*whine*

[trinityofone]

Oh my fucking God, my mouth hurts.

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

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[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!

[dar-jeeling.livejournal.com]

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

[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]

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

[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!

[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]

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

[dar-jeeling.livejournal.com]

Oh, what are you talking about, wrong? Wing!fic is a classic. *nods*

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

I'm faking shame. Don't ask me why!

Hey, is there actually dS wingfic? 'Cause I'd be all over that...

[dar-jeeling.livejournal.com]

Yes! Yes, there is! I think I bookmarked them, gimme a minute, I'll check.

[dar-jeeling.livejournal.com]

Well, here's one (http://rivatar.com/aa/duesouth/raywokeup.htm).

Hm. *looks at mess of bookmarks* I should organize. I can't find the one with the glittttter. More tomorrow?

[setissma.livejournal.com]

I cannot promise this is great! But! Wall fic. :>

Rodney has three power bars, two berettas, and a rapidly rising sense of panic.

“Can you feel him?” he asks Nioke, who is nudging the sudden wall between them with her nose. If a snake could be tense, she would be.

“I think,” she says, and Rodney shifts, feeling the frantic sense of loss a little more.

“You think? Because –“

“Rodney,” Nioke hisses, pointedly, and Rodney has the distinct suspicion that he’s going to be bitten if he doesn’t calm down.

-

“Well,” John says.

“Well,” Tyk says.

“We could take a nap,” he offers, crumbling a peanut butter cracker to share. He’s not concerned about rationing things; Ancient architecture is not known for its staying power. It’s more than likely the room they’ve suddenly gotten trapped in will be gone in an hour or two, and he can feel Nioke through the wall, knows she’s safe with Rodney.

“You’re too bony to sleep on,” Tykallita informs him, but she curls up against the curve where neck meets shoulder, a hollow just the right size for a mouse.

-

“I’m sure they’re fine,” Rodney says, the third time in five minutes, and Nioke sighs, a soft hiss.

“She likes him,” she offers, finally. “John wouldn’t let anything happen to her.”

“Maybe they just ought to go to prom together,” Rodney snaps, and Nioke looks irritated.

“He’d rather take you,” she points out, and Rodney goes quiet, almost ashamed.

-

“Animal, vegetable, or mineral?” John asks.

“Mineral,” Tyk says, decisively.

“Crystalline structure?” he asks.

“No,” Tyk replies, and John gives her another piece of his candy bar.

-

“Are you really jealous?” she says, a few minutes later, and it startles Rodney to realize that it’s one of the few conversations she’s initiated.

“Well,” he says, a little startled.

“It seems – easy,” she says, a little haltingly. “For them.”

“Yeah,” Rodney agrees, softly.

“Maybe,” Nioke says, and suddenly she’s looped around his neck, astonishingly warm for a snake, “it could be.”

“Easy?” Rodney says, sliding a tentative finger up to stroke just behind her head, feeling delicate, twisting vertebrae.

“Possibly,” Nioke says, and maybe, Rodney thinks, maybe this relationship could work out, after all.

-

“That was boring,” John says, when they emerge, having just moved on to prime-or-not-prime.

“A little,” Tyk says, looking around the corner, and Rodney comes back, carefully, like he’s not sure how to move.

“Where’s Nioke?” John says, feeling the faintest stirring of real concern, even though he can feel her, close, all right.

“Sleeping,” Rodney says, looking startled, embarrassed and more than a little pleased. He pulls back the catch of a pocket in his vest to show John where she’s hiding, right against his ribs, and John laughs, softly.

“Useful in crisis situations, Nioke,” he murmurs, and Rodney slides off his vest, more delicate than John has ever seen him, so John can pull it on, all without waking her.

“Food, I think,” Tyk announces, moving to Rodney’s palm again, and John laughs at that too.

“You’ve only had three crackers,” he tells her, and Tyk makes a small noise of derision and a comment about John’s mother, and Rodney doesn’t mind so much, this time, shoulder against John’s as they walk down the hall, close enough to be holding hands, or possibly hearts.

[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.

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... :)

[siegeofangels.livejournal.com]

Aw, thank you for saying such nice things! I'm glad you liked it.

[bluebrocade.livejournal.com]

http://www.manopoly.com/

[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.

[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.

[bluebrocade.livejournal.com]

Oh, huh. He totally does. O.o

[geeklite.livejournal.com]

Distract you? Um, how about:

wishful thinking?

[seratonation.livejournal.com]

...and then you look at the other guy with the broad shoulders, the arm, and the ass... *is ded*