- Earlier today, I had a sudden epiphany, wherein I realized that someone on my flist was actually the same someone whose icon journal I have regularly fangirled from afar since joining SGA fandom, and that I have comment-threaded with her more than once. Wow do I feel like a lucky idiot! \o/
- When any Jules and I interact - be it
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kashmir1 or schneestern - the conversation always seems to end in absolute crack. We should probably stop talking for the sake of fandom, because just the other day, the two of them plotted to make me manip Rodney into a belly dancer (I was helpless to resist! Helpless! schneestern was physically there to tickle me into submission!). I'm afraid to actually put that one on the interwebs, which is saying something for me. And now this:Mel: aahaaaahahah, i am so stuck on the idea of rodney shaking his ass to my humps
Julie: ahah omg ME TOO
Julie: its pretty much my personal canon now lol
Mel: i feel so guilty listening to it, i always check to make sure the house is empty first, BUT GOD IT IS SO AMAZING TO IMAGINE
Julie: IT REALLY IS
Julie: especially b/c i picture him in the shower, with his hair in a shampoo mohawk, singing into a bottle
Mel: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA
Mel: OH RODNEY
Julie: and john catches him. of course
Mel: OF COURSE
Mel: and he laughs himself down to the floor
Julie: MAH HUMPS ahahaha oh my god
Julie: should not amuse me so - Speaking of fic, someone needs to steer me kindly away from the computer. I have four word documents open: the Shrek AU (in which Rodney is a princess, cursed so that she turns into a man once the sun sets), the Stars of Track and Field sequel (meet Ronon!), tentative Lorne POV fic, and The One Where They Turn Into Stuffed Animals (see icon). How have I not been kicked out of fandom yet? No, really.
- I'm putting together an "Essentials" recs post for schneestern, because a fair number my sentences this vacation started with the words, "You ever read that fic where..." and, a fair number of times, she hadn't. So, what do you consider an essential read in SGA fandom? Besides, you know, Written by the Victors. We all but jumped on her back when she told us she hadn't read it; I think she got the idea.
Anyone? Bueller?
Apr. 20th, 2007 07:03 pmI blame Sofie for this, but there has to be a fic out there where Dean and Sam go to Vegas, right? And they meet some CSIs? AKA Greg? Greg and Dean and Sam get it on? We all know Greg's a kinky bastard, he's given us proof of it time and time again. And Sam and Dean - Dean especially - would probably be charmed out of their pants by Greg's quirky acceptance of them. Right? Am I crazy? You know it'd be hot.
Greg's a sexy manbeast. Just look at him.
ETA: No one ever wrote my Vampire Watermelon fic, guys! I'm very disappointed. :< Sniff, wibble, unhappy sigh.
Greg's a sexy manbeast. Just look at him.
ETA: No one ever wrote my Vampire Watermelon fic, guys! I'm very disappointed. :< Sniff, wibble, unhappy sigh.
yoinked from a coupla people
Mar. 7th, 2007 05:03 pm
[Get your own!]
Wow, that is a truly hideous shade of pink. Anyway! Hmmmmmm? Have you? Even though I am a cracky geek who talks about Scooby Doo and cheese? And ancient civilizations? And buttsex? I'm particularly fond of buttsex, yes. I don't think you should have sent me chocolate,
raynedanser. I'm hyper, like, a lot. This post has no point. HEY LOOK AT THAT PUPPY IN MY ICON.ETA: Does anyone have some PJ Harvey they'd like to share with me? *Sam eyes*
creepy men should not wave
Feb. 3rd, 2007 11:48 amMy dad's in the attic right now. I'm not exactly sure what he's doing, but there're a lot of things that sound like 'thunka thunka crash bang thunk...BWWOOOOOSSH' going on. I fear for my ceiling and also for my very delicious Chicken Pot Pie. Mmm, eleven o'clock in the morning is a time for high-sodium foods. Oh, oh wait! I think my father just sent an entire bed crashing down the attic stairs and into the banister. Never a dull moment, let me tell you.
And, ow, I think I just lost all of my taste buds. Freaking cooked carrots. Who cooks carrots, honestly? It's just wrong. Carrots are meant to make cracking sounds when you bite into them so you can appropriately screw your face on and say, What's up, Doc? That's just how it goes; everyone knows it.
( POLLERAMA )
Along with cooked carrots, I cannot understand why in the world you would collect glass bottles. Fine, you just find all these bottles and - woah! - a fully formed collection. But I'm talking about hardcore collecting. The kind where you pay over $900 for a single glass bottle that is smaller than my spread hand. True, I can't imagine spending over thirty dollars for really anything that doesn't go vroom or give me internets, so maybe I am abnormal. Am I abnormal? Yeah, ok, you don't need to answer that.
OH, and seriously, the scariest thing that a ghost can do in film or tv is that freaky fazing thing, where they're just suddenly - phwoom. Yeah, that creeps me out. GwjfoijgawfjigjawFJAg SAMARA I HATE YOU.
Discuss.
And, ow, I think I just lost all of my taste buds. Freaking cooked carrots. Who cooks carrots, honestly? It's just wrong. Carrots are meant to make cracking sounds when you bite into them so you can appropriately screw your face on and say, What's up, Doc? That's just how it goes; everyone knows it.
( POLLERAMA )
Along with cooked carrots, I cannot understand why in the world you would collect glass bottles. Fine, you just find all these bottles and - woah! - a fully formed collection. But I'm talking about hardcore collecting. The kind where you pay over $900 for a single glass bottle that is smaller than my spread hand. True, I can't imagine spending over thirty dollars for really anything that doesn't go vroom or give me internets, so maybe I am abnormal. Am I abnormal? Yeah, ok, you don't need to answer that.
OH, and seriously, the scariest thing that a ghost can do in film or tv is that freaky fazing thing, where they're just suddenly - phwoom. Yeah, that creeps me out. GwjfoijgawfjigjawFJAg SAMARA I HATE YOU.
Discuss.
la_folle_allure and I are kind of a scary thing when we get together. The first night we met, a fairy tale au epic was spat forth - incredibly cracky and possibly scarring. Tonight, we are proud to present a conversation in which Dean is black. Kate also has it posted in her journal over here, but I really, really wanted to inflict it upon my own flist, SO.( Warnings for: crack, un-pcness, crack, dean winchester, crack, and bad language. Oh, and also it is huge. )
Man, I want to read a fic with a vampire watermelon. Can't you just see it?
Sam: [being strangled by vines] Dean, run! Get out of here!
Dean: No, I won't leave you! [clutches his sword with one hand and tries to keep a grip on Sam with the other]
Vampire Watermelon: [oozes evil watermelon juices] I have you now, brothers Winchester! Mwah hah hah! [lightning crashes]
There would be a heroic action sequence involving a machete and a film noir-type shot where all you see are Dean's boots and the crushed, melon-y corpses of his fallen foes. Maybe, when they were wee, Sam and Dean ate watermelon during the summer as they frolicked on the beach, and now this evil has risen from the grave to right the wrongs done to its brethren. Cue flashback!
Sam: [being strangled by vines] Dean, run! Get out of here!
Dean: No, I won't leave you! [clutches his sword with one hand and tries to keep a grip on Sam with the other]
Vampire Watermelon: [oozes evil watermelon juices] I have you now, brothers Winchester! Mwah hah hah! [lightning crashes]
There would be a heroic action sequence involving a machete and a film noir-type shot where all you see are Dean's boots and the crushed, melon-y corpses of his fallen foes. Maybe, when they were wee, Sam and Dean ate watermelon during the summer as they frolicked on the beach, and now this evil has risen from the grave to right the wrongs done to its brethren. Cue flashback!