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

[wychwood]

Sorry your day is sucking! But hey! John tormenting mini-Wraith, how can that be a bad thing? *g*

Prompt: "rueful pining". Because cereta is so right, it's a totally bullet-proof kink.

Love Stinks

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

“Have you noticed,” Rodney says, “that you can link almost all of Atlantis together in a giant chain of ‘Love Stinks’? For example, Cadman wants Carson wants Teyla wants Ronon wants Elizabeth wants—”

“Wants?” John prompts.

“Well,” Rodney admits with a shrug. “You.”

“Ahh,” says John. He taps his fingers on the table. “And where do you fit in?”

“Oh, well I want Samantha Carter, obviously. But she’s not here.”

“So you’re out of luck, then,” John says.

“Guess so,” says Rodney. He doesn’t seem too upset.

“Guess so,” echoes John, as with one last dejected tap, he turns away.

Re: Love Stinks

[wychwood]

...nooo! Man, that was such a bad choice on my part *g*. The dejected tap! Poor John.

*joins the Love Stinks chain*

Thank you. That was lovely, if sad.

Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing!

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Sorry, it's hard to resolve rueful pining in 100 words. Here's an addendum:

***

“But, you know,” John says suddenly, turning back, “there’s always me.”

“Yes, I know,” says Rodney patiently. “Plenty of chains end with you. As I said, Elizabeth, and oh, also Simpson and Katie’s friend Dori and that scary Marine who does splits. And, um, Caldwell, possibly...”

“No,” says John, trying to erase that image from his mind, “What about who I want?”

“I dunno.” Rodney scratches his head. “Novak?”

John considers bashing his forehead against the table, then decides, Fuck it, and hisses, “You.”

“Ohhh...” says Rodney, and they proceed to make love like the many-splendored thing it is.

Re: Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing!

[wychwood]

*giggles*

That totally wasn't, like, an extra request, but hey, I'm not turning it down *g*. I love Rodney being "patient", and the scarring mental images (um, thank you for that. And by thank you I mean ARGH NO MY BRANE). And John forced into Rodney-style bluntness. And awwww. *g*

Re: Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing!

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

I know it wasn't; I'm just GENEROUS LIKE THAT. ;-)

And you know I had to have some ridiculous line about Caldwell in there. TM and all.

Re: Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing!

[wychwood]

YOU ARE.
*admires your generenerenerousness*

Of course! And the idea of Caldwell crushing on John is indeed very funny :)