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I walked down to the post office this afternoon to mail off a few packages (and before you all yell at me, I had my inhaler, a bottle of water, and a cellphone - I was prepared!), since apparently no one was planning to drive me within the next decade and the cookies would spoil. It's windy out, but not too terrible, so I dawdled on the way back: I had the empty Whole Foods bag I'd used to carry the packages, I was grooving to some BOC on my iPod, and it seemed like a good idea to stop and pick up a bit of the litter on the sidewalk as I was passing by it. This isn't really out of character for me, but apparently no one ever told me that it is tragically dorkish.
A group of passing high school kids took it upon themselves to inform me of this.
I know - douches, in my town? Shock! But, what the hell? When did it become high-school-cool to rag on a random stranger for picking up litter? I'm not really offended. Partially because they were all kind of puny and wearing day-glo, but mostly because I'm just plain baffled.
Anyway, here's today's vocabulary lesson. Your homework is to somehow base a drabble around a word of your choosing. For my amusement. :)
A group of passing high school kids took it upon themselves to inform me of this.
I know - douches, in my town? Shock! But, what the hell? When did it become high-school-cool to rag on a random stranger for picking up litter? I'm not really offended. Partially because they were all kind of puny and wearing day-glo, but mostly because I'm just plain baffled.
Anyway, here's today's vocabulary lesson. Your homework is to somehow base a drabble around a word of your choosing. For my amusement. :)
| apodyopsis sphallolalia callipygean lygerastia cheiloproclitic basorexia krukolibidinous capernoited | The act of mentally undressing someone Flirtatious talk that leads nowhere Having well-shaped buttocks The condition of one who is only amorous when the lights are out Being attracted to a person's lips An overwhelming desire to neck or kiss The act of staring at someone's crotch Slightly intoxicated or tipsy |
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I will see what I can do about a drabble. Or something.
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the one where sheppard seduces rodney with his big... vocabulary
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The first time it happened, Rodney sort of ignored it. You can't really blame him though - the mess had made real pancakes that morning served with honest-to-goodness Canadian maple syrup that the Daedalus had brought over on its last run.
"You've got that whole callipygean ideal going on, Rodney," Sheppard said, plopping his tray down beside Rodney's.
Rodney looked up briefly from where he'd been smothering his flapjacks (god, what a ridiculous word and it was all Sheppard's fault he was using it) with butter and syrup to spare him a glance.
"What in the world are you talking about, Colonel?" Rodney asked as Sheppard picked up his knife and fork.
"Nothing," he grinned and Rodney gave him one last wary look before devouring his own breakfast.
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But then... it kept happening the rest of the day. During their mission briefing, via an instant message ("Do you suffer from lygerastia, Rodney?") and then again in the 'jumper on the way to trade negotiations on MXR-574. That time it was "I seem to be overcome with basorexia around you."
After the fourth time ("Aren't you tired of all this sphallolalia, McKay?"), on their trek through the jungle toward where they were to meet the Polarians, he whirled to face Sheppard, finger poking at John's tac vest.
"Alright, Colonel. What is with all the five dollar words today, huh? Did someone get you a Word-of-the-Day calendar or something?" He hissed, half-listening to Ronon and Teyla walking ahead through the dense vegetation.
John just grinned, unrepentant before he started walking again, turning around once to wink over his shoulder at Rodney.
"You know, I feel sort of cheiloproclitic around you," was all he heard once Sheppard turned back around and Rodney threw up his hands and hurried to keep up.
the one where sheppard seduces rodney with his big... vocabulary part two
It didn't hit Rodney what was going on until after the negotiations were all said and done and the feast had begun. One of the younger delegates, a handsome young man by the name of Delrus struck up a conversation with Rodney. He was obviously interested - and rightly so - in Rodney's genius but it never occurred to him he might be interested in more until Delrus walked away for a few moments to get them drinks and Sheppard sidled up.
"That guy is krukolibinous," he slurred and Rodney eyed the mostly empty cup of Kuru wine in John's hand.
"How much have you had to drink of that stuff? It's worse than the rotgut I drank in Siberia."
John shrugged and, tipping his head back, finished the glass off. "I think I might be capernoited."
Rodney snorted. "Is that a fancy way of saying you're drunk off your ass?"
John grinned at him, eyes bright in the dim torchlight, cheeks flushed. "Yeah." He looked over Rodney's shoulder then and frowned. "Delrus keeps apodyopsis-apodyopsising you with his eyes. I don't like it."
"I don't think that's a word, John," Rodney said with another snort.
John rolled his eyes at him. "Give me a break, Rodney. I'm drunk. You're lucky I remember what it means."
Rodney tilted his head a little and looked intently at John. "What does it mean?"
John flushed - no, no, Rodney realized, that was a blush - and shrugged. "It's the act of mentally undressing someone."
"It's - what?! Wait, wait," Rodney said, dragging John into a shadowy corner and ignoring Delrus, who was making his way back through the crowd to Rodney. "You think he wants to fuck me?" He couldn't help but peek over John's shoulder and give Delrus the once over. "Really? Huh."
Sheppard made a sound that could only be described as a growl and grabbed Rodney's shoulders and pushed him farther into the corner, against the stone wall. "God, McKay just shut the fuck up and let me kiss you!"
Rodney floundered for a moment, mouth opening and closing a few times, unattractively he was sure, before he got shaking hands on John's arms and said, with a tiny shrug that belied the way his belly had gone hot and fluttery at John's low tone, "Oh, well, I suppose that'd be alright."
John grinned and started to lean forward, murmuring against Rodney's lips, "I did tell you I was cheiloproclitic around you."
Rodney groaned and grabbed John by the ears and pulled him, kissing him softly, wetly for a long minutes before pulling back far enough to say, "If I promise to play Scrabble or something with you, will you lay off the big words and take me back to your room and fuck me?"
John laughed, straightened up and took Rodney's hand, yanking him towards the dim hallway. "Absolutely."
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"You've got that whole callipygean ideal going on, Rodney,"
Yes, yes he does!
I bet John turns it into strip-Scrabble.
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I'm just happy you like it, darling. John spent a long, long time coming up with his plan to seduce Rodney. A LONG, LONG TIME.
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This is awesomeness personified. I adore the fact that the long words make Rodney cranky rather than intrigued. Hee!
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Also:
krukolibidinous The act of staring at someone's crotch
I really, really do love the English language. :P
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here, let me i give you cookies for being awesome and picking up litter.
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ask an ye shall recieve
His mind moves so fast, he thinks, because he's always imagining the unthinkable. Teyla, losing her cool. Ronon, losing at poker. John, losing his clothes.
What? A little apodyopsis never hurt anyone. And he seriously doubts he's the only one mentally undressing John Sheppard.
But when John follows him into his room one ordinary wednesday, and kisses him, hot and wet, before shimmying out of his jeans, Rodney learns that, sometimes, not even his imagination can outstrip reality.
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HA! With bonus pun! Well-played, madam, well-played!
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And it is dead on 100 words- I didn't think I had it in me to write something so short.
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