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tori_angeli) wrote2009-06-29 01:15 pm
Meme picked up from Ivy
2. Turn your music player on and turn it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabblet/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterward! No matter how whacked out your drabble is. :)
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
The fandom is TMNT, predictably enough. I figured I needed an exercise like this, and it was fun! Except BNL kept coming up at first. Weird and challenging.
Crazy ABC's by Barenaked Ladies
“Dude. Did you know in Canada, they don't pronounce the letter Z like we do? Like, we say 'zee' and they're like, 'It's zed, man! Like in Zed Zed Top!'”
Don glanced up from cleaning the acid spill he was blaming on Mike's abrupt entrance. “What brought this up?”
“I was listening to BNL, and they pronounce it 'zed.' Oh, and by the way, I wanna play Scrabble sometime.”
Don sighed and finished mopping up the spill. “Whatever you say, Mikey. Go away.”
“And you know how all the ZZ Top guys have beards? Except for the guy whose name is Beard, who has a mustache?”
“Go away.”
Another Postcard by Barenaked Ladies
“What the hell?”
“What is it?”
Leo glanced up at Raph. “You'll laugh.”
Raph hung further over the back of the couch. “You got a postcard? Who'd send mail to you?”
“I wish I knew.” Leo tossed Raph the postcard. “I've been getting these things since I started my training. Whenever I moved, no matter what country I was in, these things would find me.”
Raph snorted. “A chimp in the bath?”
“That's not the worst one. There are chimps in swimsuits, chimps in women's underwear, all kinds of chimps. Drives me crazy.”
I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) by The Proclaimers
Casey flopped onto the couch and ripped open his mail. “Oh, by the way. Payday today. I got one of them direct deposit things. You can check it online.”
April nodded, knowing she didn't need to do any such thing. “Thanks. What do you want to eat?”
“I'll make dinner tonight. Getting the inspiration, you know?”
April smiled and kept working on her article. Casey was actually an excellent cook. He liked cooking for her, he liked sleeping next to her, and he liked making sure she had what he needed. He wasn't so bad at the domestic thing as all that. Also he'd saved her life at least a dozen times. That counted for something.
Devastation and Reform by Relient K
Raph was not so sure about coming home tonight. He knew who was inside the lair, who was waiting for him, and who was going to jump on him as soon as he got there. The crazy thing was, he couldn't even blame Leo anymore for the crap going on in his life. It seemed like he was thriving on drama nowadays, like if he wasn't at odds with every member of his family, he was doing something wrong.
The worst part was coming home and finding Mike there, playing video games with a blank look on his face and dreading going to work. Even when he tried to sit by him and join in on two-player and Mike's enthusiasm spiked, Raph knew it was brief, that it couldn't make up for his constant abandonment. Don would never see him the same way again. It was all a shell of what it used to be, and it wasn't Leo's fault.
You're Pitiful by "Weird Al" Yankovic
This was one of Mike's favorite characters on the Sims, mostly because he has been specifically created to make Mike feel better about his own life. Morris was a definition loser. He couldn't get a date, he smelled horrible, he worked a Slushie machine at the local convenience store—the only job Mike could think of that was worse than his own, in a way. He was a pot-bellied chip-consuming video game addict. His own dog wouldn't play with him. He lived with his mom.
Sometimes Mike envied him.
When in Rome by Nickel Creek
When in Rome, do as the Romans do.
Donatello was nine years old when he first realized he was incurably different, and that was a good thing. It struck home, finally, that he was constantly frustrated with his brothers for a reason—he was smarter than they were. He smirked in class when they all took their academic cues from each other. It was silly.
They were supposed to be working on a group project, but Don was working separately to make something much better and more efficient. In the end, Splinter had judged Mike, Leo, and Raph's project to be the winner. “Look at what the world around you tells you about yourself,” he said to Don. “Who is conforming, Donatello--them, or you?”
.Fett's 'Vette by MC Chris
Oh crap, Mikey was dancing to that one song again.
Don buried his head under his pillows. He hated Saturday mornings for this reason. He could hear that horrible fake-rap shrill-voiced piece of junk and remember when he used to like that song. Mike was even more of a geek than he was, in some ways. He played that song at least twice a day nowadays, and it was becoming absolutely nauseating.
My backpack's got jets! Well I'm Boba the Fett!
There were so many things wrong with that song. How the heck did Boba Fett acquire an intergalactic car? There was no plausible way for him to have a Corvette. None. It was the most...not the most annoying thing about it all.
.The World Can Wait by Over the Rhine
Leo tried to sink further into meditation, but the world lacked the emptiness he needed. Inhaling deeply, he tried to imagine breathing relaxation into his muscles, until the universe was numb and warm and cradling him gently. It wasn't working. Feeling like he was cheating, he peeked an eye open and peered at his father.
Splinter's eyes snapped closed as soon as Leo's opened. He's not meditating, either. He's watching me. Does he think I'll disappear again? But Leo had lost all desire to meditate. He swallowed. “Sensei?”
Splinter's eyes did not open. “Yes, my son?”
“Can we talk?”
Now those old eyes slid open. “About what?”
“Anything.” The words started rolling before Leo could control them. “I've been gone so long, I just want to catch up. I want to talk about things. Tell you things. I mean...you're here.”
There was a pause, then Splinter nodded. “Yes. And you are here as well. Training can wait. We shall talk.”
.Shut Me Up by Mindless Self Indulgence
Raph was not interested in hearing the protests against his music. He couldn't wait to see what Leo was planning to do about it, anyway. Turn it off? Raph had the remote to his own stereo. How long would that particular coup last? Leo would probably scream for him to use headphones, and Raph would only turn the music up louder until he couldn't hear him. Splinter would get in on it, and Raph would take off rather than be silenced. He'd bring his own mp3 player with him, too.
Heart-Shaped Box by Nirvana
Don buried his face in his hands, unable to look up at his father. It was the other half of himself, the part he wished wasn't there, the one that didn't want to remember his father this way. The cancer had spread to the outside of his skull, and there were hideous lumps under his scalp, stretching his face grotesquely. Simply existing was painful for Splinter right now, and yet he was not going to stop talking.
Don't talk anymore, father. I don't want to hear you talk about your own death like you know it's going to happen. I want the last things I hear from you to be normal, everyday, so I can remember the way you were.
Not that Splinter's memory was in danger of being tarnished by this illness, and Don knew it. He had never felt so helpless. He wanted to be able to cleanse his father, to eat his cancer, but all he could do was watch him die.
“I love you,” he whispered, the only thing that mattered.
But Splinter wouldn't stop talking.
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Also? Donatello's superiority being put in its place. I think that could be a biiiig life lesson for him--like it is for any 'bright' child. Smarter does not make you better. I kinda liked that flaw about him from the old toon--he's an arrogant son-of-a-bitch and deserves to be so... but it's annoying. LOL. He's my favorite, but damn he's long-winded, over-complicated, and ego-centric enough to give Leo a run for his money if you get him started on the wrong topic.
Thank you for posting this, Tori. It got me off my ass and willing to try it. :)
<3
And horray for me because I found some drabbles I didn't see during my first look! :D
I love these and I love/adore/want-to-marry your writing.
You were one of the very few fic writers that always seemed to shine above the rest and really got me stuck into the TMNT fandom. Thank you for that!
These drabbles offer such neat little glimpses into the characters thoughts and everyday life that is normally ( and unfortunatly) missed in the mass of violent actiony ninja adventures. Call me boring, but I like when the turtles can just be happy and at home and maybe getting on eachothers nerves in the way only a sibling can. Of course, violent actiony ninja adventures are always great, but sometimes I just want something simple.
Also, you just got me out of my drawing funk. :)
Of course it's during rotten time because said time is already overflowing with other stuff that must come before random tmnt fandoodles.*le sigh*
Anyways, please continue writing TMNT fics! After the (possibly gawd aweful ) Michael Bay produced TMNT flick I'm pretty sure I will be running back to the few TMNT writers that remind me of what good characterization is supposed to look like and try to forget whatever possibly explosive atrocites Mr.Bay throws at us.