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[nny]

I'm bloody exhausted.

Know why I'm bloody exhausted? Because after I watched a clip show presented by Nick Frost and Simon Pegg - who are adorable in everything they do - I wrote a little bit more of my fic. And then I got into bed and attempted to sleep, but was having to switch on the light every five minutes or so so I could grab a pencil and scrawl the insistent snippets of dialogue that kept invading my head onto nearby pieces of paper.

This is just not something I remember happening for a long time.

How is it not the best thing ever?

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[telesilla.livejournal.com]

It's totally the best thing ever! Lucky you!

[lavvyan.livejournal.com]

Sucks when the muse keeps pinching you, doesn't it? *g* I have the added problem that my cat has taken up to sleeping on the little notebook I keep on my bedside. Darn.

[innerbrat]

Is IS the best thing ever!

Yay!

Because you'll poke me to remember to write this properly.

[tropes.livejournal.com]

As soon as Lieutenant Carter beamed down from the Daedalus, Rodney... well, the only way John could think of to describe it was that he went apeshit, talking five times as fast as usual, his gestures sharper, self-conscious, his voice louder as he ordered Zelenka to get this tablet, Parrish to pull up that report, all for a woman John knew objectively to be a brilliant, accomplished hero.

John wasn't feeling particularly objective, though. First of all, her hair was just stupid. He found himself standing next to Dr. Brown in the ensuing hurricane of movement and turned his head, caught her eye, tried to smile. "It doesn't bother you?" he asked, low, as Rodney narrowly avoided tripping Lieutenant Carter as he pulled her up the stairs by her arm.

Dr. Brown looked over at her -- what? Boyfriend? John internally quailed at the word. It was cute and Rodney wasn't cute -- her whatever, and her eyes narrowed over a strange, wise smile. "Why should it bother me? He acts the same way when he's with you." She shrugged as John gaped, arrested. "It's not about love; it's about hero worship, which is three-quarters desire anyway. He's got her on a pedestal, but I'm the one who gets his full attention when it matters the most." She walked away, leaving John to stand there, staring as Rodney tried to get Carter excited over Ancient ZPM notes.

Ignoring Lorne as he prattled on about something in the databurst from Earth, John turned on his heel and decided to go for a long run. To the North Pier. And the South.

Just for good measure.