random things I put in comments!

[aesc]

From various places on my flist:

Drop me a comment, and I'll tell you the first thing that comes into my mind when I think of you, whether it makes sense or not.

I was pretty productive this morning despite having to drag myself out of bed and despite almost falling asleep in the shower. This is pleasing to me.

RANDOM.

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[ladycat777]

Falling asleep in the shower is bad, says she who has a thin scar on her cheekbone from doing just that. *props you up*

[aesc]

Actual reply: I fainted in the shower once, which is not precisely the same thing but had similar results (and an entire day spent in bed, guzzling soup, juice, and water for dehydration a;sdlkjdf)

Random: OMG BEST GIRL!RODNEY EVER!!!!!!!

You mean the incredibly self-indulgent one?

[ladycat777]

"I did not swoon," Mer says, grumpy and mulish and slurring just the tiniest bit. "Do not say I swooned, Sheppard, or so help me I will always use up the hot water and never let you share with me ever again. And then you'll always have cold showers, and that'll.. that'll make you... "

Her toes are dripping. She's aware of that, each water droplet magnifying the pores of her skin and it's a little disturbing to think about pores on her toes. It's just that the light is pretty and distracting. It hurts, too, a fizzy, frothing ache right behind her retinas but she's not thinking about that. Otherwise she'll remember swaying and probably puke everywhere.

Instead, she tucks her head against John's neck and tries not to whimper. "I didn't swoon." He smells like worry. Like deserts made of bleached bone.

"Want me to say you fell asleep instead?" His voice isn't light. It's trying to be, but really it burns with worry, vicious and cutting with fear. "That you were stupid enough to work without stopping -- again -- and you fell

[ladycat777]

He's gone before she can tell him don't be stupid, she's fine. Except she doesn't feel fine, spinning and spinning on a bed that shouldn't be moving. She closes her eyes and whimpers, hating how weak she sounds. When John comes back he's carrying a bag that produces antiseptic and bandages and warm water -- not cold, not now -- and later there's soup and juice -- pomegranate, mmmm -- and he stays with her the whole time, cuddled up close like he's kevlar, protecting her from the outside world.

"You have a job to do," she says, grumpy again. He won't let her have her laptop. Even worse, she can't really read well enough to use is, if she had it. "Why aren't you doing it?"

John looks at her, starburst eyes and grim, tightly controlled face, and says, "I am doing it."

After that she stops fighting as much. She's still grumpy and annoyed and hates that rehydration means going to the bathroom so much, because standing is evil, even with John wrapped around her like they're going dancing, but she's cooperative about it, at least

[siriaeve]

Hallo, Aitches! *waves*

[aesc]

How can we fit the boys into our novel/literary work/historical period of the week?????

[siriaeve]

Hahaha, I suppose it is fitting that you associate with me is historical crack :-?

[aesc]

Because of how it is AWESOME, yes!

Also, I associate you with the systematic, snarktastic destruction of all that is idiotic, misogynist, racist, and so fucking wrong in the world. If our sarcasm was a weapon, Rush Limbaugh and the crazy-ass Tridentines would be smoking holes in the ground ♥

[amberlynne]

Meeeeeeeeeeeeee! *is so scared*

[aesc]

HA HA HA ONE OF THE GREATEST JOYS OF MY LIFE IS TORMENT YOU!

*SMOOCH*

[amberlynne]

Hahaha. I THOUGHT MAYBE YOU WOULD TELL ME SOMETHING I DID NOT KNOW!

[aesc]

JOHN SHEPPARD HAS A BIRTHMARK ON THE INSIDE OF HIS RIGHT THIGH.

[smilla02]

Cheer me up, honey? *is sad*

[aesc]

*hugs you up so tightly!

"So, what happens to the lucky bastards who don't go to hell?"

Dean's learned to pick up on Castiel's abrupt comings and goings, the wing-wind-whisper shush of his appearance and the strange absence when he goes away, and he's learned to ask questions before Castiel gets a chance to start going on about God and the Plan and whatever the fuck else he has on his mind.

And this probably isn't a question for a summer day, or for the tiny park where they're sitting, but... well, you get rid of enough unquiet spirits, and you start to wonder.

"I don't know," Castiel says eventually. "No angel knows."

"Nice." Dean leans against the back of the bench and stretches his legs out. "God doesn't tell you that either, huh? So as far as you know, we poor bastards suffer and bleed and die and never find out what happens? We don't get anything

[smilla02]

"It would be," Castiel says, "like that."
From your lips to whoever is listening's ears.
♥ you!

[aesc]

*hugs youuuu!!*

[omglawdork]

Buenos dias! I'm glad you were productive today - that's always particularly satisfying after a rough start.

Also, me! :-D

[aesc]

I knew I had to get stuff done today, but I was not expecting to get as much done as I did :D :D

And random: I always think of that silly grin of Joe's in your icon, even if you aren't using that icon in a post or comment. I think maybe it's because you're such a great mix of serious and light-hearted, in your stories and your posts and everything, and I think that's awesome! ♥

[omglawdork]

Oh, yay! That's such a lovely thing to hear, thank you. :-D