(Shh. This isn't actually a ficlet. This is just a rejected little slice of something from the 'verse where John's a reluctant poet. It doesn't even have a title. Or a point, really. It's just what I think is going on in the background, behind the poetry.)

Most days begin something like this: John wakes up, and he keeps his eyes closed. The ( Read more... )

So I've been thinking (as one does), about how I have a Thing for men in wire-rimmed glasses, and then I thought, God, John Sheppard would be totally hot in glasses, which I think we all can agree is a Great Truth. But self, I thought, if Sheppard had glasses, then the Air Force wouldn't let him fly! And that would be tragic and sad! (Which is, ( Read more... )