I'm very sorry about this. Blame overtired and essays. XD

Dammit! Just noticed I'm too late to post this in mcsmooch so it'll have to just be stored here until I find somewhere better for it.

Gratuitous McShep kissage.


( 'Can we rejoin the adult world, now?' )

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Please note: I, in all my copious wisdom, decided to sleep last night because my essay was making no sense. I, therefore, still have essay to write.

MBLEH.

Going home when it's done. Want my mum.

XD

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I only have, like, 700 more words to go. This should be like Run, Fatboy, Run. I should have news reporters and people chanting and shit.

*grins*

Instead I've got the SG:A soundtrack, but lord does it make me grin in entirely too embarrassing a fashion.

\o/

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\o/ <--- Me (king of it)
WORLD

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OH YES

I was all like 'what shall we do tonight, brain?' and my brain was like 'how the fuck should I know?' and then cesperanza posted a new story! ROCK ON!

Also, new meme. Like the lyrics meme, except it's my favourite lines from McShep fic. (Of course, often the fics are good enough that it's just one of my favourite lines.) Winners get a cookie, or a drabble, or something. :D [and I've just realised I could actually do this forever, so. Ten OF my favourites, dammit.]


1. John yawned. "That's not what's funny."
Oblivious by astolat, guessed by abscondinabox, sociofemme, maggiebloome & havenstar.

2. “Shh,” said Rodney. “In a second I’m going to think about what I’m doing. But the last twenty minutes were up there with the worst in my life, and I think I deserve a few minutes doing whatever the hell I want to.”
The Hostage Major by frostfire_17, guessed by abscondinabox

3. It’s strange, Rodney thinks, how empty musicians’ hands often look when they’re not holding their instruments.
String Theory by toft_froggy, guessed by sandrainthesun, beadattitude & havenstar

4. "My point is, they'd be embarrassed to do something as boring as this. If Ferguson carries through with her threat of painting my room with a mural of My Little Ponies being eaten by Cthulhu as an allegory of how I crush all independent thought among my subordinates, I will punish her mercilessly."
About a Lamp by flambeau, guessed by abscondinabox & zoetrope

5. "And you just wanted to be with me that badly," Rodney sneered, his mouth twisted into an incredulous, disbelieving shape.

"Fuck you," John said. Rodney didn't try to stop him when he left.
Your Inevitable Unhappy Ending by helenish, guessed by zoetrope, lavvyan & havenstar

6. ...and he doesn't know who looks more surprised, Elizabeth or Rodney, who's staring at him like he's broken all the laws of physics.
Kid A by cesperanza, guessed by zoetrope, crysothemis & havenstar

7. Prickly Rodney who was suddenly soft against his side, fingers scrabbling in his hair and warm mouth high on his damp cheekbone, whispering, "Sorry, I'm sorry," over and over again.
What Happens In The Clubhouse by skoosiepants, guessed by beadattitude & torakowalski

8. If he could get ahold of Rodney's palmtop, John thought, it had probably recorded exactly when Rodney had input his e-mail address, and so he'd be able to backdate about three seconds to the exact moment, as well. He didn't know why the thought was comforting, but it sort of was.
Small Primes And Square Roots by liviapenn, guessed by abscondinabox, flyakate & havenstar

9. "So," replied Rodney. "See you in the space program." He reached out to shake the hand that was still map-free. "Or, alternatively, in a shack on a beach somewhere. Depending on the workings of chance, of course."
Hands-on Science by nindulgence, guessed by abscondinabox & maggiebloome

10. And it’s Rodney, John thinks brokenly, reaching down to pat at the short soft hair, all his instincts flooded and submerged. It’s Rodney, thank fuck.