*whine*

[trinityofone]

Oh my fucking God, my mouth hurts.

Um. Please to distract me from the searing dental pain?

Comments

[spazatron.livejournal.com]

Do you at least have Vicodin to keep you in a pleasant painkiller-induced high?

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

No. I took some Advil, though? *whimper*

How long are you going to be in town?

[setissma.livejournal.com]

I've kind of had a rough week so I didn't get the drabble done, but now! Now, I am prepared to write the second half. :* Which I am doing RIGHT NOW. To soothe you!

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

I know, we really need reciprocal cheering up. I should try to finish that thing I started for you, too. But YAAAAY! to yours!

[dar-jeeling.livejournal.com]

Oh dear. (http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b108/dar_jeeling/shtuff/wot01.png)

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

*stares*

Oh, man. That is both so very wrong, and yet...ooh, pretty.

I'd love to hear what explanation/Inuit story Fraser would have for that!

[siegeofangels.livejournal.com]

Here? (http://siegeofangels.livejournal.com/259881.html) Flocked because it may or may not go anywhere, but hey. Good for a couple minutes of distraction, I hope.

Feel better soon!

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Totally good for that, not to mention awesome in its own right. Thanks for linking me!

[diluvian.livejournal.com]

Ever read Dasha's "Imperfections" Sentinel AU? Massive multiple crossover.

There's a whole series of Rodney as Engineer!Sentinel and John's his Guide. Lovely crack. Starts here:
http://dashamte.livejournal.com/4067.html


The rest of the links-to-parts are through her journal starting mid-page-ish here:
http://dashamte.livejournal.com/?skip=20

The original AU is here (Jim & Blair, slash-friendly gen) again mid-page:
http://www.skeeter63.org/~tslibrary/authors/auth-dasha.htm

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Ooh, thank you, these look interesting! I'll check 'em out!

[melagan.livejournal.com]

ras_elased shared this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t3p__wHRf3I) with me today. Maybe you'll find it as distracting as I did

[pentapus.livejournal.com]

I like that your icon suggests you are longingly contemplating the beauty of powerful narcotics.

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

It's funny 'cause it's true!

You've probably seen these already:

[boochicken.livejournal.com]

Barenaked Ladies' "Wind it Up," as performed by their fans (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4yIyumRRJkA).

Weird Al Yankovic channels Bob Dylan, in palindromes (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nej4xJe4Tdg).

Feel better...

[randomeliza.livejournal.com]

Oh, honey. *hugs* I know how you feel. You know I know how you feel.

Um... I finally looked up that "Smart Bitches Trashy Books" site you were talking about while you were visiting me and HOLY GOD I AM IN LOVE. How had I never heard of it before you? You are totally my hero for pointing it out to me.

Did you ever figure out who was doing the John and Rodney Anon Spam on your LJ? Just wondering... :)

[bluebrocade.livejournal.com]

http://www.manopoly.com/

[ferret-kitty.livejournal.com]

http://www.manopoly.com/304.htm

Does he or does he not look like JF? Or John Sheppard, which ever you prefer. *blinks* *fans self*

Just a thought.

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

My roommate and I spent a great deal of time cracking up over this last night, while her boyfriend sat in the corner looking mildly horrified. *g* Thank you!

[ferret-kitty.livejournal.com]

It's not much, but it's what I've got...

The first (very porny) bit to a mcshep fic that I've been working on for a while. (http://community.livejournal.com/mckay_sheppard/1302337.html)

I don't have a fic journal, so it's at mckay_sheppard, but I hope you like it. I figure you're asleep by now, but you'll still need distraction when you wake up in the morning, right? There will be more soon (it's written, it's just not done... you know?)

Feel better, hon.

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Thank you, that was an excellent distraction (dreamy sex, mmm) and a really interesting start. Though I have to say, you nearly gave me a heart attack with that first paragraph. (My real name is Anna!)

[geeklite.livejournal.com]

Distract you? Um, how about:

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

*stares*

Damn, he is a pretty man! What's that cap from?

[siria]

I am so, so sorry, I should never be allowed to talk on the phone to Ami, I blame her, and distract you with the bad crack. Feel better soon?

"Okay," Rodney said, trying to keep the phone pressed between ear and shoulder while juggling one cat (who was being suddenly and suspiciously affectionate), one large mug of coffee (dark roast, hot, no milk, no sugar), one file (stuffed full of notes that were more organised than they seemed, plus one very hastily typed article) and one pair of pants, which he was attempting to pull on without the use of either hand.

"No, Rodney," Elizabeth said, voice tinny and loud in his ear. In the background, Rodney could hear rustling paper and what sounded like Radek's voice, raised in frustration. "It's not okay. Do you know how many other papers have scooped us by now? Our front page carries Gary Kavanagh's searing expose of mild corruption in the city water department, while the front page of every other morning edition has screaming banners about our star reporter and his meeting with this, this 'Superman' as they're calling him--"

"You know," Rodney said, dumping the cat and wriggling his jeans up past his hips, "that's really alarmingly Nietzchean--"

"Feel free to name him later," Elizabeth said icily, almost cold enough to make Rodney wince. "You can call him anything you want--once you have a story filed for the afternoon edition."

"I'm on my way in," Rodney said, "honestly, I have the article typed and ready to go, it's good, it's really good--"

"--once you've let Laura proof-read it, of course."

"--yes, yes, Cadman can beat me over the head with the serial comma as much as you want, because suffice to say? This is definite, definite Pulitzer material, and I will be rubbing it in Sam Carter's face for years." He knocked back the last of his coffee and dumped the mug in the sink, before depositing the cat in the bedroom, despite Elroy's loud protests.

"Fine." Elizabeth sighed, and for the first time, she sounded like a very harried editor-in-chief who had been awake and fielding irate calls since four in the morning, when her star reporter had been spotted flying over the city in the company of one very enigmatic, very mysterious, very male alien. "Just--get in here as soon as possible, please. Oh, and if I were you? I'd take the back door out of your apartment building."

"What?" Rodney said, "Why?", throwing his laptop bag on over one shoulder while he wrestled with the lock on his door.

"Because, Rodney," Elizabeth said, in a voice of infinite patience, "they got pictures."

Rodney opened his door to a wall of light and sound, cameras flashing and a hundred people--well, other journalists, at least--clamouring at once.

"Mr McKay, what was it like to kiss an alien?" the small woman at the front of the crowd said--Rodney knew her, Miko something? From the Chicago Sun-Times--while every photographer in the place took advantage of his momentary confusion to snap some wonderfully high resolution pictures of his slack-jawed expression, of his hair still rumpled and ruffled from lack of sleep.

"Have you always known you had a preference for male aliens?" Heightmeyer (that hack, Rodney thought viciously) asked, a concerned expression on her face.

From somewhere in the back, someone yelled--what was his name?, Rodney thought to himself, that new guy, Shepton? Sheppard?--"Are the rumours of tentacles true?"

"Oh my god," Rodney snapped, "you people are all vultures," before slamming the door against the roar of their questions.

Even with the door closed, he could still hear them through the thin wood; switching on the tv to drown them out while he called Elizabeth back didn't help, because he was currently headline news on CNN, ABC, and jesus fuck, Fox.

Rodney sat down heavily on the couch, and buried his head in his hands. "He had so better be worth a Pulitzer."

[lina527.livejournal.com]

best. crackfic. ever.

*waits for more*

Oh IM, locus of smut the world over

[sheafrotherdon.livejournal.com]

. . . and then Rodney says, low, thoughtful - "I wonder if I could make you come like this?" and John squirms and says "Rodneeeey," again, but it's barely more than a whisper, and when Rodney licks beneath the waistband of John's jeans again, just below the small of his back, John almost whimpers. So Rodney keeps going, thumbs sliding beneath John's jeans, just a little, rubbing tiny circles on his skin while he laps at the base of his spine. Then he smiles a little, and grazes the curve of John's spine with his teeth, and John jumps, groans softly into the pillow, and Rodney whispers "oh I like this new thing a lot . . . "

Rodney shifts, nudges John's legs apart and settles between them, and while he keeps lapping at the small of his back - nipping every so often now, leaving soft, red marks on John's skin - he slides a hand up and strokes him through his jeans, and John shivers hard and swears, because it's not touch where he wants it, it's against his balls and sliding behind, and he whines in the back of his throat, trying to shift, trying to give Rodney room, but Rodney refuses - just kisses him, noses his damp, well-loved skin. So John starts moving himself, thrusting against the sheets, and his jeans are unsnapped but this is still so frustrating, layers deadening sensation just enough to make it impossible for him to snap into orgasm, and Rodney's just kissing, lapping, licking, biting, and it's so much sensation, his fingers dragging along the seam of John's jeans, and John's making inarticulate little noises now as he rubs himself against the sheets. And he's panting, breathlessly saying "Rodney, please, please, please let me turn over," and Rodney says "no, stay like this," low, which turns John on *more* and his hips work faster, and Rodney reaches with one hand to drag his blunt fingernails down the side of John's spine and that's *it* - John crests, shaking, staining the inside of his jeans and making frantic little sounds as he comes and comes, Rodney still kissing his back.

Re: Oh IM, locus of smut the world over

[geeklite.livejournal.com]

Oh, yum. In a weird kind of way I want Trin to keep having dental pain so there will be more of this.

Sorry Trin ;)