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

Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep seas swell

[rokeon.livejournal.com]

It makes my chest ache, but it's beautiful.

*shivers*

Picked his bones in whispers

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Thank you; I'm glad you liked it. My dirty little secret is that I want a million more stories about Rodney and drowning and GUP and the alternate timeline where he did, indeed, drown at the gateroom rail.

Entering the whirlpool

[rokeon.livejournal.com]

The expedition planners had spent weeks brainstorming possible scenarios, anticipated everything from wormhole failure to real live Ancients holding up "Welcome to Atlantis" signs like airport greeters. They didn't have a strategy prepared to respond with just in case the city that became legend for sinking into the ocean turned out to be underwater.

There's no one here to save him at the last moment, and he knows it. He's not going home. It doesn't keep him from listing, in the corner of his mind that's not working on retracting the roof in the gateship bay, the many and varied named he'd like to call certain people back on Earth.

The water is cold.

Idiots.

Once handsome and tall as you

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

*whimpers* *flails*

Oh. Oh! Rodney!

I'm totally a masochist--because oh, ouch--but yes, that's it, exactly.

Thank you. And, erm, *clings to you*

A current under sea

[rokeon.livejournal.com]

**names, not named

I'm very sorry/glad it worked. He's just... he's Rodney.

*clings back*