Love, lift me out of these blues.
Mar. 4th, 2006 07:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
•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!
•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!
Re: The Best Medicine
Date: 2006-03-09 11:26 am (UTC)You even managed to invoke a Ninja Turtles reference.
I did? *is completely clueless* Well...go me!
No, seriously, I'm glad you liked it.
God help me: A prelude to skirt!porn.
Date: 2006-03-09 08:29 pm (UTC)I'm easily amused. *g*
As furthur proof: the below drabble is the cop-out, far-too-obvious response to the song. I'm going to try for a deeper take on it later, though. Thought you might get a kick out of this one in the meantime.
*******
“You laugh, you die.”
Rodney raised his hands. “Not a peep.” His lips twitched.
“Next time, you’re the diplomatic sacrifice.” He tugged the hem lower.
“Really, the kole is quite… attractive.”
Sheppard eyed his boxers longingly. “You’d think these guys would adapt a little. It’s too damn cold to be a Ten Commandments reject.”
“It’s ceremonial. Plus, the alternative is sand.” A meaningful look at the boxers.
Rodney was flirting with the phrase ‘almost pretty’ – and possibly death – when Sheppard strapped his knife in place. On his thigh. High.
Rodney was suddenly very glad for large hands. Among other things.
*******
Re: God help me: A prelude to skirt!porn.
Date: 2006-03-09 10:05 pm (UTC)Thank you for this! *grins wickedly*