Drabble for you?

[neery]

Today I got the results for my Facharbeit -- an exam paper I literally spent months angsting over. I spent about ninety hours on that damn thing, and countless nights of lying awake in bed and freaking out. Let's just say I'd have been annoyed if all that effort had not at least gotten me a good grade. But fortunately, it did -- top grades, in fact

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[cereta]

Whoo-hoo! Go, you!

And for a celebratory drabble, how about something, hmn, celebratory? Post-Siege III, maybe?

[neery]

Ahem. Now you got me. That's one of the three or so eps I haven't seen yet. I can do celebratory, but I'd either have to guess what happens and hope I don't contradict the canon aftermath, or set it somewhere else.

[cereta]

Heee. Do what moves ya, babe; I'm sure I'll love it!

[neery]

I fail at this drabbling thing. How do people ever manage to say things with only a hundred words? That’s, like, two sentences!
Set post-Inferno, although I have not seen Allies, which I think is the real post-Inferno, so I may well have been jossed already.

„You -- you owe me!” Rodney said, somewhat drunkenly, stabbing a finger into John’s chest. John didn’t stop grinning for so much as a second, still slouched down on the single chair in his quarters, where he had dragged Rodney to have a little private celebration.

It had seemed wrong to have a real celebration with the Taranians out there, mourning the loss of their planet, and a hive-ship out to get them yet again, but they had survived, and they had saved everyone against incredible odds -- yet again -- and they had a spaceship now, a huge, beautiful, powerful, if currently somewhat damaged spaceship, so John had been adamant that some sort of celebration was in order

[joannindiw]

McKay, sunrise.

[neery]

For a value of "drabble" that would make drabble purists smack me, I give you

[cereta]

This? Is also lovely.

[neery]

Whee, thanks! I am not much of a ficlet writer, I don't really have that gift of saying a lot with few words, so I'm really glad these work for you.

[stop]

construction going on outside Rodney's apartment when he's on a furlough to Earth

[tikiaceae]

Oblivious McKay with frustrated Sheppard... *g*

[neery]

Oh, nice. I alreda yhave an idea...

[tikiaceae]

Yay! That is one of BPKs... *g*

[neery]

Hm. I have no idea what those letters mean...

[trinityofone]

I would love some McKay/Sheppard with one of them genderfucked. Because I'm odd like that.

[neery]

Hm, that fits right in with something I was already half-way convinced to write for svmadelyn. I guess now there's really no way out... *g*

[trinityofone]

*cackles* *rubs hands together*

Excellent!

[neery]

Posted it!