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Tuesday: Couch Potatoes

Today's theme is characters (or actors for RPS) watching/talking about/responding to television shows or movies. For example, Castiel and Uriel catch an episode of Heroes; what do they think of the slashy Petrelli brothers? Do The Doctor and The Master share a secret obsession with Three's Company? Do Barney and Robin make out when she comes over to cry about a sad episode of House?

*If you have a particular movie/show in mind for the fic to reference, please put the name at the end of the prompt in parentheses**

Please use the following formats (the second is for crossovers) in order to help out our hard-working codemonkeys:
Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt

A couple of examples:
SPN, Castiel/Uriel, Petrellicest (Heroes)
Lost/Dr. Who, Daniel/Nine, "that is not time travel works" (Back to the Future)

Please remember to leave only one prompt per comment and to space out your prompts throughout the day so as not to overload any one page.

If nothing here inspires, roll on over to the Lonely Prompts index!


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Apr. 21st, 2009 04:26 am (UTC)
Teen titans, beastboy/cyborg, it's my turn to choose
May. 7th, 2009 04:08 am (UTC)
Fic: Teen titans, beastboy/cyborg, it's my turn to choose; PG
Prompt: Teen titans, beastboy/cyborg, it's my turn to choose
Rating: PGish
Warnings: Frogs in places frogs probably shouldn't be.

“It’s my turn to choose!” Gar said and tried to pull the stack of papers from Vic’s hands.

Vic pulled the papers quickly out of Gar’s reach and used the other hand to press against Gar’s face, pushing him back into the couch.

“The last time I let you pick, you let Zatara into the Teen Titans,” he snorted and tried to pull his papers and notes back into some semblance of order.

The two of them were sitting on the couch in the rec room of the Titans Tower trying to find new recruits for the drive. They had been at for hours with Gar only offering minimal hints and suggestions and it was clear he was starting to get impatient.

“It was an honest mistake!” Gar protested, pouting.

“He got frogs in my chest cavity,” Vic said, pounding the item in question with a metal fist. “It was awful.”

Gar’s expression turned sly before he shifted into a small green frog.

“You may have a similar problem pretty soon if you don’t let me choose,” he warned and made a menacing hop in Vic’s direction.

Vic handed him the papers. He knew when he was beat.
Apr. 21st, 2009 04:27 am (UTC)
Dexter, Dexter/Rita, movie night in (watchmen)
May. 5th, 2009 06:09 am (UTC)
During the Credits
Rita was crying by the time the movie was over. Rita didn't normally cry at movies. She tended to laugh at romances and roll her eyes at drama's that ended in a death. But right now she was crying and Dexter grabbed her a tissue.

"What's wrong?" he asked surprised and confused. This didn't go with her normal pattern of behavior.

"It's just, what he did, it was so noble, but was so horrible. He sacrificed so many lives, but at the same time he saved even more. What would we have done in such an impossible situation?" she asked rhetorically and answered herself anyways,"I couldn't have done it. Not all those lives. But I don't know. It's so confusing. It's so intense when you really think about it."

Dexter stared at her transfixed by the sudden emotions. He hadn't felt any of that. It seemed logical enough. You kill the few to save the many. It made sense, didn't it?

"I guess it is," he admitted nodding his head as a bad Chemical Romance played over the credits.

"Dexter," Rita said looking his face over.

"Yeah?" he asked smiling at her uncomfortable under her gaze.

"You remind me of Dan. You're so good at compromise and always get your girl," she said putting her arms around him and snuggling in.

Dan? He wanted to laugh, but it would have ruined the mood she had set up for him. No, I'm afraid your holding Rorschach with his ever changing face. I'm an enigma. I have a love for killing crocks. I'll never stop, not even if the laws says should. I'm not Dan, not by a long shot.
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Apr. 21st, 2009 02:35 pm (UTC)
The medication misted around Dean's awareness, luring him back toward unconsciousness as he struggled to regain full lucidity. Castiel was sitting quietly in the corner of his vision.

“What are you doing here?”


Dean mustered some hazy indignation and blinked a glare at the angel. “What did I tell you about watching me when I sleep? It's creepy.”

“No,” Castiel corrected, and pointed to the television.

“The Weather Channel? Is this some 'Ponder the wonder of my father's creation' thing?” He reached for the remote control. “What else is on?”

Castiel furrowed his brow. “I don't understand.”

“Dude, that's not the only channel.” He started clicking through programs. “Time to ponder the wonder of Pay-Per-View.”

Castiel settled beside him with an expression that came suspiciously close to delight, if not wonder, and Dean handed over the remote, smiling softly as he drifted back into sleep to the sounds of the angel channel surfing.
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Apr. 21st, 2009 04:53 am (UTC)
"I'm not a blond idiot, DiNozzo." (100 words)
"Nononono. Don't answer it. Only the blond idiot in the horror movie answers the door in the middle of the night in a strange cabin in the middle of the woods when the power's out." As the character on-screen opens the door and is dragged away screaming, Tony grabs my hand. "Now you're going to die..."

I shush him for the tenth time since the movie started. “Haven’t you seen this already, anyway?”

He shrugs. “Yeah, so?” The TV flickers and dies along with the lights as a knock comes at my door.

“Don’t you fucking dare answer that!”
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Apr. 21st, 2009 04:29 am (UTC)
House, House/Wilson, the fired the hot doctor
Apr. 21st, 2009 04:29 am (UTC)
SPN, Castiel/Uriel, Petrellicest (Heroes)
May. 6th, 2009 04:26 am (UTC)
"Why do humans watch this show? It is about those with the power of demons but the petty concerns of humans?"

"I think humans like to watch people struggle with their relationships. They like to watch people overcome the things that keep them apart. Fascinating, isn't it?"

"If you say so, Cas. Of course you could also say that it proves that given a gift, humans will squander it."

"They don't all squander it."

"Of course they do. Except for that one. With the eyebrows."

"You mean Sylar? You think SYLAR is the one who finds the best use for his power?"

"Speaking objectively."

"Why would you speak objectively instead of morally?"

"Oh you're just mad that I didn't say the Petrellis were my favorite."

"Well the actress who plays Angela is pretty fantastic. Wait, how did you know I liked the Petrellis the best?"

"Gee, I wonder. Two brothers who LOOOVE each other so much they almost ruin the world a bunch of times."

"That's hardly fair, they - wait, why do you think that would make him like me?" He gave Cas a look, which elicited an "Oh, come on!" from Cas.

"The parallels are clear," he insisted, gesturing at the screen. "Brotherly love - yeah right. It's disgusting. It's so disgusting even other humans would find it disgusting."

"It's not the same at all," Cas argued.

"Look at them, even when they're 'arguing' they can't stop eyefucking like CRAZY"

"You're just seeing what you want to see."

"Deny it all you want, but Dean and Nathan are like the same person."

"What!?!?!? Dean and NATHAN? You mean Dean and Peter?"

"What are you talking about, Cas? Dean's older, he looks like he actually knows a barber, and he protects his evil-doer family when he should be protecting the world. That's Nathan, not Peter."

"Peter's not evil! And Nathan's the one who rounded specials up!"

"Nothing wrong with taking a hard line. And Peter's the one who keeps thinking that his need to save people with his power makes him a good person. Even though he can't control it. And he always gets with people like Adam or even the Petrellified Sylar for awhile. And he started out all naive, not wanting to hurt anyone but then became a total -"

"Okay, okay, there are some superficial similarities between Sam and Peter. But Peter is trying so hard to forgive Nathan and - "

"Blah blah blah, you're just saying that because you're a total Deangirl."

"Am not."

"Are too. That's how they knew you were getting too close. They looked at your website and saw all the fanart you made."

"Oh, that's quite embarassing."

"Yes, it is Cas. Maybe it's a good thing you're into this show. Give you something different to ... look at."

Cas shrugged. "I don't know, I feel like it was better Season One."
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Apr. 21st, 2009 10:37 am (UTC)
Logan had to chuckle to himself. Max was the one with the cat DNA but it was Alec who invariably curled up on Logan's couch to catch a nap. Which was a little strange because from what Max reported, Alec was a bit of a TV junkie. So why was it that whenever Alec ended up at Logan's place and insisted on watching TV together, he ended up sleeping with his head in Logan's lap?

Logan smiled as he gently pushed the hair out of Alec's face. He couldn't complain, watching Alec sleep was more interesting than any of the crap he'd find on network television anyway.
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Apr. 21st, 2009 04:34 am (UTC)
Lost, Kate/Sayid, radios (Say Anything)

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Apr. 21st, 2009 04:38 am (UTC)
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, chick flicks
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Apr. 21st, 2009 04:40 am (UTC)
AtS, Angel/Lindsey, "Vampire lore is crap, my ass." (Supernatural, specifically the episode "Dead Man's Blood.")
Apr. 21st, 2009 04:40 am (UTC)
Leverage, Eliot/author's choice, they call that a fight scene
Apr. 22nd, 2009 02:22 am (UTC)
"They call that a fight scene?" Eliot snorted into his beer, "There's no way that dancer-y kick would ever work!"

For the one hundredth time, Hardison pointed the remote at the screen, freezing River Tam in mid kick, "She's a freaking science experiment that escaped from the Alliance, Eliot, of course that kick'll work."

"Yeah, whatever," he grumbled, watching as Simon sent his sister into a coma with a single word, "Why can't we watch any of my movies?"

"Other then they're all taped games?"

"At least they don't have crappy fight scenes..." he grumbled as he rose to get another beer.

"Dude, lay off the fight scenes!"

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Apr. 21st, 2009 04:41 am (UTC)
Chuck, Casey/anyone, watching the show Firefly
Apr. 21st, 2009 09:36 pm (UTC)
Chuck, Casey/anyone, watching the show Firefly
Casey’s knife moved swiftly thorough the zucchini, creating perfect quarter inch medallions faster than the human eye could track. He hummed as he swept the green circles into a bowl already occupied by a pile of precisely match-sticked carrots. The mission had ended well and he was entitled to his good mood

Grabbing one of the bright red peppers from the counter, he sang the second verse out loud as he cored and diced. “Take me out into the black, tell them I ain’t coming back. Burn the land and boil the seas…”

A throat cleared in the doorway. Chuck’s throat. Casey shifted his chef’s knife back into a chopping grip, and focused his sudden aggression on the pepper. He didn’t look up. He already knew how Chuck was looking at him and didn’t want to see the expression on Walker’s face.

Maybe they’d let it go.

“So,” clearly, Walker had other plans. He growled down at the pepper, but she continued on blithely, “Have you got something you’d like to tell us, Agent Casey?”

When he looked up at her, she caught his eyes then nodded at the TV flickering behind her. The damn the credits had just finished, but Chuck had apparently brought over dvds because it had gone straight into the episode.

Jaynestown, of course.

“What?” Offense still the best option, he tried for casual as he continued, “You gonna to tell me you don’t have a past, Walker?”

Chuck giggled. Casey glared at him, but he didn’t seem to notice, “You were an ac...” and the imbecile had to take a deliberate breath before he could finish his thought, “actor?

That finally stopped Casey’s chopping. “Of course not.” He pointed at Chuck with the blade and threw out an arbitrary order, “Hand me that eggplant. Freak” Chuck was easy to distract.

Except when he wasn’t. Chuck stepped into the room, grabbing the eggplant in question and holding it away, like a prize. “Then what?”

Casey twisted Chuck’s arm around behind his back and effortlessly shoved his face into the counter, catching the eggplant before it had a chance to hit the floor.

Walker sighed out, “Casey…” and he let Chuck go, shoving him back toward her. She caught him before he could collide with the door jamb, and Casey snickered, whacking the stem end off the eggplant with a great deal more force than was necessary.

Chuck flinched, then turned it into a glare, eyes narrowing as he pushed, “So if you weren’t an actor…”

“It was a job, you moron.” Casey’s knife kept running through the eggplant, totally on autopilot. “Just a job, like a hundred others.”

Walker’s eyes were a little wide, and she couldn’t keep the incredulous tone out of her voice, “The CIA set you up as an actor? What could they possibly have been after?”

Chuck looked at him, then grinned. They both said “Whedon,” together, though only Chuck dissolved into giggles afterward.

Sarah threw up her hands at them both. “Just let me know when that”, and she pointed at Casey’s pile of eggplant, diced much finer than he’d intended, ”becomes food,” and sulked back off to the couch.
Apr. 21st, 2009 04:42 am (UTC)
CSI: Miami, Horatio/Speed, that is so far-fetched (Numb3rs)
Jul. 27th, 2009 03:45 am (UTC)
Crime Dramas of Ridiculous Kind
Speed was a cynic with an extremely dry sense of humor. Which was why one of his favorite things to do was curl up on the couch with Horatio and a bowl of popcorn and mock what the tv shows that tried to pass themselves off as crime dramas. Really, like the FBI would have a math professor solve their crimes for them.
Apr. 21st, 2009 04:43 am (UTC)
Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, James Bond - again?
Apr. 21st, 2009 06:19 am (UTC)
Bond Again
“Why are we watching Bond again?” Yes there might have been some exasperation in his tone but truly he wasn't whining. Just that three weekends of James Bond in his various incarnations was slowly doing his head in. Mind you that didn't mean that he was beyond the odd discussion or three with Jack about whether Sean Connery was better than Daniel Craig.

The man he was sat next to shrugged in response to his question before an dropped over his shoulder and he was tugged against Jack. For all Jack was touchy feely with everyone it seemed his point of view that there were very few people that Jack could or would just sit with, cuddle, or let hold him and he tended to count himself lucky that he was one of the few.

Not that stopped him from poking Jack in the ribs and re-asking the question. Which brought a teasing light to the other man's eyes and a smirk to his lips, so it wasn't as though he didn't know he was in 'trouble' or that he wouldn't be getting any serious kind of answer.

“Maybe I just like watching hot men is suits.”

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Apr. 21st, 2009 04:43 am (UTC)
Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, "Why does that dude look exactly like me?" (Supernatural, specifically "All Hell Breaks Loose" Parts 1 & 2)
Apr. 21st, 2009 06:17 am (UTC)
"What're you watching?" Hardison leaned over Eliot's shoulder trying to peer about him to get a closer look at the screen in front of him.

"Shuddup" Eliot murmured sitting up to move away from the younger man, "It's some show about a coupla brothers. They kill things." he shrugged turning to glare at him, "Why?"

"that dude -" Alec's long arm stretched out in front of Eliot's face,"that guy man, he..."

"He didn't almost lose a finger for sticking his paws in front of my face." Eliot got up from the couch walking past Hardison towards the kitchen,"Want something to drink?"

"Eliot! Man, that guy...who's that guy, and why does he look like me?" Hardison had perched himself at the edge of the couch eyes squinting as he studied the tv in front of him.

"Don't see it" Eliot held out the soda as he leaned over the back of the couch, "doesn't look a thing like you."

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