Monday - Pop culture

[darling-lisa.livejournal.com]

*waves*

Hi! I'm Lisa (raggedy_edge) and I'm going to be your guest host for this week. I hope we have some fun. :)

To start things off, I thought we might play around with pop culture. Its a pretty wide sandbox to play in, so I thought it would be the perfect Monday theme to ease us into the week. Basically you are only limited by what has been released to the masses... movies, songs, books, television, celebrity catch phrases... its all fair game.

Please just make sure to be format your prompts correctly ie:

Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt

An example of today's theme might be:

Leverage, Eliot/author's choice, "somebody has a case of the monday's" (Office Space)

Also, please remember to leave just one prompt per comment, and don't forget if you happen to think up a response to your own prompt, you are more than welcome to answer it.

Finally, if nothing strikes your fancy in today's theme, there are always the Lonely Prompt indexes waiting for your loving attention!

Ok, thats it for now, have fun!

Comments

[spae.livejournal.com]

The Princess Bride, Six-fingered-man/Man-in-black, "Just so terribly comfortable"

[myinkyfingers.livejournal.com]

SPN, Sam/Dean, DON'T PANIC

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

Rule #1 for Badass Hunters: Do Not Panic. Under Any Circumstance.

Sam wants to add an amendment to that: "Unless scary-ass poltergeist throws you through a wall, a house, and isn't stopping."

At the moment he's almost screaming like a little girl while running as fast as his legs will take him away from the house, with Dean only a foot behind him yelling at him. "I THOUGHT YOU SAID WE BURNED HIS CORPSE!"

"DON'T TALK, JUST RUN!"

They both yelp at the feeling of cold hands grabbing them by the scruff of the neck and stopping them, jerking their bodies hard backwards. "Going somewh-"

BAM!

Groaning at the sore neck Sam rolls his head sideways and looks through the smoke of the shotgun at Uncle Bobby, who looks less than pleased. "Um... thanks?"

"You idjits."

((really probably not what you had in mind. sawwies))

[spae.livejournal.com]

Traditional tales/Supernatural, Big Bad Wolf & Sam/Dean, "What big # you have!"

[daria234.livejournal.com]

He looked like a man, but his teeth gave him away. So did the canine eyes. But Dean had feigned obliviousness (which he was good at). He lured the wolf back to the motel room, where Sam was waiting with all the weapons they could think of.

But when Dean opened the door, the wolf revealed his strength and threw Dean several feet forward onto the bed.

"This is going to be fun," he said as he stalked toward Dean, hunger or lust in his feral eyes.

Sam quickly raised the shotgun but the wolf was still too fast, or his instincts were too good, because soon the gun was out of Sam's hands, and Sam's body was sprawled on the thin motel carpet, wind knocked out of him.

The beast straddled Sam and placed a sharp fingernail on his throat. "Thank you, Dean," he said, "What a big basket of goodies you've brought me."

Dean launched a knife which landed squarely in the ribs of the wolf.

"Sorry," Dean quipped, "but I wasn't planning on sharing."

[aossi.livejournal.com]

Merlin/Doctor Who, Merlin(Jethro)/Arthur, "Who wants to live forever?"

[merihn.livejournal.com]

FALSE ALARM, no fic. Sorry.

OMG I wish I could entice krazykipper over here to write this. She wrote this pairing for the Porn Battle and it killed me.

♥

[myinkyfingers.livejournal.com]

RPS, Jared/Jensen, "do something, do something... not that, not that!" (The Mummy)

rps, jared/jensen, "do something, do something... not that, not that!" (the mummy)

[wellowned.livejournal.com]

jared nearly died laughing when jensen came in to his trailer screaming "put it out! put it out!" it's not every day that you see your best friend come running into your trailer, pants aflame. it hardly seemed real.

then jared smelled the smoke. "dude, your pants are on fire!!" he yelled, still unable to think beyond seeing jensen running around like a cartoon character.

"no shit, sherlock! do something, do something!" jensen hollered, still running around. jared, snapping out of his stupor, came over and started slapping out the fire with his hands. "not that, not that!!" jensen squealed, sensitive areas not up for a padalecki-sized assault.

finally cottoning on, jared grabbed one of the dog bowls of water he had and tossed it in the general direction of jensen's hips, finally dousing the flames. he repeated it twice more, for good measure.

jensen looked both grateful and mutinous, drenched and singed. "thanks, man."

smiling, jared patted his arm. "hey, what are friends for? i mean, that must've been a helluva lie for your pants to spontaneously combust like that."

jensen scowled and punched his arm. "bitch." the sound of jared's laughter followed his squelching footsteps out of the trailer and down the lot.

[spae.livejournal.com]

Buffyverse (S8), Dracula/Xander, International Talk-like-a-Pirate Day

(here be delicious crack)

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

"I am sorry about how everything ended between us," Dracula tells him one day, sounding like he was actually guilty for once. "Is there anything that would bring you back into my life and under my thrall?"

Xander really doesn't think so, and after Renee died on him, he's feeling a bit sadistic. “You want me to come back to you? Sure.. why not. It's International Talk-like-a-Pirate Day tomorrow. Why don't you dress up like one and we can roleplay all night long."

He doesn't think Dracula will actually do it. It's just funnier to him than the usual 'go jump off a bridge'.

The next morning though, when he enters the command center, Xander finds a vampire with an eyepatch waiting for him. “Do ye wish t' go aft t' me personal quarters so's I may flog ye like th' bilgerat ye be now?”

Xander can't help himself and starts laughing. It's his first real laugh since Renee died.

[bloodyfire.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, "I'm Batman"

[spae.livejournal.com]

Alias, Vaughn/Tippin, Cat in the Hat

[spae.livejournal.com]

House, House/Wilson, >Mr Burns' (The Simpsons) psychotropic medication (http://simpsons.wikia.com/wiki/The_Springfield_Files)

[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

This got a little odd. I hope it's alright.

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It’s just a piece of fabric. It means nothing, it is nothing. He never really cared enough to take it off, and he can’t say that he has looked in a mirror since he entered the vessel.

This is probably the first time it has been removed in months. And it lies in a crumpled heap on the dubiously clean floor of a motel with a name that doesn’t matter, in a place that is not special. Except it is.

Dean is already up and dressed, even as Castiel is pulling on clothes that he had never really thought about, but the coat still lies on the floor.

He is trying to work out the tie - how could a strip of cloth be so complicated? - when Dean leans down and picks it up in one fluid movement, his face glimmering with a curious half smile as he watches the angel watching him.

It’s almost suggestive as he shrugs into it, the fabric swelling out to accommodate him, and Castiel ponders the moment why he watches: how such a simple movement can be so… intimate, and whether the fabric is still warm from his vessel’s body.

Dean looks up at him, the coat incongruous over his shirt and jeans. He is grinning, like he knows the best secret in the world. But if he does, he hasn’t told Castiel any part of it.

“You know, Cas,” Dean says, fiddling with the collar of the coat as though he finds it uncomfortable. “The difference between you and me; I make this look good.”

Castiel can’t comment on that; he’s only just starting to work out why clothing is more than just extra layers of insulation. But he allows himself to smile, and thinks that maybe one day, he might be able to try and understand Dean Winchester. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever succeed.

[spae.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, Frumious Bandersnatch

[aossi.livejournal.com]

Oh god YES. I'm cracking up just at the implications.

[noxnoctisanima.livejournal.com]

West Wing, Sam/Josh, My precious

This is post series, FYI!

[bekkis.livejournal.com]

"Seriously, it's just a phone." Sam looked at him over the top of his glasses.

"This? This is not just a phone." Josh held up his Blackberry, practically stroking the back of it. Sam shuffled the papers in his lap, marking the sides with notes. "No Sam, this, this is glorious piece of technology." Sam looked up.

"Josh, it took you a year to figure out how to work your email. And even after that it was touch and go," Sam said, frowning down at the papers in his lap and making another mark in the margins.

"Seriously Sam, stop. You're just obsessing now." Josh rolled his eyes and grabbed the papers out of his hands.

"I was just..." Josh gave him a look, and Sam pulled his glasses off and leaned back in his chair. "Okay fine, there might have been some obsessing."

"Can we get back to me now?" Sam rolled his eyes and nodded, amused smile on his face. "Like I was saying, this isn't just a phone. This is...my precious." Josh stroked the phone and Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Do you two need some time alone?"

[spae.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, Pride and Prejudice

This is CRACK

[bekkis.livejournal.com]

"I give you leave to like him, you've liked many a stupider person." Dean says, and Sam shoves his shoulder.

"Dean! Be serious!" Sam pulls the blanket up higher and snuggles closer to Dean. Dean reaches over and pushes the hair out of Sam's eyes.

"I am! You always see the best in people." Dean gives him an easy smile and Sam inches closer, resting his head on Dean's chest.

"Do you think he liked me?" Dean wraps his arms around Sam and kisses the top of his head.

"He'd be a fool not too." Dean says, and Sam laughs softly, already half asleep. He thinks of Sam dancing, smiling and the looks he got from most of the room and Dean pulls him closer, kissing his forehead before settling his head on the pillow and drifting to sleep.

[merihn.livejournal.com]

SPN, Sam/Dean, inconceivable!

Last Time, SPN, Sam/Dean, Inconceivable

[hunters-retreat.livejournal.com]

“Inconceivable!” Dean said, staring down at the gully where the monster should have been lying in a heap of silver-riddled blood.

“Inconceivable!” He said when his silver shots turned out to be nothing more than regular bullets and he had to borrow Sam’s gun to finish the thing off.

“Inconceivable!” He yelled when they got to the car and they were almost out of gas, with no extra water in the back to wash the blood off their hands and all their towels dirty with gore because the last laundry mat they’d hit had been too busy to bring out the unmentionables.

“I do not think that word means what you think it means.” Sam finally said, a small smile on his lips.

Dean looked up sharply, dazzling Sam with his smile. “I didn’t think you knew that one Sammy!” He said.

“Seriously Dean, do you know what that word means?”

Dean shrugged. “It means we get to go home and do shots and pretend to put Iocaine powder in them?”

Sam shook his head. “And what do I get out of this game?”

“Well… if you’re good, I promise to keep the ROUS’s away and protect you from the fireswamp.”

“Dean… I’m not wearing a dress.”

Dean smiled.

“Dean! I’m not wearing a dress!”

“That’s what you said last time.”

Minor Spoilers for 6x21 (Toxic) and 3x23-24 (Haitus pts. 1&2)

[pipisafoat]

Moans and groans weren't really all that uncommon to hear in my house, but usually I was participating in the activity causing them, so when I walked in the front door and heard the noise coming from my living room, I was a bit confused. All I could think of was the time when I came back from Mexico to find my realtor and her boyfriend having sex in the kitchen, so I drew my gun and crept around the corner.

The first thing I noticed was that the couch was occupied by only one person, and he'd certainly been up to worse there, with me. Tony was writhing face-down on the couch, still wearing his suit from work, eyes closed, back arched, moaning, and with one hand stretched over his head holding...

That damn back scratcher. I holstered my gun and sighed loudly, which alerted him to my presence finally. "Hey, Gibbs," he said. "What's for dinner?"

I rolled my eyes. "You ever going to put that down again?"

"Never!" His offended look quickly disappeared as he hit another itchy spot. "Ohhh, God..."

The doorbell rang, interrupting his moment. "Go get it," I said, shoving his feet off the couch and sitting down. "Your turn to pay."

When he returned a few minutes later with our Chinese, he was struggling to hold onto the boxes and the stupid backscratcher. I rescued my food just before it could hit the floor and tried to take the damn thing out of his hands. He seemed more concerned with holding onto it than his food, so after I saved his food (or really, saved my food from being stolen to replace his food), I gave up trying to wrestle it away from him.

"Jesus, Tony, you can't possibly hold onto it at every moment for the rest of your life."

"Oh yeah? Watch me." With that, he began to eat left-handed just to keep it out of my reach. "It's mine, Gibbs. Mine and mine alone. MY OWN."

"Your precious?"

"Yessss. My preciousssss." He clutched the scratcher to his chest. "Looky no touchy." I hoped he had done the Gollum impression on purpose.

I reached out and scratched his scalp with my fingers. "Just think of all the fun you could have if you let me use that and those handcuffs..."

He looked at me distrustfully. "Fun?"

"Fun," I clarified. "Cuffed, blindfolded, being scratched all over? Hedonist's wet dream."

Tony hesitated, then nodded. "Still mine, but you can borrow it for that. Maybe... our precious?"

[cjmarlowe.livejournal.com]

Eureka, Carter/Stark, www.hasthelhcdestroyedtheearth.com

[trillianastra.livejournal.com]

I couldn't resist. That's all I can say about this.
----

“I don’t like it. Something that big? It’s bound to go wrong one day. And who’ll get stuck clearing up the mess afterwards? The… Swiss equivalent of me, that’s who.”
Nathan closed his eyes for a second, trying to find the patience not to just punch the Sheriff. “For the last time, Carter. It is fine. There is nothing wrong… nothing wrong… with the large hadron collider.” Using his best talking-to-non-geniuses voice, he added. “They sent years building that collider. I don’t know the specifics, but I’d say they’d probably prepared for anything over there, up to and including alien invasion. Are you happy now?”
“Not really, no.”
That was it. Nathan reached for his laptop, opened a browser window and typed an URL into the address bar. He waited a second for the page to load, then turned the computer around so that Carter could see the word NO in very big letters in the middle of the screen. He gave Carter a moment to take it in, then looked up and grinned at him.

Carter just rolled his eyes, turned, and left. Nathan just smiled to himself.

[barush.livejournal.com]

House, House/Wilson, "Only after disaster can we be resurrected."

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

By the time House realizes that Wilson is trying to break him, he's so far gone that it doesn't matter.

It's too late.

A subtly disparaging choice of words here or there, apparently well-intentioned advice that only serves to make House feel more pathetic and useless than ever... every seemingly innocent incident makes more and more dependent upon Wilson, and bring him farther under the younger man's control.

Wilson alternates between cold and distant and punishing, and tender and sweet and comforting, until House doesn't know what to think... doesn't know what he deserves... doesn't even know what he wants anymore.

Wilson's gradually withheld his Vicodin from him during this time as well, making it so hard on him that House would rather deal with the pain than with Wilson's wrath.

On the day he realizes how much he's changed -- how much Wilson's changed him -- he is quiet and withdrawn, trying to work up the nerve to say what he wants to say.

Just as Wilson is about to walk out the door, House stops him with a single, soft word.

"Why?"

Wilson instantly senses the weight of the simple question, perceives its meaning immediately. He considers a moment, calm and thoughtful when at last he responds.

"Sometimes... you have to completely destroy what you were... in order to become something better."

House watches him go in silence, appearing to accept Wilson's explanation. It's only after he's gone that House murmurs a desolate argument that only he will hear. He's long ago lost the nerve to say these words to Wilson's face.

"Who says you get to decide what's better?"

[dinozzo111.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Gibbs/DiNozzo, *no Mr Bond, I expect you to die."

All That is Missing is the Cheesy Themesong

[chibifukurou]

This is one of those types of cases, the ones pop up every now and again. The ones that are so cliché that he half expects a director to start yelling cut.

He knows nobody else notices it. The rest of the team is completely useless when it comes to pop culture references, so they never notice if the case comes straight out of the movies, or even worse the gossip rags.

This case is the most cliché to date. It’s so bad that they might as well be living in a B-rated action flick. Person dies of apparent plague onboard a top secret weapons research ship, crew abandons ship, investigators get stuck onboard ship, investigators find out that plague victim was assassinated, investigators find secret weapons research, investigators have shootout with assassin, and the final act where the investigators narrowly escape the ship before being blown to bits. All that is missing is some cheesy theme music and someone saying “no Mr. Gibbs, I expect you to die.”

He supposes that he should be glad when the cases are cliché. After all, in the movies the good guys always win.

[morgan-cian.livejournal.com]

"Alec." Logan sighed. The transgenic had that mulish, fuck off expression that never meant any good.

"Bite me."

Logan raised an eyebrown. "Later, when I'm balls deep in your ass maybe but right now we are going to talk."

Alec shrugged off his hand. His young lover always had periods of dark moods, two anniversaries in particular the death of his young female lover at the hands of Manticore and the death of Ben. It surprised him to know end over Ben because thay had little contact before the twelve escaped. He thought it had more to do with the evaluations that he had to endure because of Ben.

"Alec." He tried again.

"Eat my shorts, Logan."

Wha? He couldn't help it he snorted, tried to swallow the laughter but failed. He shook his head.

Alec's forehead puckered. "What?"

Logan wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close, "Common Verbal Usage gone bad."

Alec blushed and ducked his head. Logan just kissed him long and deep. Angsty discussions about feelings could wait. The whole balls deep in Alec's sweet ass had more appeal.

[dinozzo111.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Gibbs/DiNozzo, dark dirty little secret

NCIS, Gibbs/DiNozzo, dark dirty little secret

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

The Prank

It had started off innocently enough. Well, innocent for Tony, anyway. Gibbs always kept a bag packed and stored in the trunk, to be prepared if they got called out on a case. After three nights of stakeouts and far too many donuts, Tony thought it would be funny to replace all of Gibbs' cotton boxers with silk briefs. Just too see what would happen. He was almost disappointed when there had been no mention of it at all.

It hadn't occurred to him that Gibbs would see his prank and decide to do him one better. Or that Gibbs would have known about that drawer in his dresser- the one with the hidden latch. He'd been ninety-nine percent positive that no one knew about it. Damn Gibbs for being that one percent who did.

Tony stared at the open bag. The bag with the black lace underwear, his black lace underwear, sitting right on top, peeking out where anyone could see. The bag that Gibbs had handed him with a suspiciously content smirk on his face.

"Ready yet, DiNozzo?" Gibbs called from the other room.

"Be there in a minute, Boss." Tony shrugged. If that was what Gibbs wanted….

[spae.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Twin Peaks, Dean Winchester/Dale Cooper, "Damn fine cherry pie"

[spae.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney/John, "To infinity and beyond!"

Million Dollar Question, Rodney/John

[fairyglass.livejournal.com]

Rodney looked over towards Sheppard somewhat aghast.

"Did you... yes. Yes, you totally just quoted 'Toy Story', didn't you?"

"Better question," John smirked, piloting the Puddlejumper heavenwards. "How did you know it was 'Toy Story'?"

Rodney opened his mouth to denounce any such thing, but even he knew when he'd been caught out. "Just get us home in one piece already."

[dinozzo111.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Gibbs/DiNozzo...*why? why? why? DiNozzo! (to the tune of delilah)

[teh-gandu.livejournal.com]

Cold Case, Kat/Lilly, Life is a cabaret

[dinozzo111.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Gibbs/DiNozzo, warp factor ten - engage