today is a fucking awful day for reasons I won't get into

[skoosiepants]

Because it's kind of pathetic. Cheer me up? Drabbles welcome, encouraged even. Shall we just go ahead and make this a Bob/Joe love fest? Or even just a Joe love fest, because that would be made of baby seals.

This isn't really a Bob/Joe drabble, although there will be Bob/Joe in this fic, so it counts a little:

Andy - Andy the Vegan, who isn’t really a vegan, not anymore, anyway, because it’s tough to be a picky eater on Atlantis, but they named him Andy the Vegan to separate him from Andy the Butcher, even though it never really stuck with anyone other than Joe, who likes shouting, “Andy the Vegan!” because it’s the one thing that’s sure to get a rise out of the laconic biochemist – but, anyway. Andy twirls his pen between his fingers. It’s a space pen. Frank’s had his eye on it for a while.

Office supplies are kind of limited, and a pen that can write upside-down is coveted above most other things.

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[twilight-la-fae.livejournal.com]

Um, I don't know about Bob/Joe, but how about more of Frank and Gee as ladies?

Gee has about six sketchbooks completely devoted to Frank. And, look, she knows its creepy, okay? And even if she didn't know, Mikey is always there to give her that big old reminder of, hey, your deeply obsessive, creepy crush on one of my best friends just keeps on getting more obsessive and creepier as she fills up more and more sketchbooks.

She just. She can't help it. Frank's fascinated her since the moment she's met her, at some club Mikey had dragged her to one night
("Look, you're officially the palest of them all, Death is totally jealous of you. You're the prettiest, pastiest princess, now get the fuck dressed.")
and Frank had been playing in this band, a short, compact whirlwind of energy and passion and talent, completely losing herself to her music as Gee completely forgot her own fucking name, watching her from the crowd.

Later, Mikey had introduced them, ("Frankie, this is Gee, my sister, the one who totally exists, douchebag.") and Frank had been just fucking beautiful, sweaty and vibrating with excess energy and adrenaline, laughing cat's eyes and kind, mischievious face. Gee had sort of still been working on that 'remembering her own name' thing and had kind of smiled vaguely and tried not to stare like a completely degenerate at this gorgeous woman in front of her.

So yeah. Over the course of however many fucking months she's known Frank, Gee has just not been able to get her out of her head. The shape and mixed goldgreenbrown colour of her cat's eyes, her bright, uncontrollable smile, just fucking everything about her completely fucking fascinates her, and she'll start out with the intention of drawing some fucking horror scene with zombies and vampires, and would notice about half hour in that the bad-ass heroine is a good foot shorter than her usual heroes, short dark hair spiked and messy, green eyes dancing with laughter, tattoos swirling over sweat-sheened skin as she plows through zombie ass, and Gee throws her pencil down in disgust, staring at her right hand as if its betrayed her.

And. Okay, that's seriously all i can shove out of my brain right now. *smiles* I hope you like it, and everything cheers up.

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

Eeee!!! that's awesome, hon!!

[twilight-la-fae.livejournal.com]

*beams* Thanks! I'm glad you like it!

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

Gee is so cute!