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Do you ever get hit with a sudden wave of overwhelming bitterness towards someone? Just - boom - right out of left field as you're pulling on a sock or scratching your elbow? God, that is the worst feeling in the world. So, you know, instead of wallowing and growing even more bitter for no apparent reason, let's talk about John Sheppard's face.

It's a nice face, says Rodney.
ps, don't forget about
villainny's awesome v-day post over here.
It's a nice face, says Rodney.
ps, don't forget about
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Valentine's Day rolls around and Rodney definitely didn't set an alarm, so he's still sleeping when John comes by sometime mid-morning. With glitter in his hair. John says, I helped put up decorations, and Rodney squints at him with the eye that's not still squashed into the pillow and sighs. And then John sits down and pulls out a brand-new, unopened bag of Hugs, which, white and milk chocolate mixed together is obviously the best kind invented. And this deserves two eyes, definitely, but Rodney makes sure to remind John of how much this is the stupidest holiday of them all, even as he's ripping into the first piece. And John says, I know, and then grins, and he looks so happy, Rodney says, fine, and John just dumps more glitter onto them both. The bastard.
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