*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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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.

Re: Impromptu

[wyomingnot.livejournal.com]

Oh! Oh!

Simply gorgeous.

Thank you!

(and cows! how did you know?)