Love, lift me out of these blues.

[trinityofone]

•I owe several people e-mails, but I'm feeling really icky and anti-social and depressed, so please forgive me for not having gotten back to you yet. However, if you haven't heard from me by tomorrow, please feel free to kick me.

•It's my birthday in 13 days. Ugh.

•I need distraction. Comment with a prompt, and there's a fairly good chance I'll write you a drabble.

•Now to the microwave, away!

Comments

[chopchica.livejournal.com]

I so hear you on the icky and anti-social and depressed. Because I am such a giving person, I will request a drabble! Just for you!

John/Rodney - anything happy - porn is a bonus.

I wish I could offer to drabble in return, but my ickiness totally dries up any desire I have to write. I promise to stare blankly into space and think good thoughts about you though!

I'm sorry you feel down.

[sheep-gotohell.livejournal.com]

Something with a fairytale in it. (Preferably not Stargate, as I don't watch either show.)

[spaggel.livejournal.com]

Comment with a prompt, and there's a fairly good chance I'll write you a drabble.

really truly, even if your feeling icky? :0

I think they should find a land of chocolate, really, and rodney is SO HAPPY. except, you know, it's lemon chocolate. so he can't have any at all :(( but john does something

[whiskeypants.livejournal.com]

*hugs*
love you.

prompt: "cthulhu out of nowhere!"
fandom: NOT stargate (you know what i watch).

[chopchica.livejournal.com]

Hee! I really love your brain! Especially the "John does something" part, because now I'm imagining him squeezing all of the chocolate until the lemon juice comes out, and Rodney gets to have his chocolate and the rest of them have chocolate and lemonade.

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

I LOVE YOU TOO AND WILL RESPOND TO YOUR E-MAIL IN DETAIL LATER!

*now: noodles*

[slodwick.livejournal.com]

"The clutter in the living room; that's another thing we both see, but never touch."

[20thcenturyvole.livejournal.com]

*hugs you* Gah, icky depression. Get out of the house and do something, like a long walk or flying a kite or getting some icecream.

Birthdays are good! Birthdays are excuses to indulge in things.

Drabbly? Ooh. Lorne/Parrish, slash, pre-slash or gen (as you wish, possibly with a little Sheppard/McKay on the side), a snippet of a day in the life.

Planet Irony

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

The shift from elation to despondency made Rodney dizzy.

“But...but...” he said, looking around at the chocolate river, chocolate trees, chocolate buildings—the merrily frolicking chocolate children. He sniffed. “I suppose this is when the Oompa Loompas come make fun of me. In song.”

“There’s chocolate in my room,” John said. “It’s not citrus-tainted.”

“While an improvement over Planet Irony, Colonel, that’s not quite the same as—as—” A chocolate swingset! Rodney thought.

“You can share it,” John continued.

“And what’s so special about your stash, hmm?”

John bent to Rodney’s ear. “It’s chocolate body paint,” he said.

[crownglass39.livejournal.com]

I totally understand depressed and antisocial. Sometimes that's the only way its going to work out...

As for birthdays, just remember:it's better than the alternative (being dead). It's just a number, means nothing and, if you're lucky, there's cake.

Now to cheer you up, I offer you this. If it somehow inspires a drabble, all the better. If not, hopefully it will make you smile just a little.
(http://photobucket.com)

At the End of the Day

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Parrish comes home smelling like dirt.

Lorne used to hate that smell. It meant falling, and running, and kneeling in the mud as you waited for the shooting to stop, for the bleeding to stop, for it all to wash away and be clean again. It meant things gone wrong.

Now Parrish comes home, cradling a tiny green seedling. “Look!” he says. “Remember, from M4H-673?” Weeks ago. “It finally sprouted!”

He sets it down, precious, between them on the bed.

He does smell like dirt—but dirt graced with rain. He smells like soil, and other things that grow.

[lillyjk.livejournal.com]

sorry you're so down...I think it's the time of year. (or at least that's part of it with me)

as for a drabble, I would adore something out of your SGA Daemonology universe

*Very* inspirational!

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Rodney sighed happily as John nibbled at his neck, as John moved a slow hand up under his shirt. His fingers were just brushing Rodney’s nipple when suddenly, John went very still.

“Rodney,” he said, feeling the small metal ring. “What’s this?”

“Oh, that’s just my nipple piercing,” he said, pushing it back into John’s hand. “I save it for special occasions.”

“You have a nipple piercing?” John was incredulous. He was also rock-hard against Rodney’s ass.

“I went through a naughty phase.” He grinned, grinding back against John’s erection. “And I think I feel another one coming on.”

Re: Planet Irony

[dar-jeeling.livejournal.com]

frolicking chocolate children
That is disturbing and hilarious.

[birdsflying]

:squishes you:

I have plans for those 13 days. Oh yes. :rubs hands, feeds bunnies kwik-gro:

Hrm, John/Rodney, earthside. Happy.

What would you like, dear?

Nioke and Tyk

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

“Snakes eat mice,” Tykallita said.

“Yes,” said Nioke. “We do.”

Tyk’s heart pounded: 700 beats per minute.

“You have sharp claws,” Nioke observed. Once, Tyk had overheard her tell John, The sky is very blue—the tone identical.

“I can type,” Tyk said, irrelevantly.

“I know,” said Nioke. Then she said, “I wish I could help John like that.”

“I’m not very good at it,” Tyk admitted, after a minute.

Nioke’s scales glistened: intricate patterns, impossible to follow. “I wouldn’t be very good at eating mice,” she said.

Her tongue darted out, tasting the air between them. Tyk didn’t flinch.

Re: Nioke and Tyk

[lillyjk.livejournal.com]

SQUEE! thanks so much, that's one of my all time favorite stories, and I think I love Tyk and Nioke as much as I love Rodney and John

[notpoetry.livejournal.com]

Cowboy AU.

Cowgirl AU.

[notpoetry.livejournal.com]

also, if you ever want cheering up, I have a folder of pictures called "happiness in photo form" that I am always willing to share. Containing gems such as:

(http://photobucket.com)

And really, what more does anybody need than Statue of Liberty/Justice femslash?

[sonofzeal.livejournal.com]

If my calculatons are correct, your birthday is exactly two weeks prior to mine.

We have no fandoms in common. So I'm afraid I can't give you much of a distraction in that regard. Sorry.

[sonofzeal.livejournal.com]

Haha, that picture is awesome.

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Indeed; as I recall, you're just barely a March boy.

I can always do an original fic drabble for you, if you like...

[sonofzeal.livejournal.com]

Hmmm...alright. Lemme get you started:

Our hero's ship has run aground on an uncharted island. The sound of singing can be heard off in the distance.

Re: Nioke and Tyk

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank you! I'm really glad you requested something with them because God, yeah, I do, too. How strange!

[of-evangeline.livejournal.com]

:O! We must remedy this!

*DISTRACTS LIKE WHOA* John finds out that in addition to piano lessons, Rodney also took ballet.