!! fic link & new comms.; gratuitous torment; ?

[aesc]

Am taking a break from finishing up "The Qualities of Silk," aka "my sgabigbang fic from HELL" to do a couple things.

1.) I have written the femslash! I'm ashamed to say it's one of the first times I've tried, but you know, it was a lot of fun, especially because I enjoyed writing Teyla and Elizabeth's sections of "Silk," and had toyed with writing them as a pairing in it but ran out of the time to make it happen. So, it happens here. Summary: The Lanteans have been able to explain a lot to Teyla--comic books, sports, automatic weapons--but not the double standard.

2.) Two new McKay/Sheppard-centric comms today, hurrah! sheafrotherdon's mcsmooch, because really, can you have too much of John and Rodney kissing? And this looks really cool, mcshep_bound, the McKay/Sheppard-specific version of the circulating fandom journal. I'm really excited about participating, though it'll be weird to see fic and art in a place other than my computer or my Moleskine.

3.) Never say 'couple' when there are three, but I'm doing this to torment chebonne:

Like the rest of the Lanteans, John sticks with the bruschetta, which is almost like pizza, cheese and crackers, and the skewers of actual, non-spreadable chicken. Rodney, despite having to deal with the attentions of five people, stands ferocious guard over his plate, and the circling waiters have learned to leave him alone.

John shifts a bit to watch him, the black fabric of his tuxedo jacket stretching and folding across Rodney’s shoulders as he gestures, fingers and wineglass painting out equations, illustrating the breadth of his audience’s collective stupidity. Nonono, Ancient technology doesn’t work that way, how many times – He shifts, taking one step forward, and John’s mouth goes maybe the tiniest bit dry at how Rodney’s dress pants show off his ass more than is decent, or good for John’s health.

That's for putting the images in my head in the first place and making it hard to concentrate on fic I should be writing. *sticks out tongue*

4.) This just occurred to me. I wonder what it would be like to throw all caution to the wind and write something either 1) I don't read, as a rule, or 2) I never even considered writing, like genderswitch or mpreg or over-the-top wayyy OOC emo fic. Or, you know, het as the primary pairing. (Which I swear I have never, to my knowledge, written.) Kind of an expand-my-horizons sort of thing, in the spirit of trying out spinach or skydiving. Will have to consider this.

In other news: ALMOST DONE ALMOST DONE ALMOST DONE!!!!

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But as much as Faramir wants to hate Boromir he can't! Because Boromir is his big brother who defends him against mean ol' Denethor and the rest of the world, and... and taught Faramir how to shave and go on dates, but Faramir hates that Boromir's gone because now there's no one to protect him from the world!!!!!!

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And he'd curl up in a ball and cry if only he weren't afraid that his father would find out and sentence him to a lifetime of guard duty in Ithilien.

Wait a minute--his father DID sentence him to a lifetime of guard duty in Ithilien.