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

[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.

[asimaiyat.livejournal.com]

wow, that's so sweet. :)

[daria234.livejournal.com]

I like this a lot! Nice desriptions

[lorilann.livejournal.com]

So very cute.