Writing?

Coming into the homestretch, two weeks left before finals. wildernessguru's family is coming up to visit on the 10th. *snort* In the middle of finals. We're going to have to keep it short, but his sister gave us warning this time, so we're obligated.

Fics

- I'm mostly writing little domestic scenes for Rodney/John (I've no idea where this has come from).

- Colony Atlantis is getting a make-over, courtesy of my beloved betas, stellahobbit-more-Jack/Daniel and grey_bard-more-plot, so a new version is coming soon. I never posted it anywhere outside LJ and my site because it just didn't feel... done.

- I've had to put my remixredux fic on the back-burner until after finals. I have the first half sketched out, but the ending is still elusive.

- My idea for the sga_flashfic Post Secret challenge is also stalled. Anyone want to do a postcard? Because I think I'm just a little wrung out.


Pastoral Symphony
by Icarus

John woke to a flood of music, bouying, lush and hopeful, like Christmas morning. Slit-eyed, John took in the alarm clock he hadn't known about until just this second. He squeezed his eyes open and shut, scrunching up his face. Music was nice, but first thing-?

Rodney stood in the middle of his room, conducting, his sort-of-white underwear bagging about his ass. It swung a little with Rodney's sweeping gestures.

He was kinda chunky, the elastic digging under his gut, thick legs straddled and hair a greasy mess. Rodney's eyes were shut in bliss.

John stared a minute and wondered what he saw in the guy.

Then Rodney turned and looked over his shoulder at John with a supremely confident smirk, certain the attention he was getting was positive -- and then he continued conducting his clock. In his underwear.

John broke into a grin. That's why he liked him.

He stretched like a cat, dragging the covers down almost to his hips with his feet. He stopped even trying to pretend to sleep.

"Your underwear's too big," he noted, just in case Rodney hadn't noticed. You never knew with McKay.

Rodney didn't miss a beat, the imaginary baton bouncing. "I've lost weight, since my military escort has done such a crap job of covering the vulnerable scientist." He gave up conducting and plunked down to straddle John's hips.

John grunted, the breath knocked out of him. Yeah. Real vulnerable there.

"Besides, Sears hasn't exactly been open lately," Rodney added bitterly.

To cut off that depressing subject John said, "When we get stateside I'll take you to Sears myself." He wriggled his hips to try to get some breathing room. Rodney needed to go on a diet. Now.

"We'll go shopping for underwear together?" Rodney's mouth worked, blue eyes naked with shock. "Have you any idea how that'll look?"

"Well," John pulled his chin in and temporized, "so long as you don't try them on for me."

Rodney's expression froze, and John lit with a wide grin at the funny image of Rodney squeezing into a really ugly red G-string. His thought must have been obvious because Rodney's shoulders slumped, head tipped as he said, "You're a sick man, Major."

Scary over-commenting and John/Rodney's childhood.

I'm done over-commenting in trinityofone's LJ, so she should feel no need to beat me off with a stick and take out a restraining order. But really, who could resist speculating on teenage boys and sex, as well as going into what being a preteen in the 70s was like?

( John and Rodney are right around the age that: )

/scary over-commenting

I left off the part about teenage boys and sex because at least that part was on-topic.


ETA: correction on "Stairway to Heaven" (courtesy of vulgarweed, yes, I did say new where it should actually be the song that wouldn't die).

ETA2: How could I neglect Pong? (courtesy of iibnf).

ETA3: Wow, someone must have linked to this from somewhere. Oh. Hell, I have comments to reply to, don't I? Ooops.

Have heard from a number of people (isiscolo, kelliem, emrinalexander among others) about Duck and Cover drills. A Seattle friend my age insists he had them. Myself and other people did not. Some in LJ had them in one area but not when they moved elsewhere.

It appears that Duck and Cover started losing ground in the late 60s and early 70s, but it really depended on where you lived. In many (most?) areas it was replaced by more generic (tornado, etc.) drills and regular television tests of "The Emergency Broadcast System."

We shall now return you to your regular programming.

SGA FICLET: Doo-Wop - John/Rodney

Another John/Rodney moment... although really, right now I feel like writing porn. Something truly steamy.

But this is what I've got.

ETA: Here's a copy of one of those Doo-Wop songs. Don't say I didn't warn you. ;)

http://s7.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0IT1EH9M6B1OB2IEYPHBZKZWQ3


( His report wasn't technically late if Sheppard was still in his office at ten o'clock at night. )