pictures and things: 'Traders,' noir!John, watch aesc pretend to be productive

[aesc]

The past two days have been characterized by very great exhaustion. While it's a change from feeling like my sinuses are trying to invade my eye sockets, I'm not terribly crazy about it. My brain laughs at the thought of managing plot (I can hear it cackling) or anything much more complicated than playing with Traders screencaps of unbearable quality yet unbelievable adorableness.

There is no sad Grant here, just him being goofy and weird and with the hands. (*flail* I can't help it, I love him and may possibly be addicted.) And there's also some noir!John, who is having his backstory turned over between decongestants.








Cone of silence!




He is such a dork, and I love him SO MUCH.

And hey, some icons! These will go up for real with the slowly-assembling collection in a couple weeks, I hope. But, in the meantime, feel free to take.




I've been doodling away at the noir stuff between other things and sinus infections. In the spirit of The Long Goodbye, John Sheppard is a disgraced Air Force veteran, pulled alive from the wreck of his P-51 Mustang in the North Sea. No one knows how he survived, but a few people have guessed....





Seen around: you comment with the start of a sentence, I reply with the rest of it. These can be fannish (e.g. John Sheppard and Dean Winchester like to) or personal (e.g. If I could smite one person in the world, it would be), or whatever, really.

Comments

[sheafrotherdon.livejournal.com]

"You are unbelievable!" said Rodney, waving a pair of boxer shorts around. "If I had had the FIRST IDEA that you would . . .

[aesc.livejournal.com]

"... ask me to move in with you, then I would have said you were dangerously insane and should be restrained for my safety and the safety of the expedition, but you... but you did, and I didn't expect it, I still don't, and now my stuff is all over the place and did you even think this through or did you think I found an Ancient device that compresses the total amount of space occupied by four years of crap into two drawers and a corner of the closet, but I guess that's thinking it through in your version of reality and now I have nowhere else to put my boxers and... oh my God, we're living together."

"Breathe, Rodney."

"Breathing."

[pollitt.livejournal.com]

Oh boys

It's delayed shock :)

<3 <3 <3

[sheafrotherdon.livejournal.com]

bwahahahaha, oh boys!