they call it stormy Monday

[aesc]

Eeeesh, we had 9 inches of rain this weekend--a drop in the bucket compared to Galveston and other places (is the entire midwest under water???), but it set a local record for most rainfall in 24 hours. Finally, finally it's cleared up and there had damn well better be some nice weather this week, that's all I'm sayin'.

Post of random:

MEME. Stolen from pretty much everyone: What, if you read my fic, is/are the characteristic(s) that stand(s) out the most? The convoluted sentences? How it vanishes from your memory even as you read it?

RL. OMFG way too busy. I had two conference abstracts due today and an appointment with the advisor to talk about my "dissertation." The good news is that the proposal is further along than I thought.

BOYS. OH MY GOD JOE. (Spoilery, probably, but STILL, OMG.)

Thus ends this post of random.

Comments

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

Your fics always have such rich detail about the characters that it is both satisfying and also leaves me craving to know so much more about them. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOYS! ♥

[lillyjk.livejournal.com]

*grabs chest*

Good Lord woman, I was almost overwhelmed by all the Flanigan hotness. The jeans, the sunglasses, just the right amount of scruff. *flails*

Regarding your fic, I think what always strikes me is your imagery. You are very talented at drawing a picture with your words.

[keefaq.livejournal.com]

Your ability to pull up a couple of little details that make an entire scene spring to life.

[chopchica.livejournal.com]

I suck at those kinds of memes, so I'm just going to say hi. Hi! That is a shitton of rain! Where is it you live, anyway?

[beadattitude.livejournal.com]

Why hallo thar Joe! Let me help you tuck in your shirt! ::gropes::

Your fic: Well, first there is the high pitched squeal of joy. Then there's the having to stop mid-way thru to go flail at your in a convivial manner. And then there's the part where (while everything is so sharp and beautifully real) there's this elegant little image or phrase or way of looking at things that just knocks.me.out.

So. That.

[mischief5.livejournal.com]

The sheer elegance that goes into your sentence structure. You are quite the wordsmith.

[madeline871.livejournal.com]

Put aside the greatness that is Nantucket for a moment and put aside the way your gorgeous art complements the fic... Your panda and turkey fic fills me with squee.

[less-star.livejournal.com]

The convoluted sentences? How it vanishes from your memory even as you read it? Oh, sweetheart, as if...;)

Well, with your BB story fresh in mind I think of the way you bring a dream-like element into your stories and make it work really well. Also, intimacy between characters (our favourite boys, of course) mmmm, you can feel it. Dear god that was incoherent, but in my defense it's two in the morning and I'm trying to finish an SG-1 kidfic. Ah, sorry.

[kirusai.livejournal.com]

(lurker here) I've said it once and I'll say it again. I love your amazing ability to spin delightful AUs. I love all of your universes, and in each of them, I fall in love with your Rodney and your John. Every time I start on an AU by you, I know I can fall in love with the characters, their background, and the world you build.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

Aw, thank you so much! I had never been a big AU fan before SGA, but there's just something about dropping the two of them into a different world and letting them have at it :D

[aesc.livejournal.com]

Thank you very kindly! I think maybe some of that dream-like quality may be incoherence of my own... I usually write when my brain insists I should be in bed :D

[aesc.livejournal.com]

Pandas! Turkeys! My dad has recently reported that the turkeys are beginning to flock together for the winter... Soon it will be Rodney vs. the bright orange vests and the snowmobiles!

[aesc.livejournal.com]

Nnnnnnnf, Joe, it is very unfair of you to be so hot.

*snorfles for Beads*

[aesc.livejournal.com]

Heh, Boringsville, Indiana :D Currently, though, it is more like Bigfuckingpuddle, Indiana.

*pets emo puppy*

[aesc.livejournal.com]

The jeans, the sunglasses, just the right amount of scruff. *flails*

He is so devastatingly good at making me do that. I'm a grown woman, dammit, Flanigan! *shakes fist*

Also, I hug you up!!! *crushing hugs for you!*

[aesc.livejournal.com]

Your icon reminds me, I got a small plotty idea for hockey boys the other day :> :>

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

*wriggles with gleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*

[aesc.livejournal.com]

HOCKEY BOYS

And maybe John with half-untucked shirt?

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!

Rodney's a little tipsy and when John reaches up to get the super special scotch from the top shelf, it causes his shirt to ride up which causes Rodney to make a very embarrassing noise.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

Awww, thank you! Watch me be eloquent! *fails utterly*

[aesc.livejournal.com]

:"> Thank you very kindly! One of the fun parts about writing John and Rodney is thinking very, very hard about a scene they're in, and picturing them in it.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

Actually they are out drinking with the other hockey boys and John stretches up to wave to Ronon or someone because the bar is dark, and Rodney is right there and he can see how John's skin stretches over the smooth roll of muscle.

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGH!

[aesc.livejournal.com]

:> :> :>

[pennyplainknits.livejournal.com]

Your fic is so atmospheric, almost dreamy sometimes.

And those pictures, holy crap, with the jeans and the scruff and the sunglasses and the splayed legs....*fans self*