*verklempt*

[trinityofone]

Oh my God! Not ten minutes after I made that last post, flowers arrived for me! Talk about timing! At first I thought it was from a publisist—the other Associate Editor, who does parties, is always getting gift baskets from club promoters—but it was from John and Rodney! Well, that's what the card said, anyway. ;-)

Whoever you are, thank you so, SO much. I am so touched— I love all of you and I'm so glad I have this place to bitch and squee and mourn and rejoice in. Thank you.

*huge, enveloping hugs*

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Please, you know he's a devotee of Dr Phil. To an almost frightening degree, now that I think of it. Something about him being bald, too - apparently it's a sign of virility.

Not that you'd know anything about that.

It is very cold in here, do you honestly want me to go around with no shirt on?

[(Anonymous)]

I don't wanna talk about his virility. I know too much about him thanks to that flight suit already.





It's cold? Is that why you're sort of - you know. Nippular?

[(Anonymous)]

I wish to say only two things in reply to this.

Firstly: Have you been checking out his ass? Is this some kind of twisted authority figure kink?

Secondly: Nippular? That is so not a word. I'm requesting a copy of Merriam-Webster to be sent over on the next Daedalus run, purely so that I can hit you over the head with it.

[(Anonymous)]

No I have not been checking out his ass. That's sick. You're totally sick.

Second - is too a word. What else do you call it when you get all pointy and MY black t-shirt's all . . . distorted. By your nipples. Which I would like to bite. You know.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh god, you do, you totally do. You probably get off when I call you Colonel. That is disturbing on so many levels.

And pointy? My nipples do not get pointy. They are just. . . nipple-like. It's not my fault if your t-shirts get stretched when worn by a person who is not a broomstick topped with hair.

[(Anonymous)]

Yes, I get off when you call me Colonel, but that's because it's fucking hot, McKay. What am I, dead?

And considering you're sleeping with a "broomstick topped with hair" and you stole said broomstick's t-shirt, you can just shut up.

Yes, I'm pouting. Asshole.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh. Oh, okay, that's - uh. Wow.

And if you're going to get pissed off about your t-shirt, need I remind you that the boxers which are currently slipping off your skinny ass are mine? I need those, they're special-ordered because they're hypoallergenic and don't chafe.

Do not make me roll my eyes at you.

[(Anonymous)]

I'm not wearing any boxers.

[(Anonymous)]

Okay, I thought I told you not to say things like that when I'm in the 'gate control room. Elizabeth is like right over there, it's like not being able to stand up when your mom is in the room.

[(Anonymous)]

So get out of the 'gate control room. Use your laptop to cover up - stuff.

[(Anonymous)]

Cover up stuff? Wow, what a clever idea. One might almost think you have experience in tactical and strategic planning.

[(Anonymous)]

Hey, you wanna stay up there with Chuck while you're hard as a rock, knowing I'm down here jerking off, thinking about the way you look when I'm fucking you . . . who am I to judge?

[(Anonymous)]

I have work to do, Colonel. Stuff. These simulations don't run themselves, you know. I'm not like certain people whose entire job seems to consist of running around the city and letting themselves get beaten up by hot people who are semi-clad in leather.

[(Anonymous)]

I knew you had a crush on Teyla. You sly dog.

[(Anonymous)]

Sheppard, shut up, she'll find out about this! I do not have a crush on her, I totally respect her as a person.

[(Anonymous)]

You wanna respect her in that leather skirt when she's not wearing underwear. Be real.

[(Anonymous)]

How the hell do you know what kind of underwear she's wearing? Oh my god, all those times you're sparring with her - and yes, I make sarcastic finger quotes - you're totally fooling around, aren't you?

[(Anonymous)]

Rodney.

[(Anonymous)]

What?

[(Anonymous)]

Why the hell would I make out with anyone but you?

[(Anonymous)]

How - that is, why - you, you just do this every now and then, and I get -

Oh great, the data set for that entire simulation got corrupted, this is what happens when I let you distract me, Colonel Trouser Snake.

[(Anonymous)]

That's Colonel 'Next-of-Kin' Trouser Snake, thank you.

[(Anonymous)]

Yes, well. Uh. You know I do, too, right? With, uh - I'm heading to the transporter now, you have lube, right? I forgot, who am I talking to, of course you do, I'll be right there.