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Everyone at my school has lost their voice all of a sudden! Seriously, three or four people I interacted with this morning could barely talk. What is the deal with that? Was there some kind of screaming-themed party to which I was not invited, and no one wants to mention it because they're worried I'll feel bad? I won't feel bad, you guys.
In other news, today I encountered the BEST PARAGRAPH EVER:
"Coming from Mr. Bed Bath and Beyond, I'm not sure if that's insulting, or just ridiculous."
John sniffs, "So I have a few candles."
"Also the big sign around your neck that says, 'GOD I AM SUCH A HOMO AND I LIKE IT.' You always forget to mention the sign. Sir."
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(You guys all know about the thing with the curtains, right? John's sparkly gauzy curtains of prettiness with the matching gather? FROM CANON? Oh, John Sheppard, you are the gayest gay boy in all of Gaydonia.)
I wish I was better at coming up with ideas for fic, or better at actually finishing said fic. I don't ask for both! Just one or the other! Once in a blue moon I FINALLY come up with an idea, like "Benton Fraser = 19th century Egyptologist, Ray Kowalski = kind of flirting with some Egyptian guy, and oh, Fraser's FACE, but he's not jealous! He's not! It was just unexpected. And maybe there's some evil grave robbers or something, I don't know, and they dig in the sun all day and get really sweaty but Fraser never takes off his pith helmet and his hair gets all damp and sticks to his forehead." But then I never fucking write it, you know? Laaaaaaame.
In other news, today I encountered the BEST PARAGRAPH EVER:
"Coming from Mr. Bed Bath and Beyond, I'm not sure if that's insulting, or just ridiculous."
John sniffs, "So I have a few candles."
"Also the big sign around your neck that says, 'GOD I AM SUCH A HOMO AND I LIKE IT.' You always forget to mention the sign. Sir."
(from this story by
princess_bunny)(You guys all know about the thing with the curtains, right? John's sparkly gauzy curtains of prettiness with the matching gather? FROM CANON? Oh, John Sheppard, you are the gayest gay boy in all of Gaydonia.)
I wish I was better at coming up with ideas for fic, or better at actually finishing said fic. I don't ask for both! Just one or the other! Once in a blue moon I FINALLY come up with an idea, like "Benton Fraser = 19th century Egyptologist, Ray Kowalski = kind of flirting with some Egyptian guy, and oh, Fraser's FACE, but he's not jealous! He's not! It was just unexpected. And maybe there's some evil grave robbers or something, I don't know, and they dig in the sun all day and get really sweaty but Fraser never takes off his pith helmet and his hair gets all damp and sticks to his forehead." But then I never fucking write it, you know? Laaaaaaame.
lazy
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also, speaking as an archaeologist* and a person with a keen appreciation for indy-type adventures? the whole notion is a joy.
*which means i know about the same amount about egypt as anyone else, since i have not in fact studied it at any point. though sadly, i understand that as a rule, mummies are not cursed. curses.
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I really want to read about a pith helmet-clad Fraser.
Like, for reals. That Ice Palace fic you and
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I really want to read about a pith helmet-clad Fraser.
ME TOO. I'm starting to feel like the only thing that will ever motivate me to actually WRITE something will be the overwhelming urge to read it, and a tragic lack of minions.
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And yay! I approve of this idea! *pokes you*
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Hmmm. I just... I don't know if I can stop slacking off for long enough to write it. We'll see.
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And I thought Fraser was going to catch Ray giving (or was he receiving?) a blow job in an alley.
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That needs to happen!
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It DOES need to happen. Like, now. Go on.
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(Also? LOVE the mood icon, guh.)
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(OMG how is that boy SO HOT. I want to be the bed.)
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Also, homework/exams suck. come play with me.
actually, don't til after friday cuz I kinda don't want to fail out of school foreverSomeone siriusly has to take my internets away from me. I have ZERO self control. I should be doing my bio paper now, but instead I'm probably gonna go read that fic even though I don't even know what fandom it's from, much less have any workable understanding of canon.
PS - Aw shucks! I wanted to be the gayest boy in all of Gaydonia :-(
♥
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Please don't fail out of school! I will see you at the movie, right? Yay!
That is the STORY OF MY LIFE, babe.
PS sorry to tragically wreck your ambitions. (I originally typed that as "wreck your tragic ambitions," which might have been more accurate.) <3
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and I will totally be at the movie! Hurray! I'm holding movie night out to myself as like a beacon of light at the end of all this exam horror... (my life is so sad right now)
You want to meet beforehand and walk together? Daniel's apartment building kind of looks like every other apartment building on that street. Call me, we can chat.
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Fraser in a pith helmet = FTW! And he'd be all Fraserishly pissed off about the lame unscientific excavation methods of everyone else except Flinders Petrie, and untold stores of knowledge are being lost to science forever, Ray!
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Dude, I know! I think my original vision was that Fraser would be all about the meticulous methodology and painstaking scholarship, and Ray would be all connected to the grave-robbing underground and have hot tips on buried treasure and maybe fall into some tombs or something. And they would BOTH sweat a lot, and Ray would take off his shirt.