So, about an hour ago I'm in line at our campus coffeeshop, and a non-fannish friend of mine walks in. We exchange our usual dorky squeeing hugging greetings, and then this conversation happens:

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You guys, my poor roommate cried for like fifteen minutes at the end of "Help" last night. I fed her cocoa and cookies, but I have no idea what she's going to do when we finish the season. She's going to be devastated after "Chosen," since Anya and Spike are her favorite characters ( Read more... )

I want to write a story where John's gay and in love with Rodney. (Bear with me, here, I know I've just described 60% of all SGA fic)They've agreed (without ever actually saying anything) never to talk about it, because Rodney's straight and that's that ( Read more... )

Oh god, life is out to get me. I can't even think about work right now, because I'll go crazy - and classes start up again next week. Agh ( Read more... )

So, fandom is awesome. Here's my proof:


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Failing classes = kind of a terrible idea.

Just the one, but. Shit. I've never actually failed something before? And I'm kind of. Freaking out. A lot.

Seriously. Finals. What the fuck.

Meanwhile, a rec for you: With Intent by shaenie, McKay/Sheppard, NC17. Stick through part one, which is awesome but not, like, overwhelming, because when you get to part two you'll probably keel over from laughing so hard, and then possible explode, a little, from the hot. John is exactly as emotionally challenged as he ( Read more... )

I've been meaning to post about my ongoing sexual re-evaluation (it sounds so much better than "crisis," don't you think?), but finals are kind of getting in the way of my confusion - it's really hard to worry about my inability to have good sex with men when I have exams and deadlines looming.

Clearly, the solution to my worries is to write ( Read more... )

And why, in response to that, do I do memes on the internet instead of studying ( Read more... )