fannish adhd

I'd like to start with a rant on the fannish ADHD that my writing is suffering from--in which there are twenty--I'm not joking, there are twenty wips and I'm not even including my Smallville stuff in this one. They're all SGA. Half of them involve dead, maimed, or extraordinarily morally compromised team members either a.) dead b.) diseased/memory wiped/on heavy doses of thorazine (not kidding there *don't ask*), or c.) getting bored in negotations and killing entire civilizations. These are the thing my mind brings up then leaves, because I am apparently in the happy place in fandom, where all I really seem to get *finished* is domesticly happiness and oh God, I got them married, didn't I?

It's disturbing on some level that I'm connecting to my inner happy than my inner angst. I mean, I'm sure it's healthier, but there's just something missing. A body count, I guess.

In other news, SGA 2.11. No spoilers. Just mindless, mindless smiling.

I'm cooking the turkey for Thanksgiving. All I ask is that when someoen announces that me and my family all died of food poisoning, please don't laugh too hard. Just write porn in my honor.

I'm very, very bored. Someone should porn for me Something involving weapons and trees and chocolate and maybe bondage. I'm in that place. Well, I'm always in that place.

Hmm. Must *focus*. On *something*.

Comments

[anitac588.livejournal.com]

I'm cooking the turkey for Thanksgiving. All I ask is that when someoen announces that me and my family all died of food poisoning, please don't laugh too hard. Just write porn in my honor.
LOL, good luck. *g*

[akacat]

there's just something missing. A body count, I guess.

*chokes to death laughing*

No, really. Here you go, body count of one right here.

[thepouncer.livejournal.com]

I have more WiPs in SGA than ever before. *gloomy sigh* Evenly split between OMGANGST!!! and happy, fun adventures. Who knew?

[seperis.livejournal.com]

It's so weird how that happens. It's SGA. It's causing cognitive dissonance or something.

*mutters to self*

[marialima.livejournal.com]

empathizes with WIP multitudes. I have several actual possibly-for-pay WIPs that I really really really need to get done. And no excuses of cooking or anything.

BTW, speaking of...I just read Mexico City and OMG, <3s immensely.

It's beautifully written and perfect in voice. Pls, more? soon? ::Pokes dead turkey::


And yes, smiling at The Hive.

[ainaria.livejournal.com]

Oooo! I love your morally compromised characters! Write those, please? Pretty please?

weapons, trees, chocolate, and bondage

[eliade.livejournal.com]

The trees around their guest house flickered in the evening breeze. Rodney could hear them through the open windows. Peaceful, if you liked that sort of thing. The soft noise just made his mind itch the way the rough sheets made his skin itch. He wanted a strong lamp, a thermos of coffee, a few power bars, and his laptop. But he had weak and shivering candles, no coffee, no bars, and he had to conserve battery power for more important things than entertaining himself until dawn, even when entertaining himself meant trying to find a new way to increase energy output from Atlantis's newly reactivated photovoltaic skin.

"You're up," Sheppard said, making Rodney twist and yelp. He unleaned himself from the doorway, and slouched in, hands in baggy pockets, as Rodney tried to restart his heart. "I can't sleep either."

"I could sleep. I choose not to."

"Because you're thinking."

"Yes. Always. Important thoughts that could change the destinies of millions and bring about a new age of scientific enlightenment."

"You can't sleep."

"No," Rodney admitted, giving in easily. "Pernicious insomnia."

John turned away from the nearest window to study him. "You don't seem to be dying just yet."

"It'll happen. Give it time. Assuming the Wraith don't get us first."

"So many faces of death--it must be a shame having only one life to lose."

"Yes, here we go." Rodney sighed and lay back. "Mock away."

"Want me to tie you up?"

"God, I thought you'd never ask." Rodney sat back up and shucked his shirt and pants while John watched, amused on the surface, something darker in his eyes. "You brought rope?"

John drew matching coils of leather from his pockets and loosened his grip so that they dangled. Rodney drew in a breath sharp enough to leave his mouth dry, then arranged himself rigidly on the bed and stretched his arms above him.

"Nice of the Suarrans to provide railed headboards," John observed, coming over to kneel on the mattress.

"They're a civilized people."

"Who want to trade textiles for weapons." Face as bland as his tone, John did tricky things with knots around Rodney's right wrist.

"Yes, about those textiles. I'm not sure we're breaking even in this deal." He moved with restless, critical twitches against the sheets. "Did I mention they're scratchy?"

"Many, many times." John finished tying his other wrist and gave it a tug to test it. "Mmm." His eyelids lowered and his lips upturned, satisfied. "You're so much more attractive when you're restrained. I wonder why that is."

"Ha." But Rodney couldn't muster the vigor for a real rebuttal. Muscles locked tight for days had already started to loosen, and he could feel his mouth softening, words slipping away; he felt like a pat of butter melting over a pancake.

"Such a pretty man."

"Oh, please," Rodney muttered around a flicker of a smile. His eyes were closed and he wasn't inclined to open them to see what John's expression might be. Besides. He was supposed to be trusting John right now. And he did.

"I'm going to do indecent things to you." John sounded certain of this, then said in a more pouty tone, "Hey. You're not going to fall asleep on me, are you?"

"Not in a million years."

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[seperis.livejournal.com]

Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

*breathes*

Yes. Oh yes.

"Nice of the Suarrans to provide railed headboards," John observed, coming over to kneel on the mattress.

"They're a civilized people."

Yes. Yes, they are. I like them. I mean, despite the textiles for weapons thing. I like them.

*purring*

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[namastenancy.livejournal.com]

ahhhgggiggigigl;kjadkjafdhalkhg;. WLW. I mean, wow and hot and brain has stopped working. I sure hope you get inspired to write more of this. Because hot. Very hot.



namaste!

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[out-there.livejournal.com]

*wibbles*

*squirms*

You know what gets me? The *ease* between them, the comfort level while doing the type of kinky thing that reduces me to a non-verbal state.

*wibbles again*

[fyrdrakken]

Having skimmed recent posts on the friends list last night while avoiding working on my group project, I already know the turkey was fantastic.

And the idea of getting bored in negotiations and killing entire civilizations fascinates me even though I've never watched SGA and have no intentions of doing so anytime soon.