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.picspam: The John & Rodney Handbook
Yay! Picspam!
.spoilers: there are a couple clips from 4.04 "Doppelganger," but they really aren't spoilery--I've cropped them to get rid of anything that might be considered as such :>
The John & Rodney Handbook
Hands. Yes.
Whenever Rodney goes into full lecture mode, whether he's telling a story or explaining reality to his idiotic audience, he gestures. His hands punctuate, dismiss, describe, emphasize, give form and space to his words, translate his equations into simplicity for Elizabeth, complete distraction for John.
In the beginning, he'd thought the gesturing was another manifestation of Rodney's unending neuroses and hyperactivity. But then he'd started paying attention, because he'd realized Rodney's hands could predict how close they'd come to dying, and now John Sheppard figures he's screwed.
Sometimes when he lies in bed, he remembers Rodney's hands and fingers as they paint numbers in the air, and other times he imagines him in full flight, caught up and thrilled to be brilliant when everyone else is looking.
(It's hot even in alternate universes. He can understand why Carter included the glasses in her report.)
Lately, though, it's gotten so bad he starts thinking about Rodney at work, examining strange pieces of technology or hunting through wires and crystals to patch things back together.
Being telepathic or being smart with his computer... at this point, it's kind of the same thing.
And then, to his horror, John realizes he's starting to gesture too. Of course, he's pretty good with his own hands, if he does say so himself.
He can hold a gun.
Hold other things, like model planes and chess pieces.
Lots of different kinds of guns. And explosives.
And Rodney, when he needs saving.
He's not really the gesturing type, John's always thought. Mostly he rubs his chin when he's thinking or watching Rodney work (or watching Rodney's ass), but really that's about it.
So he'd never been much with the gesturing before. Until now.
Seriously! Gesturing!
After they get back from Nola and Baden's wedding (which, wow, who saw that coming?) Rodney follows John back to his quarters and backs him up against the wall. His hands don't flicker and dart like they always do, but they settle warm and firm on John's shoulders.
"When we were telling Elizabeth about the game," Rodney says, "you totally stole my move."
"Your move?" John asks. Rodney's thumbs make loops in the indent above his collar bones.
"My move." Rodney's staring at his mouth. "With the hands."
"Oh," John says, "with the hands", before Rodney's fingers shape themselves to the contours of John's face, before Rodney kisses him.
.eta: with a few more in comments, which I couldn't work into the picspam proper for one reason or other. But there is one with Rodney's lovely smile that I adore to no end :>
.eta2: And oh yes, the idea for the picspam came from a Washington Post article reporting on the relationship between gestures and mathiness, and speculations on a five-year-old Rodney gesturing his way through calculus.
.eta3: snippet for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sloganeer, in which Rodney learns to appreciate John's hands a bit.
.eta4: And you MUST readsloganeer's completely awesome response.
.spoilers: there are a couple clips from 4.04 "Doppelganger," but they really aren't spoilery--I've cropped them to get rid of anything that might be considered as such :>
The John & Rodney Handbook
Hands. Yes.
Whenever Rodney goes into full lecture mode, whether he's telling a story or explaining reality to his idiotic audience, he gestures. His hands punctuate, dismiss, describe, emphasize, give form and space to his words, translate his equations into simplicity for Elizabeth, complete distraction for John.
In the beginning, he'd thought the gesturing was another manifestation of Rodney's unending neuroses and hyperactivity. But then he'd started paying attention, because he'd realized Rodney's hands could predict how close they'd come to dying, and now John Sheppard figures he's screwed.
Sometimes when he lies in bed, he remembers Rodney's hands and fingers as they paint numbers in the air, and other times he imagines him in full flight, caught up and thrilled to be brilliant when everyone else is looking.
(It's hot even in alternate universes. He can understand why Carter included the glasses in her report.)
Lately, though, it's gotten so bad he starts thinking about Rodney at work, examining strange pieces of technology or hunting through wires and crystals to patch things back together.
Being telepathic or being smart with his computer... at this point, it's kind of the same thing.
And then, to his horror, John realizes he's starting to gesture too. Of course, he's pretty good with his own hands, if he does say so himself.
He can hold a gun.
Hold other things, like model planes and chess pieces.
Lots of different kinds of guns. And explosives.
And Rodney, when he needs saving.
He's not really the gesturing type, John's always thought. Mostly he rubs his chin when he's thinking or watching Rodney work (or watching Rodney's ass), but really that's about it.
So he'd never been much with the gesturing before. Until now.
Seriously! Gesturing!
After they get back from Nola and Baden's wedding (which, wow, who saw that coming?) Rodney follows John back to his quarters and backs him up against the wall. His hands don't flicker and dart like they always do, but they settle warm and firm on John's shoulders.
"When we were telling Elizabeth about the game," Rodney says, "you totally stole my move."
"Your move?" John asks. Rodney's thumbs make loops in the indent above his collar bones.
"My move." Rodney's staring at his mouth. "With the hands."
"Oh," John says, "with the hands", before Rodney's fingers shape themselves to the contours of John's face, before Rodney kisses him.
.eta: with a few more in comments, which I couldn't work into the picspam proper for one reason or other. But there is one with Rodney's lovely smile that I adore to no end :>
.eta2: And oh yes, the idea for the picspam came from a Washington Post article reporting on the relationship between gestures and mathiness, and speculations on a five-year-old Rodney gesturing his way through calculus.
.eta3: snippet for
sloganeer, in which Rodney learns to appreciate John's hands a bit..eta4: And you MUST read
sloganeer's completely awesome response.
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Most of the time when Rodney notices John's hands it's because John's holding a P90 and standing between Rodney and certain death. Or when Sheppard's touching things he should not be touching, like dormant Ancient technology or slimy, corseted Pegasus natives (Rodney is Dictator-for-Life of Get Rid Of Slimy Space bimboS and Sheppard is his occasionally backsliding First Tiger). Or when Sheppard thwaps him upside the head or helps him across the sea floor or grabs him by his tac vest or catches Rodney when he falls.
Although Rodney was mostly unconscious for that last one.
One day they're lazing about at breakfast and Rodney really doesn't have anything to distract him except... Sheppard is peeling an orange. An orange and Rodney turns to say something to him about citrus as the devil's work when he sees Sheppard's fingers dig into the rind of the fruit (soft, liquid give of pulp under the pressure) and tear it off. Sheppard neatly quarters the orange, takes a bite, looks at Rodney over the cup of his palm and smiles.
:)
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Sheppards are mean.
Sheppards are fierce.
Sheppards have teeth
and handguns that pierce.
Sheppards are great.
They can't be beat.
If I was a Sheppard
that would neat.
Sheppards are nimble
and light on their toes.
My respect for Sheppards
continually grows.
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And John would 1) totally know the poem and 2) make Rodney recite it.
Sheppards are nimble
*leer*
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If I was a Sheppard, that would be neat.
I can just see Rodney standing under the tree, yelling it up at Sheppard, who just laughs at him. Oh my God, so awesome.
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I can just see Rodney standing under the tree, yelling it up at Sheppard, who just laughs at him.
Or Sheppard, sitting in his favourite jumper and not letting Rodney on (even though he's the one who went all the way to the mess for the sandwiches) until he's recited all eight verses.
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That's awesome!
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Sheppard is his occasionally backsliding First Tiger
Heee!
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I have always been convinced Rodney and John are like Calvin and Hobbes. The parallels are perhaps too perfect. Rodney has Calvin's intelligence, imagination, spectacularly outsized ego, and capacity for (occasional) gestures of love and selflessness, while John is tall, slinky, has odd hair, and alternately encourages Rodney in their mutual insanity and sarcastically insults him when Rodney's getting a bit out of hand :)
(And some time ago,
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Thanks for the link to the fanart.
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Get Rid of Slimy Space bimboS
Oh, God. *dies*
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They totally are Calvin and Hobbes! The similarities are too striking to ignore. I've been thinking about this for some time (since last year), and the more I think, the more I am convinced.
Get Rid of Slimy Space bimboS
Oh, God. *dies*
I was looking back at the earlier post where I'd first formulated the hypothesis, and it should actually be Get Rid Of Slimy Space-bimbos :D
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