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[unamaga]

• I'm kind of in love with this meme: who do you ship me with?
  
  
• Man, I don't know what I did last night, but my body is sore in really weird places, like my ass. I just made cookies and put ribbon on the tree! I didn't even drop anything in the shower or bang into walls without my contacts in. What the hell. I think someone should magically appear and give me a loving hot-oil massage. And by "someone" I mean "Rodney McKay".
  
  
• Jules and I had a conversation the other day about our ideal McShep fic, and I rambled on at length because it took me forever to think of something that hadn't already been done perfectly. This fandom is spoiling me, I swear. But, uh, do any of you have a fic in your head that you wish someone would write?

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[kimberlyfdr.livejournal.com]

I suddenly have an image of Rodney waking up in John's quarters (well, on John's floor), sore in all those delicate places, looking over at a disheveled Sheppard (also coming awake on the hard, hard floor) and saying:

"What did we DO last night? I didn't even know I had some of these muscles."

::Stretches before freezing, looking over at John::

"OMG, did we have sex and I don't remember it?! That's just typical, isn't it? I get the hot Colonel in bed and it's all a blur of achy muscles and..."

::Picks up a tube off the floor, confused::

"Passion Pearl Massage Oil? Do I even want to know why you have this stashed in your quarters?"

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

*GIGGLES* Ahahaha, oh Rodney! I seriously want to read the drunken massage fic. <3333