So, after the better part of a decade in fandom, I just got flamed. I'm not really sure why those two stories set off such vitriol - I don't think two men breaking up, and then two men getting interrupted in the middle of having sex exactly counts as a masturbatory fantasy even if I wasn't a lesbian, but what do I know? Actually, I'm not even sure what you'd have to be googling related to Stargate or Numbers to come across those two stories.
Also, thanks for the advice, but I already write my own stories about my own characters, and sell them, so my flamer is tragically late to that party.
Plus, die in a fire and get cancer? Shouldn't it be the other way around - I hardly think I'm going to care about getting cancer if I've already died in a fire.
Still, I've never been flamed before, I feel sort of like this occasion should be honoured somehow. Realistically, by writing homoerotic stories while leeching off talented writers of other shows :) Anyone want to prompt me?
Also, thanks for the advice, but I already write my own stories about my own characters, and sell them, so my flamer is tragically late to that party.
Plus, die in a fire and get cancer? Shouldn't it be the other way around - I hardly think I'm going to care about getting cancer if I've already died in a fire.
Still, I've never been flamed before, I feel sort of like this occasion should be honoured somehow. Realistically, by writing homoerotic stories while leeching off talented writers of other shows :) Anyone want to prompt me?
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But yes, definite mark the occasion. I think there should be cake or something.
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Still, congratulations on a fandom first, I guess.
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I'm not positive, but I think the only remotely comparable thing that ever happened to me was the anonymous person who furiously took me to task for putting Jack on the bottom. Not because Jack wouldn't do that sort of thing, but because Anonymous wanted to 'slip the boner to Daniel', or something like that. In other words, I had interfered with HIS masturbatory fantasy!
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They do realize that google searches are tailored based on a user's history, right?
On the other hand, you've maybe officially 'made it on the map', so congratulations. I think.
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This person should
a) get a life
b) get a therapist and
c) get an idendity.
'Nuff said.
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All that said? I personally vote that you pull out the strangest idea you've been vaguely considering writing and write that mother. Just because!
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How about Joey Lucas/Sam Carter?
Cameron Mitchell/Aaron Hotchner? (ye gods, can you imagine how much fun Cam would have messing Aaron up?)
David/Colby (because Alimi Ballard is adorbs on Twitter and I am flush with the David nostalgia)
If none of these work, just yell. I'm sure I can come up with more :)
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I would love to read anything with one of the Stargate ladies! You pick which one (or more than one) and throw in... Hmm. "Learning a new skill." Any kind of skill.
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BTW, Clearly it's cranky-pants day. I've dealt with really annoying people all day long.
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Having said that, I just read the John/Lorne and it's great! I actually got frustrated and sad at the lost potential there! Powerful writing, because it was short and yet said so much. <3
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Prompt
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David sees familiar boots by the door as he steps into his apartment, and he's about to call out before he realizes how quiet the place is. He double-checks, spots Colby's duffel in the corner and Colby's coat hung on the wall. It all adds up to Colby being there somewhere, but Colby in his apartment usually means music going and Colby appearing to greet him before he's even gotten the door closed.
"Okay," David says to himself softly. He toes off his own shoes, and pads through the apartment, turning on a couple of lights as he goes. It's only his first winter in DC, and he hasn't gotten used to the early, freezing dark of the evenings.
He's not entirely surprised to find Colby in the bedroom. He's curled up, back to the door, still fully dressed except for his shoes and jacket, obviously sleeping.
David crosses to the bed, sits down and watches Colby for a moment. He's got a bruise coming up on his cheek and a brace just visible on his left wrist, which makes sense, since David wasn't expecting him for another couple of days, and Colby never shows up early unless something's gone wrong.
"Hey." David rests a hand on Colby's shoulder, shakes lightly when Colby doesn't immediately start awake.
"Hmm," Colby says. He stiffens for a moment, then relaxes, shifting onto his back and smiling up at David. "Hey. Sorry."
David leans in to kiss him hello, and it feels normal, even though they haven't seen each other in a month and a half. For the record: long-distance relationships suck, especially after two years of seeing each other every day. "Nothing to be sorry for."
Colby frowns. "I was going to cook. Stopped off on my way here."
"You can still cook, it's four thirty in the afternoon."
Colby looks at the window, then back to David, still frowning, looking half-asleep. "Really?"
"Really." David offers his phone as proof, tries not to find it adorable when Colby stares at it like it's started talking math without the analogy. "Dinner's hours away yet."
Colby grins, and it's enough to catch David off-balance so he falls into Colby when Colby pulls him down. "Then you should come to bed," Colby says, kissing him again.
"You want to nap?"
Colby pulls him in close and gets a hand under David's shirt. "Something like that," he says.
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