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09 June 2012 @ 04:29 pm
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Fandom recs and babbling below! Short version:

Read: Blank Slate by irony_rocks
Watch: Running Up That Hill fanvid by tenacious_err

Long version:

I'm so in love (again) with Atlantis. I'm up to The Siege (all 3 parts watched last night while should have been sleeping yay)! Then I proved to myself how badly I need to organize my online presence because I had to google my own fics which I only kinda-sorta remembered. As a side note, I'm so grateful to all the love and squeee that still exists on the internet for my early fic offerings, because I found some of them via rec posts. <3 <3 <3

Oh, then I stumbled across IR's fic "Blank Slate" linked above, which I probably missed because I assumed it was a sprawling epic AU that would require me to clear my calendar and take lots of notes to figure out who everyone is (not that there's anything wrong with that) and there are spoilers for S4/S5 and-

Look, it's perfect! So if you missed it too, read it. It'll make you feel better, and then break you, and then make you feel better, and then you'll probably wonder how you're going to write anything else that belongs on the same internet. (JUST ME?)

Anyway, the reason I was kinda heartbroken and needed to feel better was because I discovered my x-box can play youtube videos on my new TV (6 more inches in diameter = whole new world of me continuing the delusion that I don't need glasses!). The search parameters are limited (and holy kavanaugh we have some truly terrible fanvids in this fandom, but I digress), but it stumbled me onto this video set to Placebo's cover of "Running Up That Hill" (which - can we have Placebo cover basically everything please? I need a vast array of music to dip into whenever I'm like "my day hasn't been quite atmospherically creepy enough"). NNGGGG SPARKY DAMMIT THEY DESERVE A HAPPY ENDING AUGHHHH JUST FIX IT SHOW, JUST FIX IT.

I think if I wrote my own sprawling fix-it epic it would (haha never get finished) make me feel better about the whole thing, but then I'd have to watch S4/S5 to be legit, and I've been advised that falls under "can never unsee."

Hey, though, I haven't written anything since last December. I don't think even a word! So please, fandomfriends, can you meme me some inspiration? Preferably Atlantis, but all my fandoms are acceptable! So, kinda from aj:

Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I'll give you between one and three sentences from that story write you a snippet of undetermined length!
entertaining in a disturbing way: Sparky - pantslyssie on June 9th, 2012 11:43 pm (UTC)
That one time the Athosians saved Earth.
Little Red: sga - sw shockmylittleredgirl on June 10th, 2012 12:23 am (UTC)
This one's hard! Um... wanted to make it light and cracky but couldn't! Probably because I just finished watching "The Siege" which is all RAH RAH RAH DOOMCAKES.


Teyla sees her father's face in her mind when she shoves past the confusion, the nonsensical arguments the Earth humans might keep making until their ship is discovered and the chance is lost. She pictures a hundred others, and the scarred, barren face of Athos where her people once hunted game.

She slams the lever forward.

There's a ch-chunk as the pod is released into space, plummeting toward the planet below. McKay and Sheppard both tried to explain to her once a concept about how space is silent because of invisible sound-carry molecules that aren't there, but she is certain she can hear it releasing its poison into the atmosphere below them.

Behind her, Elizabeth gasps. "Teyla." Elizabeth wrestled the most vocally with the issue of using the Ancient bioweapon on the Wraith spawning world, even with the news that the Wraith were breeding a new generation to cross the galactic barrier for Earth. The other Earth-born humans talked of keeping this as an option 'in reserve,' dodged around making a decision, used words like 'genocide' and 'innocent' to talk about wiping out the scores of Wraith hatchlings who haven't (yet) fed on any human lives.

That is the difference, Teyla supposes. The Wraith are attempting to reach her comrades' home world, but they've never actually been there.

After a beat of silence, Sheppard says, voice rough, "I should have been the one to do it."

Teyla knows he feels responsible for the Wraith, because he was there when they awoke - perhaps is the one responsible for this most recent wave of war and cullings - but over the years she has come to realize that he will never truly understand the Wraith as his enemy.

When Sheppard someday returns home, she hopes his children and grandchildren will share his ignorance forever.


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Human Collaborator Flunkie Pool!fic Muse: J/E - balcony (by awanderingbard)joyfulfeather on June 9th, 2012 11:44 pm (UTC)
I actually liked seasons 4 and 5! It's season 3 that I can't unsee. Not even for the bad things that happen to characters I <3, but because there are so many bad episodes. Seasons 4 and 5 are actually pretty good. IMO.

Prompt: That time John and Elizabeth slept under the stars.
Little Red: sga - sw 18 daysmylittleredgirl on June 10th, 2012 02:27 am (UTC)

"This isn't my Earth," Elizabeth says. She's cold, even by the fire, but grateful that the chilly breeze is keeping away the September bugs. "My Earth has a thousand thread-count hotel sheets and room service."

"Come on," John says. He's flat on his back, staring up at the dark trees at the edge of their clearing and the familiar stars beyond. "Even if camping isn't your thing, you've got to admit it feels good to be back on American soil. It's important to get back to our roots. We may never get another chance."

"Ah, and here I was hoping I could avoid thinking about our certain doom while on leave." She's a little closer to American soil than she would ordinarily prefer - her plans for their four-day domestic leave were going to be mostly centered around food. Fresh fruit. Four-star restaurants. Milk. Hell, she thinks she'd enjoy just walking through the city smelling the chinese food and falafel and hot dog carts.

But she's camping, because he asked. She said no, of course, more because of mosquitoes than because it's inappropriate for them to be fraternizing thirty miles from an SGC that already thinks she's too close to her military commander. But John pushed, and wheedled, and told her how important it was to him, and he ended up making a strange kind of sense. Yes, he gets to camp periodically in Pegasus for missions, sometimes even on planets that are (relatively) peaceful and Wraith-free, but these are his trees, pine and maple and oak, and he can light a fire without worrying that an enemy will be using it to track his position.

She can see his point that it should be grounding, should remind them of who they are and where they're from, but it's mostly just making her cold. And dirty.

But there are hot dogs in the cooler, and a marshmallow for s'mores on the end of her stick pointed at the fire, and very few foods are more terrestrial than that when she gets right down to it.

The stars are nice, too. She finds herself actually surprised when she picks out the big dipper, because she's not used to seeing familiar mythology in the sky anymore.

"There's Orion," John says. "Doing cartwheels."

She smiles, amused that they're doing the same thing. She traces a W in the sky with her eyes. "Cassiopeia." Her marshmallow lights on fire and she blows it out - John burned his black earlier, but she prefers them toasted to a deep tan, rather than charred.

She's still waiting to learn the real reason why he invited her out here. John never does anything without a reason, and while he tries to pretend he's a simple man with simple needs, he's not.

It's too much to think he just didn't want to be without her company for four days on Earth. Years years ago, the first time he gave her a charged look that barely hinted at things like sex and desire and a jagged edge of need, she would have assumed something else, but their partnership has become one more about trust than lust. Ever since the Iratus bug rewrote his DNA while she watched, he hasn't exactly been more forthcoming about sharing his emotions with her, but she keeps getting the feeling that he wants to. Maybe even needs to.

To be honest, she misses the lust, a little. It was a silly fantasy that they could have wild sex throughout their city, could satisfy the warm spikes of possibility her body felt when she stood too close to him, and not have it affect their working relationship, but that didn't stop her from thinking about it.

"We're over there," John says, pointing up toward the general area of the constellation Pegasus. There are thin clouds across the sky obscuring most of it. Even if there weren't, she couldn't tell which pinprick of light represents their entire galaxy.

She thinks about him that way a lot less now, because imagining John's body brings along with it all the times she's seen that body broken, seen him bleeding in the infirmary or held captive or with a Wraith hand bearing down on him. She wants to comfort him more deeply now than just physically, wants him to really know that she's his partner and will always brace his back with hers, but it was a lot easier when her wildest dreams about John Sheppard involved sex in the control chair.

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he is terrible, face-wise: john/elizabeth || intenseleanstein on June 10th, 2012 01:14 am (UTC)
Sigh. THIS SHOW. THIS SHIP. Never ever getting over them. They have ruined me for other ships. It's been years and years and YET. Cannot move on from them. Sparky forever.

Ooooh prompt! John/Elizabeth. The one where Elizabeth tries to teach John how to knit. don't know where that came from, hmm.

Edited at 2012-06-10 01:22 am (UTC)
Little Red: sga - arts & crafts - qwirkymylittleredgirl on June 10th, 2012 03:18 am (UTC)
*snicker* :)


"Wait a minute," John says, still trying to figure out how he got roped into this whole baby-blanket thing. "Why do you know how to knit?"

Elizabeth says, "My mother's a Montessori teacher."

That... huh. That actually means nothing to him. "And...?"

She shrugs. "The last time I used it I think I was making a square for a blanket for my niece."

Hey. "Was this your idea?"

John still hasn't figured out how Elizabeth, she who talks nuclear weapons from Genii and who calms intergalactic warfare, is so comically terrible at lying. "Mine?"


"Don't tell me you think women's work is beneath you."

He rolls his eyes. "Don't start."

"Teyla told Melan that you one of her best friends. You should be honored."

"I am. I'm totally honored. But this? Is not a good use of my time. And- wait, is Melan making Ronon knit something?"

"He skinned a... I don't know what it was, but now it's a papoose."

"I could skin something."

She looks at him.


"It's the same stitch, over and over again. It's not hard."

"You do keep saying that," he grumbles, but he hasn't actually gotten through a full row yet. Somehow he's still created a knotted ball of string totally apart from the string on the needles - maybe Elizabeth's complaints that he fidgets are valid. "What about McKay?"

"Done," she says. "Apparently he used to knit in college when he was stuck on a theoretical problem. Which, he tells me, was very rarely."

John waits to see if an alarm bell will go off and save him. It doesn't. This galaxy has the worst timing.

"I'm not saying the rhyme."

Elizabeth smirks. "That's the only way I know how to teach it. Come on. I heard you teaching Palla how to make rabbit ears to tie her shoes."

Busted. John has a soft spot for the Athosian kids a mile wide, and he's sure that Teyla's newest addition will be no different. "She didn't know what a rabbit was." Which isn't nearly as distressing as the thought that members of their expedition have started pairing off and talking about having children here in Pegasus... where their kids will also not know about rabbits.

Really, he'd give the world to these kids, but with a galaxy full of life-sucking aliens out there, it seems like he should be doing something more... active to protect them than contributing to a community blanket. Blankets are important, but the quartermaster has got warmer and better-looking ones.

She observes as he keeps working at it. It takes an annoying amount of focus. "At least the baby won't feel bad spitting up on this," he says.

Elizabeth lays her hand on his shoulder. "It's a gesture. For Teyla, but also for the baby."

"You had to tell the Athosians about baby showers."

"Not that. I mean, Teyla will tell her baby just by wrapping her up how many people there are out here that love her."

Oh. John flashes Elizabeth a look he hopes seems contrite, because when she puts it that way, he really shouldn't be resisting it so hard.

It's just going to look terrible. "Well, I hope the kid will forgive her Uncle John for his lack of proficiency."

Elizabeth smiles and squeezes her hand where she's still touching him. "Just stay away from knitting clothes, and it should be okay."
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A.j.: evilaj on June 10th, 2012 01:19 am (UTC)
That time John went to the drum-circle performance art thing with Monica. Because she asked.
Little Red: xf - hey monnie!mylittleredgirl on June 10th, 2012 04:04 am (UTC)
She did this on purpose.

Completely, totally, Monica-ly on purpose. John's not prone to making up words, but sometimes his partner does something so utterly... annoying and bananas and Monica that it really defies explanation.

When it's finally intermission, she happily gets up and heads for the concession stand but he drags her toward the least populated area of the lobby instead. "You," he starts, and kind of trails off there.

She looks way, way too amused. "It's art, John. I figured you would like the drums."

"The drums aren't the problem!"

"I really didn't know they were going to be naked. But when they painted each other it was-"

He feels a little strangled by his attempt to keep from yelling at her. "Monica."

"Okay. Noted. Next time I'll ask if the all-male futuristic neo-pagan drum circle will be wearing clothes for the entire performance before I invite you. Deal?"

"We're leaving."

"We can't just-" She frowns at his face. "I can't just tell Mountain that we left in the middle."

And if she'd told him that her drummer-friend's name was Mountain he might have guessed that this wasn't going to be his cup of tea and saved them both the trouble.

"You made me watch NASCAR," she reminds him, as if that's even in the same league.


She digs into her purse, and hands him her keys. "You go. Take my car. I'll get a ride from one of Mountain's friends. You can pick me up at my place in the morning."

He glares at her, because his choices are now to spend another hour watching naked men drum or let one of those naked men drive her home. He had his gut theories about men who'd choose to do this sort of thing and how Monica might not be their type, per se, but he's been around long enough to know there are always exceptions when it comes to people.

And with his luck...

Monica's holding out her keys, and a smile is peeking at the corners of her mouth. "Come on," she says. "It's a little funny."

No. No way. He's not giving her this one. "Yeah, whatever. Meet me outside when it's done."

"What are you going to do?"

Drink. Heavily. "Plan my revenge."

She laughs, and then kisses his cheek. "You're a good sport," she tells him. He isn't, but her standards are never quite calibrated to human norms.

He feels a chill go through him from her lips on his face, but he's not going to stay, no matter what freaky powers of persuasion she gets when she steps inside his personal space.

"All right, I'll call you when I'm done," she says. "Try not to get too mad."

He leaves, holding her car keys in case he needs to drive (because it'd be his luck, too, to be prevented from heavy drinking because this would be the one theatre on the planet without a bar close by).

He's not mad. He doesn't have a good word handy for basically any of the ways she makes him feel, this one included. It's like Monica's so Monica that she bypasses the English language entirely.

Thankfully, there's a dive right next door. There are one or two well-dressed guys here amid the locals, probably doing the same thing he is, waiting for their wives or girlfriends or - well, Monica's neither, but he's here, so she's something.

He's definitely not going to be taking up her invitations to cultural activities so easily in the future, that's for sure. Not without research. Maybe a signed affidavit from her that it's not going to be completely insane. Can't she just go to the movies like everybody else?

She can't, he knows. And he also knows that she'll convince him, again and again, to do crazy things like this, because he sometimes forgets how different they are. He's a normal guy, even after the insane turns his life has taken lately, and she's... something else. He doesn't have a word for it. And sometimes she does things like this to him.

But sometimes... not tonight, but sometimes, when she invites him into her crazy, Monica world... he even likes it.
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peanutbutterer: John and Lizpeanutbutterer on June 10th, 2012 01:22 am (UTC)
The one where John accidentally confessed to Rodney that he was in love with Elizabeth.
Little Red: sga - lizzie temptress - goldie_galmylittleredgirl on June 10th, 2012 08:07 pm (UTC)
I think I'm struggling with this one because there are just so many awesome ways that could go! Are they together yet? Is it angsty post-something? Is there booze involved? Ancient holodecks? SO MANY CHOICES! Okay I'm going to ponder this and maybe roll some dice if I had any dice which I don't think I do. But here, you can have this fic I wrote a billion years ago where Rodney accidentally confesses the same thing to John: Happy Hour ;)
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Ryuu: Muppet - Kermit Flailkarma_aster on June 10th, 2012 01:57 am (UTC)
I really loved that one you wrote where John had a dream with the Muppets working with the Atlantis expedition. Especially with Miss Piggy having a really unrequited crush on him!
Little Red: mana mana - infinitemonkeysmylittleredgirl on June 10th, 2012 10:07 am (UTC)
He wakes up with his pillow in his mouth, and spits it out so dramatically (what grown man dreams about Miss Piggy accosting him for a kiss in control room!?) that Elizabeth stirs next to him.

"You okay?" she asks, and he wants to laugh.

"I'm good," he promises. Muppets. He didn't enjoy the kiss in his dream - that's a good sign, right? I mean, if he were having sexual dreams about muppets out of the blue he'd be worried, but this is just a sign of-

Okay, he has no idea what it's a sign of. Maybe he'll ask Heightmeyer the next time she corners him and asks him how he's recovering from that whole Wraith POW experience of last month.

"Dreamin'?" Elizabeth's eyes are closed, but she stretches a reassuring hand toward his side of her bed. He's been here a lot more than usual lately. His dreams usually aren't nearly as amusing, and he finds having a living, breathing Elizabeth in his bed when he wakes up is a much better remedy than all the therapy in the world, no offense to Kate.

"Who's your favorite Muppet?"

She's mostly asleep, so he doesn't get the full what!? reaction he usually gets from non-sequiturs of this variety. "Hmm... what?"

"I always liked Fozzy. I felt he was underused."

Elizabeth's face squinches up adorably, mashed into the mattress. She shoved her pillow aside sometime during the night - actually, that was the pillow that must have attacked him in the form of Miss Piggy. Elizabeth isn't a restful sleeper - she tosses and turns when she's awake and kicks him all night when she manages to fall asleep.

"Though Beaker's probably the real unsung hero. Does he remind you of Zelenka?"

She finally asks, "Is this important?"

"No." Though he's pretty sure his dream was genius, and she'd appreciate it if she were fully conscious. It could be an awesome movie - Muppets on the Lost City of Atlantis, with aliens.

"K. Love you." And she drops off again, leaving him with a dopey smile on his face, because hell, she loves him and tells him that when she's too conked out for him to doubt her. He straightens the covers over her gently, admiring the bare skin of her back.

The aliens would have to be less menacing than the Wraith, though, he thinks, planning his movie as he stretches out next to Elizabeth. More vulnerable to rubber chickens and the like. Seriously, it would be genius. He has to tell Rodney.

He should write it down, get up and grab his tablet computer from under his pile of clothes, but Elizabeth is cool next to him and soothing, and he feels himself getting heavy with sleep.

"Love you too," he says. He feels too cheesy to really ever say it when they're awake - he prefers to show her his devotion by killing their enemies and by always coming home to her.

"Mmph," she mumbles, and he smiles. He risks waking her - and getting elbowed to death later - to spoon behind her. Her hair tickles his face. Fuzzy. Fozzy. He's falling asleep with silly humor, which is so much better than the anxiety he's felt lately knowing Wraith dreams are awaiting him, even when she's there to keep him grounded in her sleep.

She's more Kermit, he thinks. The voice of reason. The emcee and pace-setter for all his adventures. Sheppard in space. Somebody's got to be Gonzo the Great...

And then he's asleep.
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A.j.: amusedaj on June 10th, 2012 02:54 am (UTC)
Sidebar: Hysterical moment of this weekend: I had to remind my parents that tomorrow is their anniversary. BOTH of them.
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anranr on June 11th, 2012 12:45 am (UTC)
The one with John and Sam (DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!) and the inappropriate touching.

Little Red: sga - sw 18 daysmylittleredgirl on June 11th, 2012 04:35 am (UTC)
Karl is close to her for too long, so close her hair brushes his cheek, and he wonders why they don't say cut.

It's Dwayne who first says it - "She's your sister, man," - but it's not really with criticism. If anything, there's a touch of sympathy in his voice for poor John Grimm because Sam is his sister and he's not going to get any for saving her life.

Karl looks for confirmation in the script, because he's letting his wife's calls go to voicemail while he builds chemistry with Ros over coffee breaks at craft services, lunches, script reads. Maybe it's Ros - she's not helping, because she's playing her character the same way, because she's seeing the same things in the script that he is, because when there's a cold blast from the A/C on set he's always close enough to see goosebumps prickle on her skin.


RPF seems like the lesser of two evils in this case, no?
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Brienzebrienze on June 13th, 2012 04:44 am (UTC)
This is just to let you know I'm friending you... bumped into you on @wilw's plushie thread and figured I'd check out a fellow knitter's blog. I like Atlantis, Bab5, Dead Zone, and all the old stand-bys (HP, BtVS) though right now I'm all about Loki. I hardly ever post in my LJ but I read and comment, so I won't be at all offended if you don't friend back, since there's no there there. (My back posts are mostly knitting content tho, all the way back to my Ravelympics 2008 icon.)

My supersekrit alternate identity on Rav is texturedknitter, because I was trying to keep the knitters away from the porn in case they followed me over to LJ. Then I started hanging out at the 221B forum, where we drool over the BBC Sherlock dudes and no one needs protecting.
Little Red: make pr0n not warmylittleredgirl on June 13th, 2012 05:09 am (UTC)
HA! Okay, that cracks me up because you're like hey, I'll check out a fellow knitter's blog! And then it's like BOOM, what is this backlog of Dancing With the Stars orgy porn I've wandered into!?

So, you know, glad you understand that this kind of thing happens.

My craft stuff and fic are unlocked, but since we're both in the sci-fi knitter porn coven (SOUNDS AWESOME, RIGHT?) I'll totally friend you if you also want backstage access to the rest of the Little Red crack show. There's a lot of nonsensical allcapping about, like, my exciting mental health and administrative career. But you might prefer to keep that OFF your flist, I DON'T JUDGE!
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fyca: DRR giddy lovefyca on June 14th, 2012 04:22 am (UTC)
***SIGH*** How is it that everything you write is perfection?

You should post this somewhere for all the poor deprived drippers out there who aren't personally acquainted with you.
Little Red: xf - drr breath apart - juxtaposedmylittleredgirl on June 25th, 2012 03:47 am (UTC)
There are more left than just us?

(Also - where? I'm totally out of the fandom loop.)
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