*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.

Comments

[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.

Re: Common Ground

[trobadora]

Ooooh. That is so lovely. You make Nioke so real to me. And...

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

Yes. Just... yes.

Re: Common Ground

[cincodemaygirl.livejournal.com]

I started The Golden Compass today and it is entirely your fault. *glee*

Re: Common Ground

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Yays! I would say, "Do you think Philip Pullman owes me money yet?" but it's a service I'm happy to do for free. *g*

Re: Common Ground

[pentapus.livejournal.com]

*melts*