Whoever was the one who came up with the "alien space clap" knew exactly what they were talking about.
"Okay, I lied. I ask this: can we stop with Sheppard being just randomly slutty? You're giving the Shep!Whore fanon credence, and it's irritating."
::chokedeadgiggling:: That alone deserves comment!fic.
“Rodney–“
“Oh, don’t you ‘Rodney’ me, you son of a bitch,” Rodney snapped. “You, you with your libidinous libido and your three pounds of hair and your smirky, slutty mouth. You need to check your dick at the ‘Gate, because it seems every time we step through it you once again expose it to the dangers of intergalactic penis disease. My God, did no one ever show you pictures?!”
“Rodney, look, it isn’t my fault.”
“It never is! Did you fall down and– whoops! It slipped in?! No. Don’t talk to me. You’re an intergalactic gigolo, and I don’t like you anymore. All those times. All those times I blamed those women for being tramps, and it was always you, with your big green eyes and your rakish hair and your uncontrollable penis!”
John felt a flush crawling onto his cheeks. “That’s enough talk about my penis, okay?”
“No, it’s not. It keeps getting us into trouble! I move to make it the fifth member of the team. We could name it Bitch Magnet. Or... Gerald, the Product of an Overactive Gland.”
“Look, she needed my genes! They’re healthy genes, you know.”
“They’re the genes of the intergalactic gigolo.”
“They’re the genes of the Ancients.”
“Wipe the smirk off your face, or I’m going to blacken your other eye.”
“You didn’t blacken it so much as yellow it.”
“You’ll have a racoon eye come morning, with my name written all over it. Be glad I was trapped so long my muscles began to cramp, cause I was going to kick your skinny ass. I can barely move as it is,” Rodney snapped.
Elizabeth cleared her throat lightly from the front of the briefing room, and ten pairs of eyes met hers. “Ah... let’s start at the beginning, shall we?”
“Colonel Space Slut,” Rodney muttered, and crossed his arms.
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Date: 2005-12-20 07:10 pm (UTC)"Okay, I lied. I ask this: can we stop with Sheppard being just randomly slutty? You're giving the Shep!Whore fanon credence, and it's irritating."
::chokedeadgiggling:: That alone deserves comment!fic.
“Rodney–“
“Oh, don’t you ‘Rodney’ me, you son of a bitch,” Rodney snapped. “You, you with your libidinous libido and your three pounds of hair and your smirky, slutty mouth. You need to check your dick at the ‘Gate, because it seems every time we step through it you once again expose it to the dangers of intergalactic penis disease. My God, did no one ever show you pictures?!”
“Rodney, look, it isn’t my fault.”
“It never is! Did you fall down and– whoops! It slipped in?! No. Don’t talk to me. You’re an intergalactic gigolo, and I don’t like you anymore. All those times. All those times I blamed those women for being tramps, and it was always you, with your big green eyes and your rakish hair and your uncontrollable penis!”
John felt a flush crawling onto his cheeks. “That’s enough talk about my penis, okay?”
“No, it’s not. It keeps getting us into trouble! I move to make it the fifth member of the team. We could name it Bitch Magnet. Or... Gerald, the Product of an Overactive Gland.”
“Look, she needed my genes! They’re healthy genes, you know.”
“They’re the genes of the intergalactic gigolo.”
“They’re the genes of the Ancients.”
“Wipe the smirk off your face, or I’m going to blacken your other eye.”
“You didn’t blacken it so much as yellow it.”
“You’ll have a racoon eye come morning, with my name written all over it. Be glad I was trapped so long my muscles began to cramp, cause I was going to kick your skinny ass. I can barely move as it is,” Rodney snapped.
Elizabeth cleared her throat lightly from the front of the briefing room, and ten pairs of eyes met hers. “Ah... let’s start at the beginning, shall we?”
“Colonel Space Slut,” Rodney muttered, and crossed his arms.