At least the scarecrow had straw

[trinityofone]

I suck. Like, a lot. I know I owe people comments and e-mails (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 artword, the current challenge for artists is based on my fic Realm of Dryads, and slodwick and tardis80 have already made gorgeous posters/covers which you can see here and here. Guh. They're both amazingly-shivery-good. (Plus, the current 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, 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.

Comments

No. 297

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He could write a long list of ways Rodney is and has never been his type, starting with #1—has penis. Somewhere around #297 would be the fact that he is big and broad and, despite the height differential, makes John feel small sometimes, in comparison.

Yet #1 has switched to heading another list; and now, sprawled out across Rodney’s back, tracing patterns down his spine, John realizes that ol’ 297 isn’t what he thought, either. He can’t shelter Rodney’s body with his own, but he can rub the soreness out of tired shoulders, and let the comfort carry them.

Re: No. 297

[siria]

Oh, oh. *claps hands* This is so lovely, honey, thank you. The image of Rodney's back and shoulders is always such a nice one.

Pee Ess: Do you want me to bring you out to lunch on Monday? My treat, to cheer you up?

Re: No. 297

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you like it. I know we share a love for Rodney's back...region.

I would jump up and down and clap my hands to the suggestion of lunch on Monday, but I have to go to the airport and pick up dizzyditz and her BF. I'm sure they'd love to meet you, though, if you'd like to go out to lunch all of us together?

How are you doing? Are you at home? How are things there? *hugs*

Re: No. 297

[siria]

I know we share a love for Rodney's back...region.

I may possibly have made mention of my... appreciation before now.

but I have to go to the airport and pick up [info]dizzyditz and her BF.

*facepalms* Oh, I'm so sorry, I completely forgot about that. No, that's fine; I'm sure you'd much rather catch up by yourselves on your first day of seeing each other. :)

Yeah, I'm at home. The parents seem to be... okay around one another, which is something, and the doctor's said that the shadow on my dad's lung is 85% certain to be nothing, so yay? However, my dissertation is all gone to buggery, and my sleep cycle's kind of fucked. Plus, John Sheppard seems to want to give me really fucked up nightmares. Probably in retaliation for the Mardi Gras glitter dream. :/