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Sep. 23rd, 2006 06:41 pm* ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
206_bones - join and get access to the music archives, download some of the groovy music from the eps.
*summercon - fun for everyone! read all the stories in the online zine! And anyone who left me feedback, but didn't get a reply, check and see if your post made it into my line-up... apparently some of them got stuck in the wrong place, and they can't tell which story they went with :)
* Chelsea Handler cracks me up.
* I'm working on fic in which everyone accidentally gets married. Several times over.
“You’re. You.” His hand slid down to settle on the back of John’s neck, hooking him towards him. “You’re my very best friend.”
John braced his hands on Rodney’s chest, his chin nearly hitting Rodney’s shoulder, and the very, very drunk scientist whispered sloppily in his ear, “You can godfather our babies.”
John pushed back so hard Rodney staggered and dropped Teyla. She blinked up at them from the ground, bewildered, and John jabbed a finger at both of them. “There is absolutely no way you two are having babies.”
“The priestess assured us a fruitful union,” Teyla said, making no attempt to get up off her ass. She slumped over on her side a little; started petting the grass. “I wish to name our first son John,” she said to the dirt.
206_bones - join and get access to the music archives, download some of the groovy music from the eps.*
summercon - fun for everyone! read all the stories in the online zine! And anyone who left me feedback, but didn't get a reply, check and see if your post made it into my line-up... apparently some of them got stuck in the wrong place, and they can't tell which story they went with :)* Chelsea Handler cracks me up.
* I'm working on fic in which everyone accidentally gets married. Several times over.
“You’re. You.” His hand slid down to settle on the back of John’s neck, hooking him towards him. “You’re my very best friend.”
John braced his hands on Rodney’s chest, his chin nearly hitting Rodney’s shoulder, and the very, very drunk scientist whispered sloppily in his ear, “You can godfather our babies.”
John pushed back so hard Rodney staggered and dropped Teyla. She blinked up at them from the ground, bewildered, and John jabbed a finger at both of them. “There is absolutely no way you two are having babies.”
“The priestess assured us a fruitful union,” Teyla said, making no attempt to get up off her ass. She slumped over on her side a little; started petting the grass. “I wish to name our first son John,” she said to the dirt.