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[nny]

OMG please cheer me up?

DX

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[aesc.livejournal.com]

Um, kittens! Puppies! Rainbows! Rodney and John passed out on Rodney's bed after [long mission/rough day/great sex/all of the above]! John's radioactive glow-in-the-dark-tie (http://aesc.livejournal.com/318918.html)!

And here! Belly-scratching John!

[jezrana.livejournal.com]

Brendon Urie does a headstand for you!

Ryan Ross may, in fact, be trying to do a cartwheel in the background. That is how much he wants to get in on the Nny-cheering-up!

[torakowalski.livejournal.com]

*tackle-hugs you in an effort to make you smile*

Um... have you heard Ryan Ross not only singing but singing well? (http://www.megaupload.com/?d=8WD2QVSY) It pretty much made *my* day.

[apiphile.livejournal.com]

Want to be called?

[tropes.livejournal.com]

You wrote a fic that is being universally praised. Have a snip from my Persuasion au:

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They nearly fall into the rickety elevator, and Rodney only just has enough presence of mind to close the gate and press his floor number, because he's got John draped all over him, snorting and giggling and whiskey-soaked, and he's not sure he's going to have the presence of mind to do much of anything if this continues. The elevator begins its ascent, and somehow Rodney finds himself mashed into a corner, John's head on his shoulder.

"Don' think it'd be a good idea to go back to base t'night," John mumbles, his breath tickling Rodney's collarbone. He's got one arm around Rodney's neck -- a remnant of Rodney being forced to literally haul John the eight or so blocks back to his place near Central Square from The Miracle of Science -- and the other arm snakes its way around Rodney's hips, John's fingertips curling at the small of his back. He shivers, and lets himself rest his head against John's for a second.

"Um," he creaks, only realizing that his eyes have shut when they fly open as the elevator dings them past the third floor. "I'm not giving up my futon, and considering your level of intoxication I think the best place for you to sleep is the bathtub."

"Rooooooodneeeeeeeeeey," John whines, and shifts against him. The elevator rumbles and dings past another floor. "Wasn' gonna make you sleep on the floor, smartypants." Rodney feels tendrils of want unfurl in his belly, the kind of want that's been a long time coming, months of movies and dinners and trips to museums that weren't really dates, but were something other than two guys hanging out.

He takes a shaky breath, says, "John." John, as loaded as he is, stills in his arms (in his arms) and turns his head the bare millimeter it takes for his nose to graze the tendon in Rodneys neck.

"Yes?" John asks, and he's not just responding to being called by name.

Somehow, Rodney's hand comes up to graze John's cheek, fingertips catching on the stubble of his jaw. "I-- just. Am I reading this wrong? I don't want to be reading this wrong, but if I am, I am gonna be so screwed in the morning, so screwed forever because you're the best friend I ever had, and if you are some kind of two beer queer who's going to wake up tomorrow and hate me for even this much, then I think you ought to just--" He breaks off, panting, because John's hand slipped under his button down and long-sleeved t-shirt to smooth up his side, and John lifted his face from Rodney's shoulder to look him in the eye, a little blearily, but steady.

"More like a no beer queer," John murmurs, a flush painting his face in shades of pink.

Rodney makes a noise he's never made before, somewhere between a moan and a growl, and bends to close the distance between their mouths.

DING goes the elevator, and "Jesus Christ," shudders to a stop, jolting the two together so that Rodney gets a mouthful of stubble and John gets an eyeful of nose. John starts to laugh, honking and snorting, and manhandles the gate open, grabbing Rodney's hand like it's the easiest thing in the world, like it's nothing, and somehow they're in Rodney's shitty studio and the futon isn't even made properly and there are papers and books and spare parts everywhere and if Rodney thought he was a lucky bastard in the elevator it was obviously because he's brain damaged from alcohol because no one has ever walked inside this space and wanted to stay--

And that's when John hauls him up against the closet door and takes his mouth in a messy, too-hard, drunken, glorious kiss that seems to go on for hours until Rodney's a twitching, shivering heap of nerve endings. When John pulls back to breathe, his hazel eyes are wide, shaken; when he lifts a hand to ghost over Rodney's jaw, Rodney can feel the answering tremors in John's fingers. And when Rodney slides his hands under John's plain black t-shirt to reveal miles of skin he's only dreamed of touching, he can see that every fiber of John's being is straining towards him, and suddenly everything seems to slot into place, to make sense.

Oh, yeah. Rodney is so screwed.

[lavvyan.livejournal.com]

Two peanuts were walking down a spooky road at night... One was assaulted.

What do you call a fly with no wings? A walk.

Why was the Tomato blushing? Because he saw the salad dressing.

A termite walks into a barroom and asks, "Is the bar tender here?"

How do you catch a squirrel? Climb into a tree and act like a nut.

Why didn't the skeleton cross the road? Because he/she had no guts!

What do John the Baptist & Winnie the Pooh have in common? Their middle name.

What lies at the bottom of the ocean and twitches? A nervous wreck!

"Waiter! This coffee tastes like mud." "Yes sir, it's fresh ground."

What's brown and sticky? A stick.

What do you give an elephant with diarreha? Lots of Room.

Why do they put bells on cows? Because their horns don't work!

What do you call a sleepwalking nun? Roamin' Catholic.

What's the worst part about eating vegetables? Those damn wheelchairs.

What did the apple say to the orange? Nothing stupid, apples don't talk.

What do you call a sheep with no legs? A cloud.

What is the last thing that goes through a bug's mind as it hits a windshield? His butt.

What's the smartest thing a man can say? "My wife says..."

A farmer is milking his cow. As he is milking, a fly comes along and flies into the cows ear. A little bit later, the farmer notices the fly in the milk. The farmer looks up and says, "Hmph. In one ear, out the utter."

What do you call a boomerang that doesn't work? A stick.

What do you call a missing parrot? A polygon.

What's the difference between a mosquito and a fly? A mosquito can fly, but a fly can't mosquito.

How does it change many dyslexics to take a lightbulb?

~~~

I can go on, you know.

[forest-rose.livejournal.com]

Sunshine Kittens (http://www.transbuddha.com/mediaHolder.php?id=448) never fail to cheer me up. Who can resist kitties doing silly things? The one with the cactus is my favourite.

*snuggles you*

[the-drifter.livejournal.com]

Okay, you know earlier, when I was questioning the necessity of kissing? Allow met to change my position: there is a great necessity for more kissing written by you. Now. Or later. Pretty much all the time. Jesus, woman.

Also, I am totally stealing the no-beer queer line to use in my real life.

[unravels.livejournal.com]

:o *offers crappy internet hugs*

Am I going to have to come visit you again? Actually, that is a ploy to cheer me up. But still - I can bring happymaking things? *plots*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

PLEASE PLEASE COME AND SEE ME

[crysothemis.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

So sorry you're down. I'm listening to your recording of Endothermia right now and it's *awesome*. I love your voices and the way you distinguish dialogue and narrative. You do a fabulous deadpan Sheppard and a marvelous frantic Rodney. ♥

[tropes.livejournal.com]

*smugface*

:D

[tropes.livejournal.com]

If I was getting laid I wouldn't write such hotness, I think. =))

[foreverdirt.livejournal.com]

Quote of the moment: "Ultracold particles are a winter wonderland for physicists."

Also? In Soviet Russia, Mozilla Firefox keeps tabs on YOU.

<3 Feel better.

[foreverdirt.livejournal.com]

Pee Ess -- calathea wrote Hot Fuzz of joy and happiness and yay.

[beadattitude.livejournal.com]

Rodney makes a noise he's never made before, somewhere between a moan and a growl, and bends to close the distance between their mouths.

Whoa. Full body shiver. Nnng. ::eyes roll back::

Oh, I hate being asked for more, but OMG, more. SO LOVELY.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

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oh my god please more now

omfg wrong icon

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

Gingerbread Zombies.

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

zomg abs!

[villainny.livejournal.com]

If I didn't helplessly adore you already, the tie would've sealed it.

*delighted!*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I love how everyone is just completely ignoring Ryan. Despite his asstastic trousers.

*smooches*

Thankee, sweet.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

*squishes back tight*

Thank you for the song!

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Thank you but my phone gets no reception at all here, and phonecalls die after about two seconds.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

*tacklesquishes*

You're kinda adorable, you know that?

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Hee, thank you for that. So cute!

*hugs*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

*BEAMY FACE*

Thank you so much, sweetness.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Love for you, pet. Thank you.

Re: omfg wrong icon

[villainny.livejournal.com]

hahahahahahaha that (and you) = SO AWESOME

Re: omfg wrong icon

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

Not my gingerbread :p I got the pic off drjon, who knows where it started out!

[anatsuno.livejournal.com]

your kissing scene is awesome, no fear! (i kinda wanted it to last a whole lot longer mmmmm). :))

[lavvyan.livejournal.com]

*bounces*

I just like you a lot. :D

[apiphile.livejournal.com]

I guess I can always write you another letter. :)

[tropes.livejournal.com]

:D!!! Thank you.

[tropes.livejournal.com]

:>

It'll happen. Patience.

[tropes.livejournal.com]

*giggle* Thank you. I wanted it to last longer too, but I shy away from writing sex sometimes. I get all embarrassed!

[oneechan19.livejournal.com]

Please tell me there is more where this came from. *flails at the pretty pretty boys*