You know the meme. It was some sorta meme where you shuffle your music and write to the song that's playing, and stop when it's over, finished or not.
I did it, but I can't leave them unfinished. So I'd finish the sentences and fix the spelling. That's it. LOL. And they suck. I hate drabbles. I was also stoned out of my tree from painkillers and flu meds when I did these...
Some of it's in OLOBA universe, some not. I just went with what came outta my fingers.
Going Down - Motorhead
Ratchet switched on the stereo again once the Med Bay was empty and blasted the song at top volume once he was sure everyone was far enough not to feel the bass vibration.
"You can't mess with Dr Rock! So don't you even try!"
His big head bobbed as he speed-cleaned the tables and sorted his tools, tapping his feet and singing aloud when the chorus came up again, using his favourite wrench and a good big pair of pliers to drum on the now clean shining table and bang his head like he'd seen the humans do on the YouTube videos.
He of course didn't notice the small video camera held by a delicate brown human hand or the wide white grin of the owner.
"You gettin' this?" Whispered the sleek silver mech lying next to her, annoyed that he couldn't see through the crack in the wall but thrilled that someone could.
"Got it. Shhh."
Jazz shushed. If he got Mikaela caught he'd never get a copy.
Rape Me – Nirvana
"This guy pretty much formed my entire generation."
"Explains a lot." Muttered one sarcastic mech.
"It sounds like he has a few psychological problems." Said another, listening to the lyrics and pondering the meanings.
"Smart ass," Maggie chucked a sock at the yellow and black Bot. "And it's 'had'. He killed himself."
"I stand corrected. And you give this creature credit for forming your generation?"
"He had a hand in it, for sure."
"We should tighten our guard on our humans. And keep them away from firearms." Ratchet announced once he'd read exactly HOW Cobain died.
War within a breath – rage against the machine
He'd watched as Cybertron fell.
Everything changed within a day, from relative normalcy to explosions and death, slavery and torture, hiding, keeping silent in fear of punishment, sniping, dodging, yelling, protest, then finally, the warzone dance and the twists of dying faces and splashes of blood not only on the ground but on HIM. On his hands.
And as the fear and battle rolled over his planet he stood in the middle of it all, surveying it, watching as his closest friends were captured or destroyed, and didn't say anything. He knew now he was a follower, and followers did not, could not, protest against the leader, for fear of treasonous accusations and eventual execution. Be silent and obedient or be dead.
Something I can never have. – Nine Inch Nails
It was ridiculous. SHE was ridiculous.
Even as she lay on the beach, with the sun burning down on her and the beautiful sounds of the ocean splashing and bashing the rocks not ten feet away from her, the only thing she could focus on was the delicious curve of a thigh and weirdly enough the expanse of windows on his chest.
For God's Sake, she was addicted to his windows.
More than once over the past couple of weeks she'd had to wonder at her own mental stability, having a crush, a lust for something, well, someone like him. In her field, sure, the guys were mostly geeky and held no interest for her, but HIM, He was… out there. New. And she wanted him.
But that was never ever going to happen. For one thing, well, it would be… she snorted to herself… in his point of view, she supposed it would be something akin to bestiality. How unflattering is that? Then there's the fact he was about 22 feet taller than her, was the big heroic leader of a race of aliens, and likely wouldn't stay around here more than they had to now that the war was semi-officially over.
Maggie tugged at a piece of stray curly blonde hair and sighed. I'm a fool. But goddamn Prime's hot!
Woo Hoo – The 5678's
"Can one human really do all that?"
Sam shrugged. Probably. But then again, this IS a movie."
"But 88 of em?"
"Anything's possible"
Bee sighed dreamily. "She definitely knows how to dress."
Terror – KMFDM
Prime listened in to Malena's car stereo as she cruised happily beside him, singing along to the lyrics, and was surprised to hear and understand what they were saying.
An entire species apart and war was still war. Concepts and ideas were the same, methods and propaganda ran along the same line.
"Handcuffs and shackles won't frighten us.
Neither cattle prod nor electrical whip will silence us.
We shall use all peaceful means to overcome tyranny.
Persist and march on.
They can't use our shame against us,
regardless of race, social status or gender.
We're all affected."
He remembered a long long time ago when the war was just a whisper in the wind and the Council was still debating over how to deal with the rebels, he'd heard one Mech on the street say something almost exactly like this… then ten minutes later get dragged off by what would be equivalent to the human secret police, and the crowd that had previously surrounded him quietly disperse. Prime never did find out what happened to that mech but he remembered that it had scared the slag out of him that the Council, the one he technically worked for and worked for him would stoop to such levels to keep the rumours off the streets and the people subdued… and it was the first time he really did sympathize with the 'other side'… was he on the side of right after all?
Religion Lovelace a go go mix – Front 242
"What the Pit are you listening to?!"
Mikaela stopped dancing around her kitchen and looked at her guardian guiltily.
"Your clitoris! It's down in the bottom of your throat!"
Jazz frowned. "I'm waiting."
"Ummm."
"Have you ever taken a penis all the way down to the bottom of your throat?"
Jazz's eyes widened.
"No. I've tried but I choke!"
Mikaela's lips twitched.
Sparkle and Shine – Econoline Crush
This was one of the few times Sam wished Bee was a convertible. With the song blasting around him and the windows down, the wind felt wonderful in his hair and the vibration of his best friend all around him gave him such a feeling of freedom and fun that he could almost scream with the pure joy of it… and it would be so much more fun if he could stand up and throw his arms out wide to the winds like he wanted to. It just wouldn't be the same half hanging out his window…
He knew Bee felt the same way… not the ragtop part of course, but that feeling of freedom and the wind caressing his armour as he went at least 40 miles an hour over the speed limit on a straightaway, something he'd wanted to do with his new best friend since he landed on earth, for a reason OTHER than having the Decepticons on his ass and the world to save. They had the entire summer together now, and there was nothing to stop them now.
It was nearly euphoric when Bee kicked it up another notch and the entire frame shook as he went up another ten miles an hour, and this time Sam did holler and hang on tight, grinning.
The Rain Song – Led Zeppelin
The fire crackled and popped, and Glen leaped about a foot in the air when a spark landed on his thigh, emitting such a girlie sound that the other guys around hooted and the girls outright laughed at him.
"Oh haha, yeah, you laugh when it's YOUR balls gettin' singed!"
"Relax you freak. Here, have another one." Maggie waved off Glen's whining protests and handed him another frosty one, then leaned back and took the joint from Epps.
Mikaela and Sam were off to the side nursing a couple of beers themselves, guiltily yet at the same time, joyous. Here they were, a couple of teenagers, hanging around a bunch of hardcore military types and two geniuses, watching them get stoned off their asses, without the Autobots around to nag them all.
Maggie passed the doob along to Sarah, who in turn offered it to Judy, who, surprising the shit out of Sam, bitched about the low quality of today's crop but took a few hits anyway. Seeing the wide eyed look on her son's face, Judy began to giggle, then offered the doob to him.
"MOM!"
"Well, better get your first time over with here with me then at some drugged up house party with a bunch of slutty blondes."
Maggie growled. "Oi!"
"Not you, dear. You have a brain in your skull."
Sam refused the weed but appreciated the offer. Though it was strange, it was kind of cool to see the more relaxed side to his mother.
