fic, icons, and movies oh my!

This is unprecedented for eleven o'clock on a Saturday morning. I've already been up for a ridiculous number of hours, which is so very not like me, eaten pizza for breakfast (delicious and nutritious!) and fumbled my way through the first few hundred words of my happy fic. What's going on? I don't know. Possibly I've slipped into an alternate dimension. To combat the weirdness, I'm reposting a small comment ficlet written yesterday for melloniel, whose battle with her recliner was inspiring.

Untitled Chair Ficlet
McKay/Sheppard, R ~620 words

( The department store was vast and baffling, and the two of them had spent the better part of that morning and afternoon blindly stumbling from one section to another, tossing whisks and shower curtains into their overflowing cart and arguing over the shade of blue the area rug for the front room should be. )

Annnd, here's a small bunch of icons, mostly of people making amusing or shocked faces. Because that's so how I roll. Twenty eight all together: eighteen John, four Rodney/David, four Teyla, one Elizabeth, one McShep.



( Mmmm, faces )

In other news! I've decided to go on a movie binge this weekend, try to catch up on all the culture I missed growing up in the nineties. So far I've watched Singin' in the Rain and Who Framed Roger Rabbit - as, um, I'm sure you all noticed yesterday - and right now I'm twenty minutes into The Maltese Falcon. What else should be on my list, do you think?

*hoardes popcorn and blankets*