*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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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.)

Re: Time Capsule

[pentapus.livejournal.com]

Oh, oh, a time capsule! Not what I was expecting, and so much more interesting. More, more!