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bironicI think this came from having seen these pictures before bed last night (that's two links, and they are spoilery in the sense that they're from SGA episodes that haven't aired yet). You know. You know I have a thing for characters in outfits other than their uniforms/usual clothes. And for sport jacket/jeans combos. And for aliens passing as Earthlings.
The dream:
First, there's Sheppard, lying in bed in his room (which is my bedroom in RL, but his room on the show), woken in the night by Keller walking in. She's standing in the middle of the room in the dark, fretful, telling him about something she's worried about. You're still having nightmares, Sheppard guesses, and she nods. Then they start to get snippy with each other: Keller snaps, "Colonel," and Sheppard snaps, "What," and then Keller looks taken aback and says something else and leaves. Then Sheppard realizes Keller didn't actually snap at him; he'd heard some kind of voice. He thinks about that for a few seconds, doing his Sheppard squinty thing, and then he lies back down.
Then, there's McKay, fallen half-conscious off-world due to an injury, and Sheppard and—Teyla?—have him lying on a bed. Sheppard's perched lengthwise over him, holding himself up like he's doing a push-up. Then he lowers himself so he's braced on his forearms. (Watching the episode, with the camera at the head of the bed level with them, I think that it's an oddly close position for him to be in, practically lying on top of McKay like that, but I am not complaining.) McKay murmurs something, coming around, and Sheppard lowers his head and slides his hand under the back of McKay's head to support him and says, quietly, urgently, concerned and relieved, "McKay?" McKay lifts his head a little, and they kiss, they're actually kissing—one whole, slow, round segment of a kiss, mouths closed to mouths open with tongues touching (you can tell even though you can't see it) to mouths closed again—you can see the back of McKay's head with its sticky-uppy hair, angled to the left, cradled in Sheppard's palm, and most of Sheppard's face, angled to the right, his eyes closed. (My gut clenches happily, watching in disbelief, and I think that this is the same visceral reaction I had when I had that dream about House and Wilson kissing.) There's a flash, and suddenly we're seeing a desert, nothing for miles and miles, the camera zooming out to show more sand, a landscape like the needle-y national parks out west, mountains, more needles, more sand, etc. It's like how the Seer in last week's episode touched people to show them visions; we understand now that McKay kissed Sheppard in order to impart this vision to him, which is how the writers/producers were able to get this m/m kiss on screen, but it definitely looked like Sheppard was enjoying himself.
Another cut, back to my/the team's room, and I'm thinking about how funny it would be to write a story where they're all watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and which character would be each person's favorite. Sheppard's like Oz, but who would he like on the show? Buffy, for her fighting? Ronon would like her. No, Ronon would like Willow, all small and soft-spoken but with a real backbone. Teyla would watch Buffy and say, "Her fighting technique is… strange." (These were the thoughts I had in the dream.) Watching them hanging out there on the bed and on the floor, I realize that we've been watching the episode in which Everybody Goes A Little Wrong In The Head. It's clear to us viewers that Sheppard really has no idea what's going on, but he's covering it perfectly with his usual nonchalance. Zelenka's there, being paranoid, revealing clues about where he came from before joining the SGC as he mutters something about how he knows nothing. His face is all wrong: shape exaggerated, boyish, his eyes too big and blue. Sheppard also begins to show signs of whatever it is that's causing everyone to act strangely, because he turns to Zelenka and says, "You are a Czech bitch." It goes quiet, and Zelenka's eyes go hard, and then he says, "Yes, I am a Czech bitch," meaning he sold out to his corrupt and dangerous government, and he goes on and on about the things he did (although I didn't understand everything as he was saying it). When he's done, he turns on Rodney, who's sitting cross-legged on the floor sorting crumpled-up tissues into the garbage can, and tells him he's one of the worst conversationalists he's ever met. Rodney looks up, says, Me?, honestly taken aback, having no clue how awkward talking with him tends to be, and Zelenka says yes, and Rodney stuffs a few more tissues into the can sullenly.
And that, I think, was it. Mmm, that kiss was nice.
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Am entering an unexpectedly stressful few weeks, between application essay-writing, an upcoming in-person interview for the program I'm applying to (which involves taking two days off work in December to go up to Boston, compounding the stress), and a huge, critical project given to me yesterday by the company president, infamous for his endless revisions and flip-flopping. It's months' worth of work, and it has to be done in two weeks, by me, without anyone to offload my regular work onto, which is already one-and-a-half to two people's jobs. In short: Aaaah. He's dangling a promotion carrot in front of me for the new year if this gets done on time, and although I've been hearing this for years now and am not at all confident that anything will actually happen, I do really want the position, which I haven't been able to get thus far because for me to get a promotion, they have to change the way we sell some of our products and then expand the (fairly small) company in order to hire people for me to manage. But I would so like to shed this copy-and-paste, customer service website part of my job and be responsible instead for content library management, custom writing, and the oversight of a pair of copywriter-minions. I just wish earning that right didn't involve my boss suggesting that the way to complete this massive amount of work is taking it home over the holiday weekend and staying late every day.
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That icon is a picture of a pin my grandma gave to me when we visited last month. The tail consists of tiny painted wooden sticks, like tongue depressors or those spoons you use to eat the vanilla-and-chocolate ice cream in those plastic cups with peel-off tops. Its misaligned googly eyes remind me a little of RSL's.
I'd have liked to have written a team gen Thanksgiving story for the occasion, where they scrape together the Pegasus equivalent of a turkey dinner in the mess hall, and/or Sheppard and McKay put one together for Ronon and Teyla in someone's quarters, even though McKay doesn't celebrate Thanksgiving (he's in full support of holidays that involve lots of food). They bicker about what the holiday means and get tripped up in an effort to stay politically correct as they explain things to Ronon and Teyla (trying not to compare the "primitive" Indians who saved the Pilgrims' hides before being persecuted to the Pegasus natives working with the SGA expedition?), who share some of their own customs in turn, and overall they're stuffed and happy and sleepy, lounging together in that room as the sun sets. So, hey, let's pretend I just wrote it.
You've all read the House gen Thanksgiving story where everyone crashes House's apartment, yes? The Unwilling Host/Thanksgiving at House's by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Holiday card invite is still open.
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Well. Off I go. No House review tonight; my friend A. is in town for the weekend and asked me to watch with her at her house, where she is stranded with no car, which means I'll get home late and will have to watch it again later this week to see it properly anyway. Hopefully will be able to do one tomorrow.
The dream:
First, there's Sheppard, lying in bed in his room (which is my bedroom in RL, but his room on the show), woken in the night by Keller walking in. She's standing in the middle of the room in the dark, fretful, telling him about something she's worried about. You're still having nightmares, Sheppard guesses, and she nods. Then they start to get snippy with each other: Keller snaps, "Colonel," and Sheppard snaps, "What," and then Keller looks taken aback and says something else and leaves. Then Sheppard realizes Keller didn't actually snap at him; he'd heard some kind of voice. He thinks about that for a few seconds, doing his Sheppard squinty thing, and then he lies back down.
Then, there's McKay, fallen half-conscious off-world due to an injury, and Sheppard and—Teyla?—have him lying on a bed. Sheppard's perched lengthwise over him, holding himself up like he's doing a push-up. Then he lowers himself so he's braced on his forearms. (Watching the episode, with the camera at the head of the bed level with them, I think that it's an oddly close position for him to be in, practically lying on top of McKay like that, but I am not complaining.) McKay murmurs something, coming around, and Sheppard lowers his head and slides his hand under the back of McKay's head to support him and says, quietly, urgently, concerned and relieved, "McKay?" McKay lifts his head a little, and they kiss, they're actually kissing—one whole, slow, round segment of a kiss, mouths closed to mouths open with tongues touching (you can tell even though you can't see it) to mouths closed again—you can see the back of McKay's head with its sticky-uppy hair, angled to the left, cradled in Sheppard's palm, and most of Sheppard's face, angled to the right, his eyes closed. (My gut clenches happily, watching in disbelief, and I think that this is the same visceral reaction I had when I had that dream about House and Wilson kissing.) There's a flash, and suddenly we're seeing a desert, nothing for miles and miles, the camera zooming out to show more sand, a landscape like the needle-y national parks out west, mountains, more needles, more sand, etc. It's like how the Seer in last week's episode touched people to show them visions; we understand now that McKay kissed Sheppard in order to impart this vision to him, which is how the writers/producers were able to get this m/m kiss on screen, but it definitely looked like Sheppard was enjoying himself.
Another cut, back to my/the team's room, and I'm thinking about how funny it would be to write a story where they're all watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and which character would be each person's favorite. Sheppard's like Oz, but who would he like on the show? Buffy, for her fighting? Ronon would like her. No, Ronon would like Willow, all small and soft-spoken but with a real backbone. Teyla would watch Buffy and say, "Her fighting technique is… strange." (These were the thoughts I had in the dream.) Watching them hanging out there on the bed and on the floor, I realize that we've been watching the episode in which Everybody Goes A Little Wrong In The Head. It's clear to us viewers that Sheppard really has no idea what's going on, but he's covering it perfectly with his usual nonchalance. Zelenka's there, being paranoid, revealing clues about where he came from before joining the SGC as he mutters something about how he knows nothing. His face is all wrong: shape exaggerated, boyish, his eyes too big and blue. Sheppard also begins to show signs of whatever it is that's causing everyone to act strangely, because he turns to Zelenka and says, "You are a Czech bitch." It goes quiet, and Zelenka's eyes go hard, and then he says, "Yes, I am a Czech bitch," meaning he sold out to his corrupt and dangerous government, and he goes on and on about the things he did (although I didn't understand everything as he was saying it). When he's done, he turns on Rodney, who's sitting cross-legged on the floor sorting crumpled-up tissues into the garbage can, and tells him he's one of the worst conversationalists he's ever met. Rodney looks up, says, Me?, honestly taken aback, having no clue how awkward talking with him tends to be, and Zelenka says yes, and Rodney stuffs a few more tissues into the can sullenly.
And that, I think, was it. Mmm, that kiss was nice.
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Am entering an unexpectedly stressful few weeks, between application essay-writing, an upcoming in-person interview for the program I'm applying to (which involves taking two days off work in December to go up to Boston, compounding the stress), and a huge, critical project given to me yesterday by the company president, infamous for his endless revisions and flip-flopping. It's months' worth of work, and it has to be done in two weeks, by me, without anyone to offload my regular work onto, which is already one-and-a-half to two people's jobs. In short: Aaaah. He's dangling a promotion carrot in front of me for the new year if this gets done on time, and although I've been hearing this for years now and am not at all confident that anything will actually happen, I do really want the position, which I haven't been able to get thus far because for me to get a promotion, they have to change the way we sell some of our products and then expand the (fairly small) company in order to hire people for me to manage. But I would so like to shed this copy-and-paste, customer service website part of my job and be responsible instead for content library management, custom writing, and the oversight of a pair of copywriter-minions. I just wish earning that right didn't involve my boss suggesting that the way to complete this massive amount of work is taking it home over the holiday weekend and staying late every day.
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That icon is a picture of a pin my grandma gave to me when we visited last month. The tail consists of tiny painted wooden sticks, like tongue depressors or those spoons you use to eat the vanilla-and-chocolate ice cream in those plastic cups with peel-off tops. Its misaligned googly eyes remind me a little of RSL's.
I'd have liked to have written a team gen Thanksgiving story for the occasion, where they scrape together the Pegasus equivalent of a turkey dinner in the mess hall, and/or Sheppard and McKay put one together for Ronon and Teyla in someone's quarters, even though McKay doesn't celebrate Thanksgiving (he's in full support of holidays that involve lots of food). They bicker about what the holiday means and get tripped up in an effort to stay politically correct as they explain things to Ronon and Teyla (trying not to compare the "primitive" Indians who saved the Pilgrims' hides before being persecuted to the Pegasus natives working with the SGA expedition?), who share some of their own customs in turn, and overall they're stuffed and happy and sleepy, lounging together in that room as the sun sets. So, hey, let's pretend I just wrote it.
You've all read the House gen Thanksgiving story where everyone crashes House's apartment, yes? The Unwilling Host/Thanksgiving at House's by
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Holiday card invite is still open.
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Well. Off I go. No House review tonight; my friend A. is in town for the weekend and asked me to watch with her at her house, where she is stranded with no car, which means I'll get home late and will have to watch it again later this week to see it properly anyway. Hopefully will be able to do one tomorrow.
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Date: Nov. 20th, 2007 05:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Nov. 20th, 2007 06:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Nov. 20th, 2007 05:51 pm (UTC)Good luck with all your upcoming work, applications, and so forth. If you feel like venting, feel free to do so via email or LJ. It can help relieve some of the anxiety.
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Date: Nov. 20th, 2007 06:06 pm (UTC)I am glad someone else is enjoying them! They are sort of the next best thing to actually writing kissing scenes.
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Date: Nov. 20th, 2007 08:17 pm (UTC)Also? Hugs on the stressfulness.
And your Thanksgiving story is great! Maybe YOU should write a snippet of it--perhaps just the bickering between McKay and Sheppard? Dialogue-only? (because I'm a hoor for good McShep bickering...) *nudges*
*runs away, in case the nudging makes you want to STRIKE BACK!*
*giggles madly*
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Date: Nov. 21st, 2007 01:08 am (UTC)Well, I want to look at it, anyway, because it's adorable.
Thank you for hugs, poking and giggling -- all helpful on a rainy day. I would like to write a snippet of the Thanksgiving story, although, even barring sudden time constraints, lately fic has been happening for me only on a macro level (see above) rather than a micro level (where bits of dialogue and images come to me and can be strung together into a story with real sentences and things). We'll see how the weekend goes, I think!
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Date: Nov. 20th, 2007 08:35 pm (UTC)I know you'll accomplish all those things! *hugs of encouragement*
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Date: Nov. 21st, 2007 01:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Nov. 21st, 2007 12:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Nov. 21st, 2007 01:06 am (UTC)SGA is ... Well, I don't know what it's like to watch without the fanfiction complementing and fleshing it out. It's not a great TV show, although it has some good moments and can be fun and it's pretty with its blue filters. On the shallow end, I didn't even find Joe Flanigan/John Sheppard or David Hewlett/Rodney McKay attractive until several months into reading/watching. I guess what I am trying to say is that if I were you, I would not be surprised if a second chance still did not win you over.
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Date: Nov. 21st, 2007 02:56 am (UTC)*is glad I'm not the only one*
(Still iffy about DH. Love him, but on the shallow end, less.)
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Date: Nov. 21st, 2007 05:25 am (UTC)The physical attractiveness of leads is generally not a strong factor in my choice of shows, to tell the truth. Not that you'd be able to tell it from the way I talk. People judge you less if you claim shallowness as a motive.