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My headset was summarily destroyed the other day by a rampaging beast (aka me during a frantic search for my camera card) which is hugely upsetting since I was planning on recording a hello message for you all and I can't for the life of me figure out how to work the voice post whosamajigs. Alas, you've been spared my hilariously idiotic ramblings about David Hewlett and dresses and cookies - not that the three are related in any way - for another week. Rest easy while you can because soon your time will come and, lo, it will be epic. Seriously, just ask

schneestern. The first time we talked on Skype together I ended up pontificating on the significance of ladybug stickers for ten minutes. I don't even know how. Something about the number of spots being a metaphor for Love Sweet Love? Yeah.

Top three songs making Mel happy at the moment:
1. [Patrick Wolf - Careless Talk] Like me reccing a Patrick Wolf song is a huge surprise. But, okay, this is so adorable and jazzy and so unlike his normal songs, and I maybe really want him to be my boyfriend. Don't judge me.
2. [Tiger! Shit! Tiger! Tiger! - Insert Disco Beat Here] Courtesy the lovely chickyoops. Definitely not for everyone, but it's funky and hilarious and weird and I can barely understand a word the singer's saying, which means that of course it's right up my alley. Also, hello, their name.
3. [Beirut - Postcards From Italy] The perfect summer song, all sweetness and nostalgia and light, like the memory of sun warming your toes on a balmy afternoon.

Now you! What's making you happy today, flist? *group smoosh*

(PS, Don't let any of the actual content fool you, this is totally a gratuitous icon post. Nghjfaoigm JFlans, how are you so sexass. Please to be never stopping. Do it for us, the fans.)

Current Music: The Shins - Australia

I feel like I'm leading some sort of mad double life.

I can't remember anything past 10:15 last night, but somehow my away message went up on AIM at around 12 and I had a significant email conversation with my sister which the timestamp shows lasted from 11:12 to 11:35; plus, I managed to bruise my tail bone, partially clean my room, and write five hundred completely cracked out words about Rodney as a gay...well, I won't mention what he was out of fear that I might scar

chopchica for life. And, mind, this all happened while I was completely sober.

Maybe the sheer force of Joe Flanigan's sexy made me black out. It's possible - just look at him. God.

The only other option is that the internet has poisoned my mind, which, come to think of it, is equally plausible. I shouldn't have watched longcat's song the fifth time around, damnit. Oh, oh, speaking of the internet, has anyone else been unable to access this on youtube? I keep getting a "this video is not available in your country" message, which is just plain not fair since I need it for...reasons. Involving Rodney. Cough.

Haha, I just completely ruined any fandom cred I might have had, didn't I. Crap. Quick, a diversion!

It's always the quiet ones. WINK NUDGE.
(spawned by this thread a few days ago)

Current Mood: ditzy
Current Music: Portishead - Nylon Smile

I have spent the last hour guiltily clicking the play button on my VLC over and over. You want to know why? Because Joe Flanigan has a sex voice, that's why. Just in case, like me, you were unaware: this is ACTUALLY REAL. I know, right?

"We pull pranks together all the time, uh, but they tend to be more subtle in dialogue, you know. Sometimes you'll be shooting and somebody's doing their close-up, you just give 'em a completely different line, like...you know...I love you, Doctor McKay."

The full quote audio
Just the "I love you, Doctor McKay"
[right click + save as]

I'm not sure who took the original video - there was no name attached to the download I found - but whoever it is obviously deserves some back-thumpin' hugs. Thank you so, so much anonymous person! Um. Excuse me while I go press play yet again.

Current Mood: frazzled

Title: Just Like We Do
Authors:

unamaga and

schneestern
Pairing: John Sheppard/Joe Flanigan
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: ~3,450 words
Notes: Anyone who has seen Jules and I interact knows that we have no shame, so I'm not offering any excuses for this. There are none. Also, there is really no plot; we just wanted Joe and John to have sex. Er, Happy December!

( He cups his hand around the back of John's neck, mumbling, slow, slower, and guiding John into aching, long strokes, watching with something hot curling in his gut when the switch suddenly flips behind John's eyes and he gets it. )

Current Mood: amused

this might be the place

i could get used to this lifestyle

raarrrr i eetchu

yeah, about that

gnuhfh

FIC: Just Like We Do (NC-17)

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