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.

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The Fruits of His Labors

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

On M5K-494, they’re served brown, fuzzy...things that even Ronon thinks look appalling. Rodney, however, chirrups, “Ooh! They’re kiwi!” and dives right in, using his field knife to peel away the skin and reveal a soft and juicy center, alarmingly blue and sweet. The juice dribbles down Rodney’s chin as he eats, and John abandons the tatter of lettuce he was picking at, staring, watching the rivulets Rodney sucks noisily from each fingertip, swallowing hard.

The next time the Daedalus arrives, it’s carrying four crates of pineapples, peaches, plums, mangoes, and of course, kiwi.

John believes in forward planning.

Re: The Fruits of His Labors

[bibliokat.livejournal.com]

Heeeeee!

Re: The Fruits of His Labors

[tikiaceae.livejournal.com]

Thank you soooo much! It's so sweet and has Ronon and also *happy*! Rodney would be so happy and y'know appreciative. *g*

I sincerely believe fanfic is therapeutic. Yay!