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And introducing: my last two brain cells
Have you ever wished for the perfect life just like those old shows on TV? Where everything works out by the time the credits roll? Where everyone is nice? A life with a cute house and a white picket fence? Like something right out of a 1950s sitcom? How do you fit in to this world? Do you have powers or abilities you have to hide because they just don't fit in with a sitcom? Do you have to change your habits? Or do you keep these things a secret? But as perfect as it all there are hints that something isn't right. Cracks in the perfect façade begin to show. Maybe you see things that remind you of the life you used to have. Or you hear a voice calling for you. Something just doesn't feel right the more you think about it. Do you decide to fight back or stay in this so good it's actually creepy world? Because no matter what you do things begin to change, your overly sweet nosy next-door neighbour may be prone to super-powered acts of violence. The old man down the street who's always looking after his flowerbeds may have a garden full of dead bodies and plans on killing you next. The more you fight the more the world and everyone in it starts to turn on you. Whatever is keeping you here wants you to stay - dead or alive. RULES: 1. Top level with your preferences and some ideas for the type of sitcom you'd like your character to be trapped in (here are some sitcom tropes for ideas). 2. Tag each other. Profit. Have fun! 3. Don't be an asshole. 4. Please note in your subject header for any violence, gore, smut or dub/non-con. |
[ negl I stole this wholesale from
nards/elmstreet because i've got an itch for forced family units and false-memory marriages that cannot be scratched. ]
JENOVA â—‹ Final Fantasy VII series â—‹ OTA
Don't ask why she's grey, only sometimes seems to have the right number of limbs, and talks in other peoples' voices. Or do, whatever.]
Maggie Shaw aka Queen Maeve (The Boys AU)
Sherlock Holmes || Sherlock BBC || m/m for shipping
Or just literally That One Dude Down The Hall That Plays Violin At All Hours.
Alternatively, The One That Is Constantly Confused.]
Georgia Mason | Newsflesh
Meet your sitcom Newsroom Nemesis.
He turns to his computer, pretending to be hard at work.
no subject
Cut to a private office. She looks into the camera, scowling.
"You know, if babysitting had been in the job description, I wouldn't have taken it. How is this idiot even still employed? I've read his column. It's complete froth. This paper airplane," she holds up his now crushed paper airplane, "probably took more effort. Why would anyone care about--" She makes finger quotes. "'X-Treme Sports?'"
Cut back to where she's storming past other cubicles. Other journalists dive out of the way lest they get caught in her blast zone. She slams the paper plane on Shaun's desk.
"Don't you have anything better to do? Anything at all."
no subject
"Actually I don't have anything better to do. I've already turned on my latest piece on street luge, and the skateboarding competition isn't until tomorrow. But she doesn't need to know that."
Cut back to the cubicle, where he looks at the paper airplane, and then back up at George with his most innocent look. "I'm very busy looking up the next BMX freestyle competition--not sure why you think that came from me."
no subject
In the private room:
Georgia gives the camera the most long-suffering look, even through her sunglasses. "I swear, he makes up these words just to mess with me. He spent half an hour last week trying to convince me that there was something called 'luge.'"
no subject
In the private office:
"I tried to explain luge to her last week. She looked at me like I had three heads the whole time. I think she's terminally allergic to fun."
¿Por que no los dos? A Nosy Reporter would make one heck of a Sitcom Nemesis for this guy.
[Dr. Gordon Freeman thinks that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't be quite so late for work if the trams were running on time or the security guard at the checkpoint would just. Scan his badge and let him into Black Mesa, please? Please?]
[Not that he's saying any of this out loud. Gordon Freeman hasn't said a word out loud in his entire life.]
[No matter how much of a pain this guard is being.]
[Sure, he's new. Relatively new. And sure, maybe that merits a call down to the Black Mesa security office on a secure line to check his files.]
[But maybe it's because Dr. Magnusson wants his tests bumped up higher on the schedule, which they'd simply have to do if a member of Dr. Kleiner's team were late, wouldn't they? No use milling around wasting time and resources. Of course.]
[Gordon fidgets with his tie and lets out a low, frustrated huff of air.]
[He scans the desert landscape: same as always. He scans the parking lot: same as--wait. No, that's not...he's seeing things, right? Obviously seeing things. Nope, no familiar cars. Definitely no familiar silhouettes in the windows. And definitely no silhouettes of pushy weirdos with hidden cameras who accosted him about his research at an off-site taco place.]
[And even if there were, there's a security guard here, and...he just went on break. Without letting Gordon in. Okay. This is fine. This is fine.]
Alex Claremont-Diaz | Red, White, and Royal Blue
El Higgins | Scholomance
But like, bitchy girl at school. Not popular bitchy, just bitchy.]