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

[delurker.livejournal.com]

Ooh, drabbles! How about Lorne, and "a truly noble and impressive fish".

Endless Deep

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Parrish names the plant gilly weed, and Lorne doesn’t even try to pretend he doesn’t get the joke. But the reasons behind his deep breath are manifold as he leaps off the pier. Parrish is waiting for him. He swims down deep, long legs kicking, ghostly pale in the filtered light.

They float, surrounded by the gleaming bodies of beautiful, monstrous fish, and their own bodies, swept together by the ebb and flow.

Lorne’s mouth tastes bitter from the chewed herb, but Parrish’s lips are welcoming, sweet. It’s a long, long time before they have to come up for air.

Re: Endless Deep

[delurker.livejournal.com]

Eeee! You wrote Parrish/Lorne! This is absolutely lovely, thanks. :)