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...I am gonna be 26 in, like, three months. I don't even remember being 25! There must've been a life in there somewhere, right? Does anyone remember my birthday?

O.o

Someone should write me Brendan Dean/Charlie Eppes for my birthday, totally. It'll make up for me cresting the brow and slowly rolling down the other side of the hill. XD

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Good morning! Y'know, for someone who faces dreadful water pressure in the shower for the next 10 months, I'm feeling remarkably chipper. And for some reason my head is already writing the sequel to the nonexistant Charlie/Brendan fic, in which Charlie goes to Atlantis and considers John Sheppard to be statistically improbable.

The delightful thing about SG:A, of course, is that the writers fudge it canonically, which means you are allowed to have wildly improbable science as a basis, and the characters actually do talk in unfinished sentences and overlapping statements when it comes to the technical bits.

I think my favourite bit of every Numb3rs episode, though, is the three to five minutes at the end where you just get the Eppes being Eppes. Dinners and teasing and fights about the remote control, most of which seem unscripted. It's kind of delightful, and I totally want more McShep fic like that. :D

reasons I love Mel #221b

villainny: wah am old and decrepit and fat and gross and useless. I WHINE IN YOUR GENERAL DIRECTION! And i'm not married! and i don't have babies! or a job! also - also I am going bald and my penis is too small.
unamaga: your penis is big in my heart.