Draw your own conclusions.

[trinityofone]

I'm having attention span problems, so. Memes.

Let me make you a Top 5 list. Name a topic, subject, category, whatever, in the comments, and I'll post my top 5 things in that category/subject/topic. Anything goes!

Name That Film!

1. And if you get bored in Oklahoma City, you can always go over to Tulsa for the weekend! The Awful Truth--cincodemaygirl
2. I love the music of the 20th century! 12 Monkeys--oceana_
3. Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together--mass hysteria. Ghostbusters--coreopsis
4. Not Aunt Lucy, she was a Republican. Road to Morocco--suzy_queue
5. That’ll be the day. The Searchers--jarsy
6. Sew, old woman, sew like the wind! Three Amigos--psychopepsquad
7. Draw your own conclusions!
8. Don’t drive angry. Groundhog Day--cherryicee
9. I thought you were supposed to be good. Aren’t you the good man? Blade Runner--dar_jeeling
10. I like the dark. I love the dark. But I hate nature! I HATE nature! The Goonies--akukorax
11. Wow! I cannot believe you’re not retarded! Garden State--emidala
12. I pronounce you man and wife. Proceed with the execution. The African Queen--godofwine
13. Make my millennium! Beetlejuice--psychopepsquad
14. I’m tryin’ real hard to be the shepherd. Pulp Fiction--slodwick
15. Want to have a drink sometime? If you do, check this box. Roxanne--megolas
16. Are you a drummer? City of Angels--psychopepsquad
17. I may go back to hating you. It was more fun. North by Northwest--wikiberry
18. Red-thingy moving toward the green-thingy. I think we’re the green-thingy. Galaxy Quest--coreopsis
19. What’s with today today? Empire Records--kageygirl
20. I’m just a fucked up girl who is looking for my own peace of mind. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind--psychopepsquad

There. Y'all work on that; I'm gonna go microwave a tortilla and some American cheese and pretend it's a burrito.

Comments

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Everyone who plays in this fandom (or almost any slash fandom, really) has to do No. 5. It's even more pervasive than "Aliens Made Them Do It"! *loves it*

*ears perk up* You have an idea for an amnesia story? Yes, by all means, tell me more!

Actually, feel free to bombard me in general. I've about two hours before I have to go to sleep, and I want bedtime stories. *g*

[amireal.livejournal.com]

you got a chat nick?

Aim: RaGostl
Y!M: amireal2u
MSN: amireal42

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Alas, I do not. And to further prove that it doesn't love me, my computer just crashed. *cries*

[amireal.livejournal.com]

Mostly it's a niggling idea. I can't decide who's lost their memory and how it happens and what happens after. This might be a fic where I just open up the proccessor and sort of.. vomit out words and see what happens.

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Heh, I know that kind of story. Those can be good. Or messy, depending.

But for amnesia, messy is sort of appropriate! Yes, form = content. Go, go!

[amireal.livejournal.com]

Aaaand finally, this is me taunting you:

Rodney wakes to pleasure, gentle waves that roll over him, making him tingle and gasp. It's baseless and decentralized at first, dry and shuddering from one end of his body to another. Slowly, something coalesces in his groin, sharp and aching but still oddly tender. His muscles tighten, whipcord tight until finally his fingers and toes curl and one last mind bogglingly pleasurable wave washes over him and he gasps loudly, only peripherally aware of another voice, a groan of surprise joining his.

When it's over, he trembles violently, unable to catch his breath. The sound of another raspy breath reaches his ears and Rodney closes his eyes tightly, unable to face whoever just watched him-- he shifts around, surprised to feel the absence of, well, anything. No wetness, no stickiness, just sweat and sore muscles and the lack of motivation to stand. Possibly it relates to the still uncontrollable trembling wracking his frame.

Taking stock, Rodney wiggles around some more, happy to find himself once again in control of his body. He pushes up against the soft floor, noting its vague give against his hands. He squeezes into a corner, glad the same material that coats the floors are also on the wall. His back is already starting to pull in uncomfortable ways.

His eyes are still tightly shut as he works to control his breathing further, so the tentative, "Rodney?" nearly gives him a heart attack.

His eyes snap open even as he gasps in shock, hand automatically going to his chest, palm pressing flatly against his sternum, as if to calm the stuttering of it's rhythm with external force. He sees Colonel Sheppard slumped against the wall, his knees are bent and he's leaning forward, arms in a loose circle, braced on them.

Sheppard looks as shaken as Rodney feels. Hands clenched tightly in front of him, hair sweaty and matted, skin unusually flushed. Rodney's breath catches slightly, the picture oddly intimate. Something one should be invited to see, not stumble upon, half drunk with remembered pleasure. Shared experience should be shared, not accidental.

"So," Rodney sighs, head falling back against the soft wall, "let's never speak of this again?"

Sheppard actually smiles a crooked smile and nods. "Anyone asks, there was horrible torture to endure."

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Yes! I mean, no! I mean, yesssss! I mean--

That is hot and intriguing and I need to know what's going on and also, OMG you are such a tease!

*trembles in own corner*

[amireal.livejournal.com]

Weeeell, send email and you get the first 14 pages or so. *grins*

As I said in the e-mail...

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

*is helpless to resist* Seriously.

But also, *is excited*

Re: As I said in the e-mail...

[amireal.livejournal.com]

Has been sent. I am alas sick. So all forthcoming interesting things will be slow. *stares restlessly at half finished Fairytales DVD commentary*