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trinityofone ([personal profile] trinityofone) wrote2006-03-25 04:36 pm

At least the scarecrow had straw

I suck. Like, a lot. I know I owe people comments and e-mails ([livejournal.com profile] blueandomlettes! God, I am so sorry); I also have three essays due increasingly soon, and all I have managed are crappy, not-even-outlines for two of them. But my brain is mush. Babyfood. Strained beets.

Some things that have managed to make me happy? Well, over at [livejournal.com profile] artword, the current challenge for artists is based on my fic Realm of Dryads, and [livejournal.com profile] slodwick and [livejournal.com profile] tardis80 have already made gorgeous posters/covers which you can see here and here. Guh. They're both amazingly-shivery-good. (Plus, the current [livejournal.com profile] artword challenge for writers is awesome, too. If I ever get my brain back, I must work on the little kernel of an idea I have for it.)

Also, [livejournal.com profile] cynicatlantis made this fabulous little comic that combines two of my favorite things and is adorable to boot. *happy sigh* I think I'll be clicking back to that a lot today.

Finally, because I seriously doubt that I will get anything useful done today, and because I've been boring-as-hell lately (I like to think that I'm boring when I don't post, and not the other way around. No need to shatter my illusions, mmkay?), I figure I'll offer to do comment drabbles again. Comment with a prompt, and I'll write you a drabble. Eventually. (Hey, I did ALL of them last time! I totally win!) And, er, I'm gonna limit it to SGA this time, 'cause I don't really feel like writing anything else.

Now back to pondering boysex...er, "The Rape of the Lock" and Joycean epiphanies.

Physical Interactions

[identity profile] trinityofone.livejournal.com 2006-03-29 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
He comes back from the bathroom and she’s sitting there, leaning in to him as he talks.

“Colonel,” he says, approaching the table with swift steps.

“Colonel Sheppard.” A nod. “I’m sorry, is this your seat?”

Before John can respond, Rodney’s jumping in: “No, don’t get up,” he tells her. “Sheppard can get another chair.”

John is seething as he scoots in between them—furious until the moment that he feels Rodney’s hand on his thigh, squeezing. Suddenly, the physics of the arrangement make sense, John thinks: smiling as if in answer to Carter’s joke, and not to Rodney’s touch.

Re: Physical Interactions

[identity profile] seikaitsukimizu.livejournal.com 2006-03-29 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Eee! *claps* Wonderful way to end my day! Arigato!