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Yes, post of random!

The next challenge is up at artword, and is ASTRONOMY, inspired by NASA's photos of the day. In the manner of cosmic matter into a black hole, I have been sucked into the archives and have spent a lot of time wishing for a spaceship, and remembering when I wanted to be an astronomer.

Living in central Florida as I did, NASA was a big part of my life--lots of field trips, and shuttles or rockets going up were always news. My first clear memory of joy or tragedy beyond my family was when Challenger exploded in 1986; I can very clearly recall standing in the kitchen, watching the shuttle break apart on our tiny TV, and realizing this was something way past my previous experiences. My dream for the future is to live in a place with no light pollution, and a telescope. (Which explains a bit of why I wrote this for mcsmooch.)

Speaking of writing, ( cut for viking!boys and poll! )

Also, I just took this and I love my silly black dog:



dogeared points out that Finn is asking "Whut r u doin?"

Eclipse (~1,000 words) John/Rodney
Nantucket AU

Just a quiet little piece for tonight's lunar eclipse!

Boston is only a suggestion on the other side of the horizon, city lights not quite able to stretch fluorescent fingers this far out. John wades through the sand, the heavy pull of it on his feet, and stays close to Rodney who's too busy looking up.

Ha! I did write one more fic this year! Mostly because of the New England Patriots, as I promised amberlynne porn if they went 16-0. And they did, so there is porn!

.Post-Game (Nantucket AU, NC17) ~1,000 words
And then all of a sudden, with the racket of the crowd and the announcers trying to yell over it, John turns to Rodney and Rodney has about .05 seconds to think he's going to--

I wasn't going to post this until next week, but asdlkjf I really needed to get something out of today, you know?

.Crash
comic-sort of art by aesc (John/Rodney, Nantucket AU [index])

.notes: graphic novelesque story, a very short sequel to Contour, to wrap up the angstiness dogeared got started with "Fall."



( I crashed )


And then, some art I did for the cover to cybel's podbook of astolat's "Tango", which you can find here.

( behind the cut, largeish )

.Contour
by aesc (~ 2,000, Nantucket AU [index; follows Fine])

Notes: It started like this,
dogeared: mmmmmmm cozy bed
dogeared: which is making me think of cozy boys :D
aesc: eeee yes! me too!
aesc: I was wondering this afternoon while I was prowling around the stacks if in our ficlet John and Rodney were on *top* of the covers or under them
aesc: because if they were underneath, I kind of imagined those white sheets slipping down John's back
aesc: and I was so distracted that I walked right past the series of call numbers I was looking for

And then it became this. Many thanks to the wonderful dogeared for audiencing! Even though it is not much like what you saw in YM :D

( 'This is good' when Rodney pushes John’s boxers down his hips and the sheets they’re under slide down John’s back as he moves over, into Rodney and Rodney arches up to meet him. )

Fine, Nantucket AU (~480 words)

Sketch for Bead, who helped me out of my own uffdahness by asking what Nantucket Rodney would do when faced with uffdah!John. Also, she told me that there is such a thing as Green & Black's ice cream. asdlkjf *flails*

PS for Jenn: I don't really know when this takes place--it could be any time, really!

( Most times John is fine. But then. )

I couldn't make myself face the angst tonight, or anything else for that matter, so I wrote this instead. :/

Like Morning Bread, John/Rodney (NC17, Nantucket AU, c. 2,200 words)

Note for dogeared: This takes place the morning after The After-Effects of Sandwiches :>

( The Wagoneer burns, metal and glass, against John's forearms but Rodney burns hotter against his mouth, the desperate, swift slide of his hands over John's cheekbones, through his hair. )


In other news: Massively catching up on comments tomorrow, I hope.

Big Sky, John/Rodney (Nantucket AU, c. 1500 words)

[PS, Jenn: This comes right after House Keys!]

( Halfway down he hears the rumbly, deep tenor hum of an engine and looks up and sees it, ungainly and beautiful in the blue sky, its propellers eating the air. )


In other news: Despite the sinus headache ambush this afternoon, this has been a really great day. *beams*

Another Drop of Salt, part of dogeared's Nantucket AU, and so many thanks to her for letting me play in it, ~900 words.

(PS, Jenn: It's not really a continuity thing, but I kind of imagine this happening some time after "Fall.")

( Rodney with his head bowed, all pain and concentration )


edited: 06.10 in the interest of accuracy. Humble thanks to korilian for pointing out the medical stuff :)

McShep. Totally dogeared's fault for making me fangirl over Rodney in glasses.

For which, see also this.

Part of Nantucket!verse. Featuring bespectacled!Rodney and dirty!John.

( Rodney had refused, flatly and incontrovertibly, to let John go with him to the optometrist's that afternoon )



ETA: And I have added "rodney mckay's glasses" to my interest list. Yes, I am that obsessed. Don't look at me like that.