*pathetic whimper*

[trinityofone]

I hate today today. I am not going to go into the reasons I hate today today—let me just say that they are copious. Legion, even. They involve such fun things as random, completely out-of-the-blue stomach flu/food poisoning/who knows the fuck what, and going to Boots to get something to help ease said who knows the fuck what, and forgetting your wallet, and having to go all the way back home and do it again. TODAY IS NOT MY FRIEND.

So please: if you have something nice to tell me? Something fun to show me? Something shiny to distract me with? Today would be an excellent day to whip it out. I really, really, really need distraction; if I could, I would curl up in a ball and do nothing, but my brain gets bored even when my body is wasted. Please occupy it. Or else I think I'm going to start having to poke through siriaeve's SG-1 DVDs again.

Please to bring the amusement and the porn. Thank you.

ETA: Aww, fuck it. I want to be writing. Gimme drabble prompts--SGA only, please.

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[not-sally.livejournal.com]

I've slept 8 hours in the past three days (eight hours total, not per night) and I've got two presentations today, which means I have, like every other Friday, class from 2 pm to 11 pm. (Without mentioning the 3 hours of commuting).
Friday is not my friend either.

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

So this whole TGIF thing is an utter lie, huh? *growls* We SO deserve better. If I felt less crap, I would write us porn.

[cereta.livejournal.com]

You can't see me right now, but I'm juggling chainsaws while humming "Some Enchanted Evening."

Yeah, I got nothin'. Have an icon.

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

*whistles* You are very talented.

Yeah, I got nothin'. Have an icon.

*looks at it* I do, though! What's in that head of yours, John?

[turtlespeaks.livejournal.com]

I've just spent a rather amusing hour looking though the Uncyclopedia (http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page). The Article on David Hewlett is especially good, finally, the world realizes that he is aqctually a crime fighting actor/ninja! *fist pump*

Look uo DNA, Stargate Atlantis, Star Gate, Stephen Hawkings, and anything else you can think of! *grins*

*HUGGLES*

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Ahh, yes--the Uncyclopedia is love. Especially the David Hewlett article. I'll tool around there for a while; thanks for reminding me of it.

You want a drabble? I'm doing drabbles now, apparently.

[chele74.livejournal.com]

I'm reading Emotionally Weird and will give it to you when I'm done if you still haven't read it. (Delayed gratification, but still...that's all I've got this morning.)

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

I actually picked up a copy of Emotionally Weird at a charity shop in Ayr, Scotland. I liked it very much--much more than, say, Human Croquet. You have to like a book that has sections titled "Chez Bob." Let me know what you think.

[aurora]

Eeep, *pets*. I hate seeing my flist in pain.

Okay, um. Music? Stargate Theme Song (sung by Peter DeLuise)? Firefly Parody? ('They're not showing the pilot?' - this is where I lost it). Gay Straight Guys Making Out? =))

I'm afraid I don't have porn. Feel better soon, kay? :x

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

OMG! YouTube suddenly works for me! That is brilliant. And so are all your clips. Thank you, you're wonderful.

[wyomingnot.livejournal.com]

Did someone say drabble prompts?

Any SGA character of your choice. There should be tupperware (or plastic food storage system of your choice), cows, and a Rand-McNally road atlas.

I'd attempt to amuse you myself, but. Well. I'm not particularly entertaining.

Impromptu

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Only John would turn their being lost into an impromptu picnic.

The blanket smells like motor oil. The field bears the lingering odor of manure. Those blotchy patches on the horizon—definitely cows.

Knowing his luck: bulls.

But John says, “Relax, Rodney,” prying the Rand-McNally road atlas out of his hand and popping open a Tupperware container filled with grapes. John selects one, shiny and purple and round, and leaning over, offers it up to Rodney, slide of fingers coaxing open his lips until Rodney forgets about maps, forgets about directions.

He knows exactly where he is. He’s here.

Straightforward and Sharp

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Two days after John left McMurdo, a fight broke out between a Belgian biologist and a young Marine from Duluth, Minnesota who was working KP duty. Later, witnesses would suggest that the whole thing had started over the Marine’s perceived tendency to give the biologist slightly smaller portions than those of her colleagues. If she was lucky, she might someday eat solid food again. Not so the Marine, God rest his soul.

Elsewhere, a Wraith queen bled out onto the floor of her hive ship and told her killer that he had no idea what he had done.

John knew.

[trobadora]

I have a big fat nothing - in fact I could use some distraction myself. This week has been not all that much better than the last, which is saying something :-(

But, uh, if you want to drabble and distract us both, along with the rest of the fandom, how about some Daemonology? More daemon-touching? *wheedles*

Common Ground

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Nioke wakes before John. She likes him then, face softer in sleep. Removed from the constant reminder of her presence, she thinks sometimes: blinking with cool slit eyes.

Lately, though, she hasn’t woken alone. Yesterday she caught Rodney staring, watching John breathe through his half-open mouth. Tykallita was still asleep.

“Hello,” Nioke had said, and he’d started—away, into the bathroom.

Now he is waiting for her. “Good morning, Nioke,” he says carefully, and she lets him touch her head.

“He’s,” Rodney says after a moment, and Nioke nods: Yes.

In silent agreement, they watch their John at rest.

[springwoof.livejournal.com]

at your command!

drabble prompt: the team discovers that Ronon has an interesting hobby...

[niennah.livejournal.com]

Today I was reading Keats' La Belle Dame Sans Merci (http://www.bartleby.com/126/55.html) and it struck me, it's as if John was lured by an Ancient! And then this description is like a Wraith:

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide

So, when you posted, I thought if you'd like to use it as a drabble prompt, that would be cool. I mean, Rodney could always rescue the silly Ancient-lured knight. *g*

[birdsflying]

:squishes you carefully: Deflated coke is good for settling your stomach. Otherwise, one teaspoon sugar, one teaspoon salt mixed in a glass of water is an excellent rehydrating solution because if you've been throwing up, you'll be missing salts. (is not the nicest tasting thing though. keep this in mind.)

Rodney/John and Luminous Green Drinks.

(the latter brought to you by the random stash of alcohol under my bed. Um. yeah. I didn't expect it to be that green)

If it helps, I have written a bunch more academic au, which should hopefully be in your email soon! xxx

[fatuorum.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry to hear about your day. Hope it gets better!

And oooh, drabble! Something from the Four Quarters-verse? I've been thinking of an Advocate article where John comes out, but hell if that will ever happen, right? Heh.

Or anything with John, really.

The Opera Is in Me

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

It was always so quiet in his house. Growing up, the sound of a fork clattering to the floor was dramatic and loud. John took his boots off by the door and carried them, on tiptoe, up the stairs.

When his father came home from work, John would hear his shoes crunching across the gravel drive. The front door opening and the jingling of his father’s keys, then the study door shutting like a sigh. And then, quiet and grainy, drifting up through the floorboards to which John would press his ear: La bohème, Madame Butterfly, Faust.

John listened.

[wychwood]

I think we should apply for a refund on today.

Do you still want more prompts? If so, how about this poem?

PS: ETA 10 days! This is making me feel better, at least.

Poetry

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

John never had a death wish. He wanted to live. But he understood his death might be necessary, so he wanted to die as he’d lived: soaring. So close to heaven they’d have to take him in.

He dies in his sleep at 92: not with a bang, but no whimper, either. Slow and gentle, yes, gentle into that good night, and if he were alive to say it, he’d tell them it no longer seemed like such a bad thing.

Letting go of life like he let go the ground, and nothing but sun and sky to greet him.

May be too complicated for a drabble...

[millefiori.livejournal.com]

An utterly calm, bored, matter-of-fact, not-the-least-bit-fraught exchange between Rodney and Teyla (maybe overheard by John and/or Ronon?) about homosexuality/gayness/lesbianism/same sex romantic/sexual relationships.

[cetpar.livejournal.com]

Drabble request huh?

How about John, Rodney, and Lorne stuck off world, for whatever reason you want.

And distractions:
You may have already seen this before but:
Science Made Stupid (http://www.besse.at/sms/smsintro.html)

and for people who may have had even a worse day than you:
The Darwin Awards (http://www.darwinawards.com/)

Third Wheel

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

It’s not so bad, Lorne thinks. They’re not his first choice for company, either of them, but it could be worse.

Then it’s worse.

There’s a stream where they’ve taken to bathing, washing off the sweat and the grime. One morning Lorne wakes up and their camp is deserted. Okay, he thinks, they’re at the stream. And they are.

They’re not bathing.

Not his finest moment: Lorne bolts. He doesn’t object on principle. He just...

He’s back at camp by the time they return. They smile, and his answering smile is only slightly strained.

His back gets cold at night.

[mizz_destiny]

drabble promts, pick & chose

1. Professer Sheppard AU (seriously trin, I want you to write some :D)
2. from Yeats' "Second Coming"
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
3. work in Power Rangers, Harrison Ford, frogs and chocolate

for entertainment value:
well I thought it was amusing....

Office Hours

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

He went for coffee and left his door open; when he got back, McKay was waiting for him.

Leaning on a shelf, balanced on elbow and skinny hip, a slim volume of Yeats splayed open between delicate fingers. He looked like such a moppet, but when he glanced up, his eyes were wide and blue and startlingly adult.

John didn’t want to spill his coffee, so he set it down on the desk.

“What can I do for you?” he asked, although his office hours didn’t start for another ten minutes.

It wouldn’t matter. McKay’d already made himself at home.

[emrinalexander.livejournal.com]

I hope the rest of the day/weekend is a thousand times better for you!

Drabble prompts...hmm..

OK -

Professor John Sheppard meets his new research/teaching assistant, grad student Rodney McKay and it isn't exactly love at first sight...

Office Hours II

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

(I've already started a Professor AU, and I thought you might be interested in something from that universe. McKay's an undergrad, but...

This is a continuation from the drabble I wrote for mizz_destiny, above. Twofer? Kinda?)

“There’s something I want to discuss with you,” McKay said.

John sighed; it was only the first week. “Sorry,” he said, “but twenty pages is the department’s requirement, not—”

McKay laughed. “Twenty pages? Please. I could write that in my sleep. I’m not here to talk about requirements, Professor.” McKay leaned forward. “I’m here to discuss Mulciber Rising.”

John choked on his coffee. “You read my novel?” No one had read his novel.

“Of course,” said McKay. “I don’t enroll in a class without a reason.”

Funny; John taught it without one. But maybe: maybe that was about to change.

[amireal.livejournal.com]

isn't this how we got into trouble in the first place?

One DVD extra.

From you know where.

You can post it in wrongwrong thread of doom. :)

[siria]

Why didn't you text me and get me to go to Boots for you, silly child? I would totally have blown off my second class - all I was doing was having a 'heated discussion' with Matt as to why he was slightly mistaken if he thought that the law favoured women in the medieval period. (He is such an ass)

This is such a bad weekend for me to be at home. Can I do anything to cheer you up? Make you icons? Perform an interpretive dance in honour of the Hewlett?

[pentapus.livejournal.com]

Write some Scientist!John AU. I never get tired of those. Or--do you remember a drabble from the last drabble fest about two binary stars and ascended Ancients...? Cuz. That would be pretty awesome too.

Time Capsule

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

An empty set of quarters like any other, but Rodney pauses in the doorway, breathing hard. Then he’s crossing the room, laying a hand on a perfectly ordinary patch of wall. It opens beneath his touch.

A metal box, shoebox-sized, heavy and coated with a fine layer of dust. He sets it down next to Sheppard, who’s eyeing it with something that almost looks like recognition. Rodney doesn’t have that. But his movements are equally assured: pressing a hand, each to an end; watching the top slide open and up.

Inside are two boys’ treasures, 10,000 years old.

(Sorry it's just a tease. I really do want to write more in this universe.)

[fairestcat]

I think this qualifies as something nice to tell you, although the timing is coincidental, I actually started the post last night and had been thinking about it for several days.

And if you're still taking drabble prompts, I'd love something Human Vacillation-verse related.

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Um. *flails* That is so very amazingly nice and flattering, that I'm just kind of *waves hands* very verklempt, but the good verklempt. I don't know what to say.

Thank you so much. It means a lot, it really does.

I will absolutely write something 'Human Vacillation' related. (And hopefully, someday soon, finish the sequel!)

*hugs you*

[toft-froggy.livejournal.com]

Oh, you poor thing. Here. Cat herding. (http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=4057591681481453187) Video. It's hilarious.

As for prompts - John as an archaeologist?

[epicycles.livejournal.com]

Will some random loving feedback from a lurker help cheer you up?

I'm a huge fan of your fic and my iPod is a huge fan of your music mixes. I strongly suspect there must be voodoo involved for any one person to produce so much awesomeness.

And also, a link. (http://download.yousendit.com/2EF33685733E48CD) An SGA vid to Falling for the First Time, by BNL, that I got from somewhere long forgotten. The quality's not great, but it's a cute little vid. Enjoy!

[lordelessar.livejournal.com]

Am writing email to the you-ness.

[saturnalia.livejournal.com]

Drabble prompts... hmm. Either something Life On Mars related, or alternately something inspired by this poem (http://www.pshares.org/issues/article.cfm?prmArticleID=3290).