pornography: I know it when I see it, and that's the way I like it

Here's some SGA fic I've been enjoying that's succeeded in making me feel inadequate, lusty, and/or delighted. This'll probably be old news to most of you, but for me:

First, here's Intersections, by Kaneko. I'm sure you've already read it. I actually have not, at least, not all the way, because kaneko is so nauseatingly good that I can only read a handful of paragraphs at a time before I go apoplectic with envy and fury and awe and love. I'm about halfway through. Here's John Sheppard, and here's Rodney, and here's their histories and their life stories and where they intersect, hip-deep in the Antarctic snow. HOLY MARVELOUS LITERARY CRAP, Batman.

Then, lilysaid wrote Visiting Hours, hurt/comfort of the finest kind. Here John's being held prisoner, and Rodney can visit, and the truth is there's only so long John can go without human touch, but he's an airman, baby, and he'd never ask for it. And Rodney, who shows up weekly with letters and M&M's, can't rescue John no matter how much he might want to. This is -- the first half of this story unfolds like the layout for all the best h/cs we used to read back in the good old days of h/c and UST. But then the second half, just, gracefully, powerfully, elegantly avoids all cliche, solves problems with seamless acumen and has one of the best, most fulfilling endings I've read in fanfic.

Enigma, by melyanna is just rockin'. This is about Ronon and Weir, because, seriously, Ronon loves, loves to bait Weir, and she is just so innocent and serious but behind that even Ronon knows she has an elegance and a wisdom, even if it's totally misplaced on a SPACE MISSION. This is, is it gen? It's probably gen. And it is so very, very smart.

And then, because god forbid I should leave you on a high note, here's the profoundly depressing Edges, by rageprufrock. This reminds me, loosely, of the Star Trek: Voyager series finale. Not in the sexy Admiral Janeway sense, but in the back-on-earth-and-super-nostalgic-and-sad sort of way. This is sort of like the SGA version of Punk's Lived and Were [XF] and, don't worry, you'll get a doozy of a lump in your throat from this one, too, before you get to the end.

Rodney Loved A Man (in Reno): a challenge!

Okay, so the very clever kormantic suggested that, rather than scrapping my outtake, I foist it upon you all, and challenge you to write the story that this belongs to (as it turns out it does not belong to the story *I* am writing). Which means of course that we'd get a whole host of hot gay Rodney fic from all of you hot gay Rodney people. Or even hot gay John people! And I am a sucker for anything that means other people write stuff and I get to read it.

And therefore!

Anyone who wants to, and that means all of you, should write us a story about the guy Rodney was in love with and didn't sleep with, or, Rodney trying to learn about the gay from books and porn. Or about John being gay and scruffy. Or about John's hand on Rodney's chest. Or whatever.

Here's the outtake -- use whatever you want from it, or none of it, write something awesome and then either post it here in comments or post me the link so I can keep a collection?

Rodney Loved A Man

No time limit, no word limit, tiny comment porn is appreciated, also kissing.

seriously

I am so full of convivial bliss.

SGA is like, what if they built a fandom and EVERYBODY came?!



It's somehow so appropriate for this pre-apocalyptic environmental and political season, the great fannish escape!

yeah, I'm fucked.

No, really. Fucked.

I just got a letter from the Unemployment people saying that because I left my job due to believing the "conditions were intolerable," I am not eligible to collect benefits. ETA: unless I return to said job, earn $1290 more, and reapply for unemployment, apparently. WHY WHY WHY?

I have to pay rent in ten days.

I have to write a pilot in six weeks. I enrolled in this class BECAUSE I would be collecting unemployment.

I'm SO FUCKED.

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Also, wearemany, I got the following from the DWP: "your recent electronic check payment has been returned to us unpaid due to an incorrect bank account number."

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And here's a note from Bobby Kennedy Jr, asking for donations for the NRDC.

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I am sheerly and profoundly fucked beyond the telling of it. Does someone want my bedroom? If you need me, I'll be sleeping under a stranger's car.