Headlights On Dark Roads
Title: Headlights On Dark Roads
Sub-title:For once I want to be the car crash/Not always just the traffic jam
Rating: From K-R.
Fandom(s): Avatar: the Last Airbender [4], Transformers (G1, IDW, Bayverse, Animated) [11].
Summary: Decided to revive the ever-so-famous music meme. With one exception- I cheated a bit on a few of the songs! Oh no, woe is me, blah blah. Also, I decided to include links to download the songs. Totes recommending that you listen to the song as you read the drabble! Or not, I guess.
A/N: See full notes at the end.
• I Won't Be Left -by- Tegan and Sarah [.dl]
I know you're sad even though you say that you're not/I know you're scared even though you say that you're not
Ty Lee spent a good part of her life wanting to be different. She and her plethora of sisters looked the same, dressed the same, and acted the same. Being the youngest didn't give her parents any preference, she was not the baby and not the attention-seeker. No, all the girls had the same amount of attention, and was still not enough.
and so, with a heavy heart, she gave a secret goodbye to her family, house, friends, and set off to join a local circus that toured around the country every other season.
She would get her attention, finally.
• Always Where I Need To Be -by- The Kooks [.dl]
'Cause I'm always where I need to be/and I always thought I would end up with you/eventually
Sokka was unbelievablely unlucky. He wasn't a gifted bender like his sister, he wasn't a belt-wearing Champion Of Awesome like Toph, he was not royalty like Zuko, nor was he the Avatar (although pretending to be was quite an attractive prospect to the ladies). He had a boomerang, a taste for meat, and that was about it on the "Skills I Have" list, unless sarcasm also counted.
However, despite the countless marks of fail the universe dumped on him, he did get lucky. It all started on Kyoshi Island...
• Despise -by- Slipknot [.dl]
Lost...ran at my own cost...hearing laughter, scoffed/Searching from the rush, detached from such and such
Sure, she was a monster- and a delightfully good one at that. Of course, the Fire Princess excelled at everything, even at being an adorable little sociopath.
Her father sighed as he watched his younger daughter play around the garden with her older brother, viciously teasing him about an apparent crush he had on a girl...
His son had come to him many times before, complaining about her relentless mockery- the Fire Lord just simply shoved him away and told the boy to man up.
Watching his two children play in the garden, right by the fountain, harkened many childhood memories of his own... the prodigy sibling, the ignoring, cold father...
Fire Lord Zuko took a shaky breath and held his hands to his head in sick realization: he wasn't becoming his father, he already was.
• Time Forgets -by- Yiruma [.dl]
It took only a few years for peace to end. Azula, enraged at her brother for taking her manifest destiny, her throne, away, the princess had him assassinated, as well as his bride, my old friend, Mai, and all those who attended their wedding. Avatar? Check. Waterbender? Check. Earthbender? Check. Boomerang boy and Kyoshi girl? Check. All those other traitors? Check, check, and check.
She ascended back into the throne, and now as the current Fire Lord, and had all information on those she had killed wiped out. It has been said that she literally changed history.
Hundreds of years later, a group of high school students found an abandoned book, ripe with information that history was said to have forgotten. They cracked open the book, minds brimming with curiosity, and read on. It was an epic tale of love, boomerangs, and flying bison.
---
• Boom (It's On) -by- Ying Yang Twins [.dl]
Because I love my gun, I play wit' my gun/Have fun wit' my gun, have sex wit' my gun
Throughout the years, the rag-tag team of Autobots often turned to humor during their darkest of times. Lately, they had adopted the human game of Charades, but instead of mimicking actions, they would often mimic each other.
Hilariously, though completely inappropriate (so said Prowl, but it's been recorded that he too was laughing his respective aft off), Sunstreaker had made the mistake of over-mocking Ironhide's trigger-happy personality, only to have his pretty face meet with Ironhide's pretty fist.
It was a pretty good game.
• Evident Utensil -by- Chairlift [.dl]
The most evident utensil/Is none other than a pencil
As Prowl walked through the hallways of the Ark, the familiar sounds of his comrades conversing drifted into his audio. The steady, happy, sounds told him that everything was going good, there were no pranks being pulled, no emergencies, ahh, yes, nothing but the sweet silence of cogs in a great machine.
"Mu-wah."
Then there was that sound. He blinked (well, if he could blink, he was sure that he would have blinked), and listened again. It was a sort of sucking noise, followed suddenly by an elated joy, the source coming from Wheeljack's lab. Curious, Prowl peeked his head through one of the open doors to the lab, only to see the disturbing sight of 'Jack noisily kissing a rather large yellow piece of wood with a sort of rubbery bit on the top.
Knowing that further inquiry would only make his processors fritz, Prowl carefully backed away from the doors as fast as he could.
• Born In The U.S.A. -by- Bruce Springsteen [.dl]
Got in a little hometown jam/So they put a rifle in my hand
"You know, the ironic thing is that you made me what I am."
The Prime spat out the energon pooling in his mouth, "The frag you talkin' about?" He shuddered, the injuries beginning to take a fatal toll on his body.
"I was rebellious as a youth," the large gray ‘bot started, recounting the events calmly, "Landed myself into those juvenile detention centers that you and the Senators love so much. Those centers gave me a job afterwards- seeing as I have no real skills, no fulfilled educational programming standards to fall back on. Yes, the government gave me a job, working in the cold dregs of the mines..." The gray bot trailed off, he left the rest of the story up to Sentinel, who simply gasped through-
'He was right.
We did build him.'
After all, who gave one of the many "okays" to shut down the mines? The Prime offlined his optics in shame.
• Transformation -from- Brother Bear [.dl]
There is a law in the universe, in all actuality, there are many laws, but the Ancients knew that 'this' was a direct violation of one of the many laws. Someone could not simply become something else! Something must be given away before becoming something else. But here they were, a whole species, simply hidden away, powered by a mysterious and ancient energy source-
"This violation of laws will spell their downfall." said one.
"They will destroy the universe as we know it." said another.
The clan leader simply sighed. "This is beyond our power to control."
• Bamf -by- Dane Cook [.dl]
What would make me feel like a bad-ass mother-fucker? A bee-ay-em-ef, a BAMF, again, just shortening it. You know, nobody says "I'm going to go buy a car that makes me look like a shithead".
Sam and Miles often found themselves flipping through magazines unlike most teenagers, who took solace with television. Car mags and girlie mags were the most popular on their reading list; they'd spend hours gazing at glossy pictures of cars they would never have the money to own, or attractive women they would never have the chance to sleep with.
It was a good life, at least, as they imagined it could be.
• Ready, Steady, Go -by- Paul Oakenfold [.dl]
The Tokyo drift scene was always exciting, heart-pounding, adrenaline-pumping action. With a pretty Harajuku girl decked in neon clothes in his passenger seat, and a whole plethora of new Earth modifications, the Nissan Skyline GT-R zoomed through empty city streets and busy sidewalks. The lights of downtown Tokyo gleamed off his tight white and black paint job, it would be more romantic if it didn't feel so... illegal. Something deep in his processors told him this was all so wrong.
His passenger suddenly and excitedly squealed out, "Go Prowr-san, go go!", as the competition came roaring behind him.
• Benzin -by- Rammstein [.dl]
Ich brauche Geld für Gasolin/explosiv wie Kerosin/mit viel Oktan und frei von Blei/einen Kraftstoff wie Benzin
Barricade grunted.
When things were slow, he usually found himself working for the squishy organic creatures. Granted, his comrades would mock and shun him for even thinking about taking orders from a human, but truth be told, at least the money was good, and he was able to enjoy himself all at the same time.
The mustached holoform often found itself in underground fight clubs, earning money for gas- simple human fuel that could be easily converted to energon after ingestion.
'Huh. Kicking ass for energon?', he punched a twentysomething man in the mouth, knocking out his two front teeth, 'Just like old times.'
• Pull Over -by- Trina [.dl]
I throw my back in it yeah/And I'mma shake what my mama gave me/Lil' mama don't play so you gotta pay me/I'm da baddest bitch you got to admit that
"Even with a goddamn Camaro, I still get no respect!" Sam whined as he slid into the driver's seat of said Camaro. Mikaela followed suit to the passenger seat.
Bumblebee's voice spoke through the radio, "What do you mean, Sam?"
"Nothin' 'Bee."
Mikaela just shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Let's just go home."
The Camaro turned it's engine on, drove out of the student's parking lot, coming to an idling stop at the first traffic light. Pulling up beside them was Trent with his Escalade. The windows were rolled down, exposing his Dumb Best Friend and Hottie Entourage. Leaning towards the passenger window, he yelled out, "Hey Wicky- how's that yellow piece of shit treatin' you?" To prove some sort of masculine point, he revved the Escalade's engine.
Sam snarled something vicious to himself, while Mikaela whispered, "'Bee..." The Camaro revved it's engine in response, the radio blasting out, "I'm the baddest bitch, you gotta admit that!".
When the red-light switched to green, the "yellow piece of shit" sped from the spot like a bat out of hell, leaving behind a stunned Trent (and entourage).
• Overkill -by- Metallica [.dl]
On your feet you feel the beat/It goes straight to your spine/Shake your head, you must be dead/If it don't make you fly
Swindle lived a dangerous life. Of course, he could have always settled down and get a nice job behind a desk, not ever getting shot at, or threatened. But where was the fun in that? Or the money. One mustn't ever forget the money.
Despite his hefty-sized bank account, the mech lived in low standard conditions. But then again, one couldn't really live like a king in New Kaon City. The combined danger of his living conditions and the risks associated with his "job" always meant that his personal security was number one. His defenses needed to be top-notch.
Carefully loading a big gun in place between the mech's armor plates, a young femme, his current partner-in-crime, asked, "D'ya ever think it's too much? Like an overkill?" She gestured to all the weapons around them.
He grinned and cupped her chin, "My dear, the overkill is what it's all about."
• Playing With The Boys -by- Kenny Loggins [.dl]
After chasing sunsets/One of life's simple joys/Is playing with the boys
Flying was a wondrous source of freedom, especially from her idiot "brothers". Dubbed as Femmescream (much to her chagrin, as well as to the original Starscream), she maintained a simple role between creator and clones- mediator. After all, if it wasn't for her, the idiots would have been scrap metal for messing around with the wrong bots.
'It all sounds so simple. Be their sparksitter. Simple, yeah right!' She rolled her optics.
"Hey girlie," the egomaniac clone, Thundercracker, zoomed up through the clouds, interrupting her thoughts and peace, "We're supposed to be doing practice flights, not aimlessly wandering about. But then again, you are quite inferior, being a femme and the whatnot."
Femmescream growled, fists balled, ready to knock the slag right out of him.
• Looking Back -by- Yiruma [.dl]
Optimus spent a great deal of time looking back. As a leader, he often looked to his past faults and constructed ways to correct these glitches. One fault that he was having trouble with, the same one over and over, the same damn fault that almost offlined his comrades, was Blackarachnia. The techno-organic weaved herself around in his CPU and refused to move out.
It was a big fault, a big distraction, and a big regret. But being a leader, he could not have faults, much less distractions.
When he had finally had it with her childish games of cat-and-mouse, Optimus walked straight to Ratchet. "I need you to go into my memory core."
"What for?"
"Something glitched. Needs to be erased, stat."
Memory core wipeouts? It was something the veteran knew too much about. He would argue against memory loss, especially of one who once meant something so much, but who was higher up on the chain of command, he, or the Prime? With a heavy spark, Ratchet agreed. "Understood, Prime."
---
• Also providing a download link to the title song--> Snow Patrol is always sexygoodtiems.
• Time Forgets: I will not be satisfied with the end of Avatar until Azula gets her revenge. Because she will. ;)
• Born In The U.S.A.: I don't know why, but this song always makes me think of IDW!young!Megatron. I just see him as a union guy who got stuck doing something he didn't want to do, and took some actions that ultimately reconfigured his fate. Go figure.
• Ready Steady Go: I wish I had more time to expand on this one! DDD: The idea of this one was to have Bayverse!Prowl accidentally land in Japan with damage to his memory core and to parts of his personality programming. Basically, he's still logical, but balances the logic with fun. Like drift racing. XDD
• Benzin: The English translation for is: I need money for Gasolin/explosive like kerosene/with a lot of octane and free of lead/a fuel such as gasoline.
• Overkill: OC what whut? Mmpfh I want to write moar on those two.
R + R = L♥VE
Sub-title:For once I want to be the car crash/Not always just the traffic jam
Rating: From K-R.
Fandom(s): Avatar: the Last Airbender [4], Transformers (G1, IDW, Bayverse, Animated) [11].
Summary: Decided to revive the ever-so-famous music meme. With one exception- I cheated a bit on a few of the songs! Oh no, woe is me, blah blah. Also, I decided to include links to download the songs. Totes recommending that you listen to the song as you read the drabble! Or not, I guess.
A/N: See full notes at the end.
• I Won't Be Left -by- Tegan and Sarah [.dl]
I know you're sad even though you say that you're not/I know you're scared even though you say that you're not
Ty Lee spent a good part of her life wanting to be different. She and her plethora of sisters looked the same, dressed the same, and acted the same. Being the youngest didn't give her parents any preference, she was not the baby and not the attention-seeker. No, all the girls had the same amount of attention, and was still not enough.
and so, with a heavy heart, she gave a secret goodbye to her family, house, friends, and set off to join a local circus that toured around the country every other season.
She would get her attention, finally.
• Always Where I Need To Be -by- The Kooks [.dl]
'Cause I'm always where I need to be/and I always thought I would end up with you/eventually
Sokka was unbelievablely unlucky. He wasn't a gifted bender like his sister, he wasn't a belt-wearing Champion Of Awesome like Toph, he was not royalty like Zuko, nor was he the Avatar (although pretending to be was quite an attractive prospect to the ladies). He had a boomerang, a taste for meat, and that was about it on the "Skills I Have" list, unless sarcasm also counted.
However, despite the countless marks of fail the universe dumped on him, he did get lucky. It all started on Kyoshi Island...
• Despise -by- Slipknot [.dl]
Lost...ran at my own cost...hearing laughter, scoffed/Searching from the rush, detached from such and such
Sure, she was a monster- and a delightfully good one at that. Of course, the Fire Princess excelled at everything, even at being an adorable little sociopath.
Her father sighed as he watched his younger daughter play around the garden with her older brother, viciously teasing him about an apparent crush he had on a girl...
His son had come to him many times before, complaining about her relentless mockery- the Fire Lord just simply shoved him away and told the boy to man up.
Watching his two children play in the garden, right by the fountain, harkened many childhood memories of his own... the prodigy sibling, the ignoring, cold father...
Fire Lord Zuko took a shaky breath and held his hands to his head in sick realization: he wasn't becoming his father, he already was.
• Time Forgets -by- Yiruma [.dl]
It took only a few years for peace to end. Azula, enraged at her brother for taking her manifest destiny, her throne, away, the princess had him assassinated, as well as his bride, my old friend, Mai, and all those who attended their wedding. Avatar? Check. Waterbender? Check. Earthbender? Check. Boomerang boy and Kyoshi girl? Check. All those other traitors? Check, check, and check.
She ascended back into the throne, and now as the current Fire Lord, and had all information on those she had killed wiped out. It has been said that she literally changed history.
Hundreds of years later, a group of high school students found an abandoned book, ripe with information that history was said to have forgotten. They cracked open the book, minds brimming with curiosity, and read on. It was an epic tale of love, boomerangs, and flying bison.
---
• Boom (It's On) -by- Ying Yang Twins [.dl]
Because I love my gun, I play wit' my gun/Have fun wit' my gun, have sex wit' my gun
Throughout the years, the rag-tag team of Autobots often turned to humor during their darkest of times. Lately, they had adopted the human game of Charades, but instead of mimicking actions, they would often mimic each other.
Hilariously, though completely inappropriate (so said Prowl, but it's been recorded that he too was laughing his respective aft off), Sunstreaker had made the mistake of over-mocking Ironhide's trigger-happy personality, only to have his pretty face meet with Ironhide's pretty fist.
It was a pretty good game.
• Evident Utensil -by- Chairlift [.dl]
The most evident utensil/Is none other than a pencil
As Prowl walked through the hallways of the Ark, the familiar sounds of his comrades conversing drifted into his audio. The steady, happy, sounds told him that everything was going good, there were no pranks being pulled, no emergencies, ahh, yes, nothing but the sweet silence of cogs in a great machine.
"Mu-wah."
Then there was that sound. He blinked (well, if he could blink, he was sure that he would have blinked), and listened again. It was a sort of sucking noise, followed suddenly by an elated joy, the source coming from Wheeljack's lab. Curious, Prowl peeked his head through one of the open doors to the lab, only to see the disturbing sight of 'Jack noisily kissing a rather large yellow piece of wood with a sort of rubbery bit on the top.
Knowing that further inquiry would only make his processors fritz, Prowl carefully backed away from the doors as fast as he could.
• Born In The U.S.A. -by- Bruce Springsteen [.dl]
Got in a little hometown jam/So they put a rifle in my hand
"You know, the ironic thing is that you made me what I am."
The Prime spat out the energon pooling in his mouth, "The frag you talkin' about?" He shuddered, the injuries beginning to take a fatal toll on his body.
"I was rebellious as a youth," the large gray ‘bot started, recounting the events calmly, "Landed myself into those juvenile detention centers that you and the Senators love so much. Those centers gave me a job afterwards- seeing as I have no real skills, no fulfilled educational programming standards to fall back on. Yes, the government gave me a job, working in the cold dregs of the mines..." The gray bot trailed off, he left the rest of the story up to Sentinel, who simply gasped through-
'He was right.
We did build him.'
After all, who gave one of the many "okays" to shut down the mines? The Prime offlined his optics in shame.
• Transformation -from- Brother Bear [.dl]
There is a law in the universe, in all actuality, there are many laws, but the Ancients knew that 'this' was a direct violation of one of the many laws. Someone could not simply become something else! Something must be given away before becoming something else. But here they were, a whole species, simply hidden away, powered by a mysterious and ancient energy source-
"This violation of laws will spell their downfall." said one.
"They will destroy the universe as we know it." said another.
The clan leader simply sighed. "This is beyond our power to control."
• Bamf -by- Dane Cook [.dl]
What would make me feel like a bad-ass mother-fucker? A bee-ay-em-ef, a BAMF, again, just shortening it. You know, nobody says "I'm going to go buy a car that makes me look like a shithead".
Sam and Miles often found themselves flipping through magazines unlike most teenagers, who took solace with television. Car mags and girlie mags were the most popular on their reading list; they'd spend hours gazing at glossy pictures of cars they would never have the money to own, or attractive women they would never have the chance to sleep with.
It was a good life, at least, as they imagined it could be.
• Ready, Steady, Go -by- Paul Oakenfold [.dl]
The Tokyo drift scene was always exciting, heart-pounding, adrenaline-pumping action. With a pretty Harajuku girl decked in neon clothes in his passenger seat, and a whole plethora of new Earth modifications, the Nissan Skyline GT-R zoomed through empty city streets and busy sidewalks. The lights of downtown Tokyo gleamed off his tight white and black paint job, it would be more romantic if it didn't feel so... illegal. Something deep in his processors told him this was all so wrong.
His passenger suddenly and excitedly squealed out, "Go Prowr-san, go go!", as the competition came roaring behind him.
• Benzin -by- Rammstein [.dl]
Ich brauche Geld für Gasolin/explosiv wie Kerosin/mit viel Oktan und frei von Blei/einen Kraftstoff wie Benzin
Barricade grunted.
When things were slow, he usually found himself working for the squishy organic creatures. Granted, his comrades would mock and shun him for even thinking about taking orders from a human, but truth be told, at least the money was good, and he was able to enjoy himself all at the same time.
The mustached holoform often found itself in underground fight clubs, earning money for gas- simple human fuel that could be easily converted to energon after ingestion.
'Huh. Kicking ass for energon?', he punched a twentysomething man in the mouth, knocking out his two front teeth, 'Just like old times.'
• Pull Over -by- Trina [.dl]
I throw my back in it yeah/And I'mma shake what my mama gave me/Lil' mama don't play so you gotta pay me/I'm da baddest bitch you got to admit that
"Even with a goddamn Camaro, I still get no respect!" Sam whined as he slid into the driver's seat of said Camaro. Mikaela followed suit to the passenger seat.
Bumblebee's voice spoke through the radio, "What do you mean, Sam?"
"Nothin' 'Bee."
Mikaela just shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Let's just go home."
The Camaro turned it's engine on, drove out of the student's parking lot, coming to an idling stop at the first traffic light. Pulling up beside them was Trent with his Escalade. The windows were rolled down, exposing his Dumb Best Friend and Hottie Entourage. Leaning towards the passenger window, he yelled out, "Hey Wicky- how's that yellow piece of shit treatin' you?" To prove some sort of masculine point, he revved the Escalade's engine.
Sam snarled something vicious to himself, while Mikaela whispered, "'Bee..." The Camaro revved it's engine in response, the radio blasting out, "I'm the baddest bitch, you gotta admit that!".
When the red-light switched to green, the "yellow piece of shit" sped from the spot like a bat out of hell, leaving behind a stunned Trent (and entourage).
• Overkill -by- Metallica [.dl]
On your feet you feel the beat/It goes straight to your spine/Shake your head, you must be dead/If it don't make you fly
Swindle lived a dangerous life. Of course, he could have always settled down and get a nice job behind a desk, not ever getting shot at, or threatened. But where was the fun in that? Or the money. One mustn't ever forget the money.
Despite his hefty-sized bank account, the mech lived in low standard conditions. But then again, one couldn't really live like a king in New Kaon City. The combined danger of his living conditions and the risks associated with his "job" always meant that his personal security was number one. His defenses needed to be top-notch.
Carefully loading a big gun in place between the mech's armor plates, a young femme, his current partner-in-crime, asked, "D'ya ever think it's too much? Like an overkill?" She gestured to all the weapons around them.
He grinned and cupped her chin, "My dear, the overkill is what it's all about."
• Playing With The Boys -by- Kenny Loggins [.dl]
After chasing sunsets/One of life's simple joys/Is playing with the boys
Flying was a wondrous source of freedom, especially from her idiot "brothers". Dubbed as Femmescream (much to her chagrin, as well as to the original Starscream), she maintained a simple role between creator and clones- mediator. After all, if it wasn't for her, the idiots would have been scrap metal for messing around with the wrong bots.
'It all sounds so simple. Be their sparksitter. Simple, yeah right!' She rolled her optics.
"Hey girlie," the egomaniac clone, Thundercracker, zoomed up through the clouds, interrupting her thoughts and peace, "We're supposed to be doing practice flights, not aimlessly wandering about. But then again, you are quite inferior, being a femme and the whatnot."
Femmescream growled, fists balled, ready to knock the slag right out of him.
• Looking Back -by- Yiruma [.dl]
Optimus spent a great deal of time looking back. As a leader, he often looked to his past faults and constructed ways to correct these glitches. One fault that he was having trouble with, the same one over and over, the same damn fault that almost offlined his comrades, was Blackarachnia. The techno-organic weaved herself around in his CPU and refused to move out.
It was a big fault, a big distraction, and a big regret. But being a leader, he could not have faults, much less distractions.
When he had finally had it with her childish games of cat-and-mouse, Optimus walked straight to Ratchet. "I need you to go into my memory core."
"What for?"
"Something glitched. Needs to be erased, stat."
Memory core wipeouts? It was something the veteran knew too much about. He would argue against memory loss, especially of one who once meant something so much, but who was higher up on the chain of command, he, or the Prime? With a heavy spark, Ratchet agreed. "Understood, Prime."
---
• Also providing a download link to the title song--> Snow Patrol is always sexygoodtiems.
• Time Forgets: I will not be satisfied with the end of Avatar until Azula gets her revenge. Because she will. ;)
• Born In The U.S.A.: I don't know why, but this song always makes me think of IDW!young!Megatron. I just see him as a union guy who got stuck doing something he didn't want to do, and took some actions that ultimately reconfigured his fate. Go figure.
• Ready Steady Go: I wish I had more time to expand on this one! DDD: The idea of this one was to have Bayverse!Prowl accidentally land in Japan with damage to his memory core and to parts of his personality programming. Basically, he's still logical, but balances the logic with fun. Like drift racing. XDD
• Benzin: The English translation for is: I need money for Gasolin/explosive like kerosene/with a lot of octane and free of lead/a fuel such as gasoline.
• Overkill: OC what whut? Mmpfh I want to write moar on those two.
R + R = L♥VE