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oh look, a list of fics i don't need to write at all:
SGA, gen; It takes several visits to the infirmary, countless sessions with Teyla, and four concussions distributed throughout participating members, but John finally gets the whole Athosian-greeting-goodbye-forehead-thing down. Sort of.
SGA, gen; "I know the theory of relativity, I'm not retarded."
"Well, look, the last time we talked, I tried to explain the importance of molecular sustainability and you ate Play-Dough, burped, then promptly fell asleep."
"Rodney, be nice to the Colonel. It's been a long day."
ST: AOS, probably K/B; Jim Kirk knows he isn't a god, but his name has been taken in vain so many times, he feels like one.
ST: AOS, Sulu-centric (ikr, what); This is not where I'm supposed to be, is the alarming thought that seizes Hikaru smack dab in the middle of a family dinner. His mother and sister are chattering back and forth about the difference between 'boring' and 'responsible' (which has everything and nothing to do with him), and his dad is humming softly to himself as he forms neat little hills of rice in each bowl. Hikaru stares down at his skinny forearms and his skinny wrists and his weird, bony hands, wondering if he'll ever amount to anything more than a swinging sword and a dancing lunge. I could fly, he thinks, eyes losing focus in the painted blue flowers on the rim of his plate, and imagines the impractical, hulking wings of airplanes he'd read about in real books, pretends the droning whirr of the air recycling through their house is really the roar of smoke-belching engine. I could go.
SPN anything.
but no really, let me know if you'd want to read any of these.
SGA, gen; It takes several visits to the infirmary, countless sessions with Teyla, and four concussions distributed throughout participating members, but John finally gets the whole Athosian-greeting-goodbye-forehead-thing down. Sort of.
SGA, gen; "I know the theory of relativity, I'm not retarded."
"Well, look, the last time we talked, I tried to explain the importance of molecular sustainability and you ate Play-Dough, burped, then promptly fell asleep."
"Rodney, be nice to the Colonel. It's been a long day."
ST: AOS, probably K/B; Jim Kirk knows he isn't a god, but his name has been taken in vain so many times, he feels like one.
ST: AOS, Sulu-centric (ikr, what); This is not where I'm supposed to be, is the alarming thought that seizes Hikaru smack dab in the middle of a family dinner. His mother and sister are chattering back and forth about the difference between 'boring' and 'responsible' (which has everything and nothing to do with him), and his dad is humming softly to himself as he forms neat little hills of rice in each bowl. Hikaru stares down at his skinny forearms and his skinny wrists and his weird, bony hands, wondering if he'll ever amount to anything more than a swinging sword and a dancing lunge. I could fly, he thinks, eyes losing focus in the painted blue flowers on the rim of his plate, and imagines the impractical, hulking wings of airplanes he'd read about in real books, pretends the droning whirr of the air recycling through their house is really the roar of smoke-belching engine. I could go.
SPN anything.
but no really, let me know if you'd want to read any of these.