i can't even blame monday for this one

[seperis]

Why am I writing hideously depressing Rodney-leaves-John-for-babies-with-Keller fic? I'm seriously not that much of a masochist. I kind of hate Rodney right now.Okay, the thing is? This is literally the kind of fic I would not only hate, but like, turn into some kind of silent, secret grudge against the author for years (my grudges are special

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[kristiinthedark]

I would go with the alcohol. That kind of fic should NEVER EVER happen. Maybe switch it around and have Rodney leave Keller for babies with John. Awesomeness for everyone. *nodsnods*

Now go drink until these bad thoughts go away.

[seperis]

I know! I'm depressing myself here. *shudders*

[trobadora]

This is literally the kind of fic I would not only hate, but like, turn into some kind of silent, secret grudge against the author for years

And with good reason. *begins holding a not-quite-secret grudge against you RIGHT NOW*

[seperis]

Hey, you have to get in line behind me.

[ariadne83]

...

I would read that fic and cry into my wine. And possibly make up future-scenarios in my head to make it all better.

[seperis]

I need wine!

[ariadne83]

*pours you a glass*

[kassrachel]

OH JOHN RODNEY NO!

[seperis]

*giggles hysterically*

[dovil]

Ahhh, there are about five million versions of Rodney and John frolicking about the internet, I'm sure there's room for at least one where Rodney spurns John for baby making with Keller - god knows there's enough versions of fanfic Katie out there growing a glasshouse of plants with her salty sad heartbroken tears. John can sit there in the dark, dressed in black, strumming his guitar, playing sad tunes with the tears that drip down his turkey flavoured solider cheeks.

Fanfic Rodney is enough of a manslut to go around. For that instance the same can be said for canon Rodney...

[seperis]

Turkey? *confused*

[dovil]

The brief fanon (or it could have been canon) that flirted with the John Sheppard/Turkey Sandwich OTP pairing for life. Though he did have the occassional flirtation with Ferris Wheels on the side.

[eleveninches]

playing sad tunes with the tears that drip down his turkey flavoured solider cheeks.

BEST DESCRIPTION EVER.