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EVERYTHING TAKES YOU BACK
the song drabble meme
It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!
- reference our previous meme if you're still confused
BULLYING OF LOVE???
#10. Kevin & Dillinger Sr. OH YES THAT'S RIGHT
OR
#89. Kevin & Alan, real world vs. the Grid.
Re: BULLYING OF LOVE???
[In my head, Flynn and Dillinger got along until Dillinger decided to screw him, because Flynn is almost contagiously likable, and his life is the story of him trusting everyone and then having it backfire on him spectacularly
unless that person is Alan or a direct copy of Alan. So.]This could be how you see things
This could be your life anew
Letting go to understand this
Meditation to the groove...
"Ed! Hey!" When Dillinger cleared his throat after it became apparent Flynn hadn't heard him approach over the radio blaring in the background, Flynn spun around in his chair, and his ever-present cocky grin turned a bit mocking. "It's ten at night. Why are you still wearing a tie?" Flynn himself seemed to have an almost electric repulsion for businesswear; his shed coat was close to sliding off the chairback where he'd hung it, to join the tie that was already crumpled on the carpet and in danger of being run over by the casters if Flynn were to push back from his desk.
"We can't all be from the West Coast, Flynn," Dillinger said, looking at the imperiled tie. It appeared, on closer inspection, to be covered in smiley faces.
"I'm from New Jersey," Flynn said in mock hurt, which he managed for about three seconds before cracking a grin again. "So what's up?"
"I was leaving and I heard your...music." Dillinger supposed one could call it that.
Flynn shot a glance at the radio. "Yeah, it helps me get my game on. It's like...it keeps stuff I don't need out of my head. Kinda Zen."
"Any way you want it/That's the way you need it/Any way you want it..." sang the radio.
"Yes, very...Zen."
"You okay, Ed?" Flynn asked with a hint of a frown. "Are you still banging your head on that actuarial junk? You should run it by whatsisname...Zack."
"It's nothing I can't handle," Dillinger replied, voice clipped.
"Hey." Flynn raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Everybody needs help sometimes. 'No man is an island,' or whatever. ...That guy was British, right?"
"John Donne." Despite having been the one who'd started it, Dillinger was suddenly quite finished with this conversation. Where did Flynn, a man who never bothered to show up for code reviews unless directly threatened, yet whose programs all but invariably ran right the first time, get off claiming everyone needed help? Dillinger didn't need this. "Good night, Flynn." He turned sharply and stalked off down the corridor formed by the cubicle rows.
"If you're not doing what you love, you're in the wrong line of work, Ed," Flynn called after him, his tousled head poking up from the sea of cubes, an uncharacteristically grave expression on his face. "Seriously, man, decide what it's gonna take to make you happy, then go after it." He looked at Dillinger for a long moment, the serious expression intact, then smiled. "See you tomorrow," he said, and ducked back behind the cube wall.
As Dillinger continued on the long walk to the elevator, the song on the radio changed, and Flynn started singing along, somewhere in the general vicinity of the key. Dillinger stabbed at the button and watched the display above the doors as it counted up, not fast enough. "You're the right kind of sinner to release my inner fantasieeeeeeees/The invincible winner, and you know that you were born to beeeee..."
Flynn was still singing when the doors mercifully closed off the sound.
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Poor Flynn just never gets that not everybody loves him from the get-go. Oh well. He learns. (And then still gets fooled again.) He's cocky and egotistical but yet he still is too nice for his own good.
...sometimes he's almost worst than Alan. >.>;
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Alan is loyal and honest, but I never got the feeling he was a pushover. He agrees to help Flynn partly because Flynn's just super-likable, but also because Alan's got an unswerving sense of right and wrong and is willing to do what it takes to see justice done.
Flynn, on the other hand, has the nice guy's problem: even when he knows better, on some deep level, he assumes everyone's just as nice as he is, and he's always faintly shocked to find out he's wrong. Which is why he needs Alan and/or Tron around to save his ass anytime he trusts the wrong person.
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Yeah, I'd say so. It's easy to call Alan cute and derpy because of his looks but don't worry I know better. The guy is in my head and he never takes any crap.
Just ask Quorra.It's almost weird because in the original movie I just never got that feeling from him. But it's easy to perceive him that way now that Legacy is out. Betrayal really got that down and that's how I imagine him when I'm thinking of him as a nice guy. It's strange. But true. /shrugs
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oh my god i am so late sdkjgladskhOMG
OMG
I have just headcanoned the SHIT out of this beauty right here. THIS IS SO GREAT AHHHHHH
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Re: BULLYING OF LOVE???
[This takes place in the AU where Flynn isn't a complete moron and tells Alan what's going on.]
I'm gonna get myself connected.
I ain't gonna go blind
For the light that is reflected.
Hear me out.
Can ya hear me out...
"This is ridiculous even for you, Flynn," Alan said to his friend's back, straightening up after he'd emerged from the tunnel behind the Tron arcade game.
"Hey, look, I told you to wear comfortable clothes," Flynn said as he pulled open a set of double doors labeled 'Danger: Electrical Room.' Alan grumbled—slacks and a dress shirt were comfortable—but followed Flynn into the underground brick room.
"That is Lora's laser," Alan said.
"No, it's a duplicate. Sit-sit-sit." Flynn gestured to a chair in front of a mainframe. Alan gave him a sidelong glance, but Flynn just grinned and bounced on his toes. Alan gave up with a sigh and sat. Humoring Flynn generally worked out in the long run, even if it was intensely frustrating in the short one. Flynn reached over Alan's shoulder and tapped out a series of commands one-handed. "Choose a password."
"You're not going to explain any of this, are you?" The question was rhetorical, and they both knew it. User "Alan1" thought for a moment and set his password.
"Okay, man." Flynn was suddenly much more serious, but the mischief still glittered behind his eyes. "This is gonna be pretty weird, but it's safe, I swear. I do it all the time. When you come through, just step out of the way and I'll be along in a couple minutes."
"Come through to where? There's only one door to this roo—never mind. Just do whatever it is you're planning." Alan threw his hands up in about as much gesticulation as he ever did, and leaned back in the chair. Flynn grinned and clapped him on the shoulder, and Alan rolled his eyes but couldn't quite suppress all of a smile. Flynn entered a few more commands, then took a long step back. "'Aperture clear?' Flynn, what the he—"
The world turned itself inside out in a burst of light, and Alan was...sitting at the desk, still? No. The room was the same, but different, all sleek and black, and his clothes had turned sleek and black, as well. Alan stood up and rolled the chair back into place under the desk in an automatic tidy habit. It was dark and he couldn't make out much, but he set out to...retrace? his steps. Flynn had promised things were safe, and it never for a second occurred to Alan to doubt him.
There was no bending double to fit through Flynn's crazy secret passage this time. The hallway had a respectable, non-secret door that led out into what Alan wasn't surprised to discover was the arcade, rendered in sleek black with blue-white accent lighting. It was deserted, but there was sound and light coming from where the street should be. Alan pushed open the door, stepped onto the sidewalk—and stopped short as an actual light cycle zipped by in the road.
"Flynn, you were serious." Alan went to adjust his glasses as he gawked at the impossible buildings rearing into the dark, and realized he wasn't wearing any. People—programs? passing by, their clothes black with glowing lines of various colors like everything else, slowed down to gawk at him, but when they got a look at his face, they smiled and nodded with what Alan didn't think he was imagining was respect, then continued on their way. He was so distracted by the delighted shock of realizing he was on Flynn's Grid that he didn't notice the person coming up behind him until a clipped voice demanded, "Identify, program. This is a restricted area."
Alan started, then turned to explain himself to the cop. Police apparently looked and sounded the same inside a computer as they did anywhere. Before he could speak, however, the program's eyes widened and he snapped to what various movies had taught Alan was attention. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't recognize you with your circuitry off. Do you require any assista—"
[tl;dr, apparently. continued...]
Re: BULLYING OF LOVE???
"So. What do you think?" This was Flynn at his most smug, but Alan couldn't begrudge him. "...Wait. Don't tell me until you've seen it from the sky. Our ride's on its way." He jerked a thumb at the enormous floating machine that was approaching from over the rooftops.
"...Space Paranoids?" Alan gaped. A vehicle that no quirk of physics would let fly in the real world drove everything home, and he looked helplessly at Flynn, at a loss for what to do but stare.
"Yeah, well, I had the code kicking around. They're on our side this time." Flynn's hand tightened on Alan's shoulder. "I've been waiting to show you this for ages, my friend. C'mon." Flynn steered him toward where the Recognizer was maneuvering in for a landing. "We'll get you a disc, and then there's someone you have to meet."
Alan couldn't for the life of him figure out why Flynn's smile had gotten even wider.
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I DEMAND FLYNN INTRODUCING TRON AND ALAN. THIS INSTANT.
...you can do it to track 100 to keep it in the format of this meme if at all possible. <3
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oh sweet mother of fuck
alan might be made a little uncomfortable here, is what i'm sayin'
and then get laid
brb, stinkeyeing my playlist forever
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...you could always chose a different song?
Or not because, uh, you know...I won't mind. /shifteyes
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Unfortunately I front-loaded the playlist for Legacy-era Flynn, so it's pretty goddamn depressing. >_>
I might write something different for it, though.
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Oh well. Find a happy song for it and run with it. Or... forget a song? ^^'
You are so cool. Have I mentioned lately how much I love you? Well, I am now. I love you. <3
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Reply here, please. That one's not actually mine; it's just on loan for an event.
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Oh, my. Interesting. Good luck with that!
<3
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moar
immediately
oh my god i love this. i love you. i can't even capitalize because of the awesome what is this.
xfkhglsdfgl ♥ ♥ ♥
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