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ahhhhhg
SO. Sitting in Heathrow Airport for three hours is totally my idea of a good time. Really. I mean it.
You should entertain me, flist, OR ELSE I WILL GO MAD. Talk to me about SGA and the epic, epic love John and Rodney have for each other, or that funny little tiara you bought for yourself last week, or even the way your dog threw up this morning. PLEASE. Dogs throwing up is DAMN GOOD ENTERTAINMENT.
*sullenly eats chocolate*
You should entertain me, flist, OR ELSE I WILL GO MAD. Talk to me about SGA and the epic, epic love John and Rodney have for each other, or that funny little tiara you bought for yourself last week, or even the way your dog threw up this morning. PLEASE. Dogs throwing up is DAMN GOOD ENTERTAINMENT.
*sullenly eats chocolate*
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At least you have wireless, right? (They do give you wireless, don't they...?)
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YOU KNOW WHAT YOU NEED? You need DVDs, that's what.
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I'm doing the annual Cleaning Out My Closet (literally not figuratively) and have found quite a lot of stuff I didn't know I even owned.
For example a neon green top with frills that I have NO IDEA how it got in my closet. It has now disappeared into the Salvation Army bag so next week that top will be their problem not mine *evil cackle*
My SGA download is going slower than a evil slow thing. Which doesn't prevent me from obsessively checking the status every 3 seconds.
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SGA! HOMG! WORTH THE WAIT!
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And then there's hijinks galore and Rodney blows up John's car - for work! Not because he's mad John *took his virginity, wrote a poem about it, and vanished*! Not at all! And John constantly breaks into his apartment and teases him some more and finally handcuffs naked Rodney to his shower rail and then jerks him off really *really* slowly and then leaves, and Rodney has to call Ronon to uncuff him and now he's never going to be able to look Ronon in the eye again (not that he ever really did before, because Ronon wears sunglasses all the time. In fact, Ronon might be some sort of kind of Robot - like the Terminator, how is Rodney supposed to know?
Eventually, Rodney manages to both take John in (and John is *pissed*) and clear John's name (with some help from Ronon) and John shows up at Rodney's door and is all, "someday I'll make you pay for this" and Rodney is all, "*Hello*, high school bleachers!" and John grins an evil little grin and then Rodney tackles him and they have lots of sex.
Yeah, that's what I want. Now if only I (or somebody) would write it. I still have to figure out how to put in Elizabeth and Teyla though - cause there's no fucking way I'm making either of them a secretary or former whore.
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I love that Rodney works at Radio Shack instead of, what, the Dairy Queen? And John is just so perfectly Joe (ha!) it's not even funny. OMG YOU HAVE TO WRITE THIS!
AUs in this fandom are spectacular crack and there should be new ones every day.
Elizabeth and Teyla could be, like, rival bounty hunters that give Rodney lots and lots of shit for being bad at it. ;)
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Hmm, Teyla could be the equivalent of Terry Gilman and Elizabeth... Elizabeth can be... someone who is connected to the case or is in some way helping Rodney. Maybe a less outrageous version of Sally Sweet?
Oh please write this *begs shamelessly*
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AND SOON YOU WILL BE BACK ON MY SIDE OF THE POND. And I am selfish and that makes me happy. ♥
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I'm so sorry! *hearts muchly*
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It was pretty much the highlight of my week.
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Have you watched Atlantis? SO DARLING. BOYS. <333
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