unamaga: (snugglepuss)
After having so little to say for such a long time, it's a little weird to be posting things daily again. *explodes into action all over lj!* Anyway.

This fanmix is Exhibit B in the case for John and Rodney running away together to live in a cozy bungalow with a big backyard less than a quarter mile away from the beach where they will collect stray cats in between bouts of incredible sex and - just generally be happy forever and ever, the end. Exhibits C and D to follow. This is what you people get for not discouraging my schmoop addiction.



song links and cover art )
unamaga: (specialist dex to the rescue)
Apparently I have music on the brain, because I've decided that I'm doing a Ronon mix next. I suspect this is my subconscious' method of avoiding big bang at all costs. Anyway, this one is only six tracks because, while compiling all the songs, I had some amazingly pretentious thoughts about setting a 'mood'. Ahaha, ahaha, yeah. Okay, moving on! Very pretty brush by [livejournal.com profile] blimey_icons; comment if you want any individual songs or if the link expires, etc.



Track list, album art, and download links )
unamaga: (phwoar colonel)
Just in case you've already gotten the wrong idea, I say manwhore with only the greatest affection and warmth. Some of my best friends have been manwhores! Also the word never, ever gets less fun to say. Try it: manwhore. Anyway, this is but one facet of John's undoubtedly complex personality - one I really, really approve of, obviously. Keep your eyes peeled for [livejournal.com profile] kashmir1's dorky facet, which, strangely enough, inspired this. It's coming soon to a journal near you!

Big thanks to [livejournal.com profile] schneestern for helping me find John's ass. Texture by [livejournal.com profile] blimey_icons.




Track listing and download links )
unamaga: (and what's with all the carrots?)
This little fanmix is to go with the Buffy AU I'm hoping to have ready for Halloween that's apparently been sitting half-finished on the downstairs computer since August. Guess who's the slayer. Go on, guess. I'll give you a hint: he has the lung capacity of a marine mammal, big baby blues, and a name that rhymes with schmodney.

“This is totally not what I signed up for!” Rodney yelps, groping around on the grass to find his stake. His heart feels like it’s about to beat its way right up his esophagus and choke him to death, and his watcher doesn't even care. “Why are you just sitting there, I am about to die, don’t you have a soul at all, you complete maniac! Help! Help would be ni – aaahhgg!”

The newly risen vampire (vampires are real, what the hell) lunges at Rodney’s neck, and, oh god, he is never ever going to let a boy give him a hickey ever again. At the last second, he gets his stake in his fingers and thrusts it at the vampire’s chest, hoping that he’s aiming at the heart.

With a startled bwoosh, the vampire explodes into dust.

“Ew,” Rodney whimpers, flopping back onto the wet ground. “Oh my god, I can never wear this shirt again.”
Welcome To The Hellmouth )

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