the night has a thousand saxaphones

(Discussing the Stargate movie)

hilarytamar: So, let me recap here. We're doing speculative linguistic reconstruction of a revision to a translation of an unknown text found in a fictional universe, yes?
Me: yes, right
hilarytamar: You were saying something about loving fandom?

She gets me. She really gets me. I love her to absolute pieces, y'all, and I don't say that enough.

(I also mentioned to her, and I'll throw it out here, that what's stopping me from doing the Mobius fic is not having any clue where to start on the research. I'm just saying that if you can point me to "daily life, with a particular exploration of gender, and also religious impact on daily life, in pre-dynastic and early dynastic Egypt" I would not turn it down. ETA: Got recs already. Wow.)

Assorted random from the last three days:
1. Am now officially cross-posting, in case anyone needs to tidy flist/reading list.
2. Jason Momoa as Conan! I seriously dreamed last night about Jason Momoa being smart and sarcastic and cunning while in a very little loincloth wielding a very big sword.
3. Jon Stewart a little more equal-opportunity than usual recently? First smacking down Rachel over politicizing Haiti (She deserved it. I love you, Rachel, but please try to deserve it less.), and then that inspired, hilarious, spot-on total destruction of Keith Olberman. Wow.
4. bdblack made me this. I have never had anybody make something out of one of my quotes before. I feel special.

I had an attack of total randomness and watched "Men With Brooms" today. It turns out that 1. Paul Gross can indeed make curling seem intense and passionate and beautiful and poetic (that man just shines. He shines. He makes me believe in auras), 2. I find Molly Parker stunningly hot, with her freckles and her dimples and her laugh, when she's not playing a wan opium addict, and 3. Wacky Canadian humor does indeed win.

Seriously, that's more cheese than I've consumed in movie form... possibly ever, and it was fun.

I am a day late and a dollar short- actually, I am going on a week late- but there was some fabulous stuff at the teal_ficathon this year and I need to rec.

( Teal'c recs with bonus meta babble )

The thing about SF fandom, sometimes, is that the porn is hilarious. And I don't mean this in a bad way at all- not even a teeny-tiny bit. It's great.

I am speaking, you see, of john_farr, the multiple-AU built around that time John Sheppard went into Ponn Farr (subtitle: because mating cycles are hot!). Or at least, it starts that way (you should start here, which is short and sexy), and then balloons out into no less than four interconnected AUs where, due to Goauld manipulation, human physiology is very different. As an open 'verse the writing is inconsistent, of course- but might I recommend the sequel Skin Hunger, the John backstory Battlefield, and the Uni!John and Virgin!John AU branches?

And the thing about this is that I honestly have no idea if I have to hit my bunk or if I am just going to sit here giggling wildly. Because seriously: shit like this only happens in SF fanfic. Aliens make them do it! Ancient tech gives them telepathy/tentacles/an insatiable sex drive/whatever! Sex pollen! Elaborately constructed plotty setups that boil down to, "due to the applied phlebotinum, you must have sex or die. Get to it." And, seriously, it's ridiculous but it really hits the Id vortex buttons, doesn't it?

And just then I saw that paian posted fic, which always sends me into raptures of joy- but it turns out to be a double whammy. A sex pollen (in her warning, she says: aliens-gave-them-an-excuse-to-do-it. Truth in warnings! ♥) but also an alien-tech SF plot device that is on the face of it sort of ridiculous (in the best possible way) and yet allows for this intense, desperate, bizarre and disorienting non-con voyeurism thing that is hot as fuck and Jesus, I will be in my bunk.

Oh, science fiction. *rueful headshake* Ever since the original Star Trek writers came up with Ponn Farr, the descendants of which are God's gift to porn, I tell you. My love knows no bounds.

(And yes, I've been reading this stuff for a LONG TIME. I have no idea why the ridiculousness of it all hit me so hard just now)

( Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? )

( The Watchmen )

There is so much love over at the Valentine's Day Game. You should all go look!

( I was rewatching Lost City and… )

A Long Time Denied
NC-17, 6500 words, Jack/Daniel
Written for the J/D Kinkathon for the prompts "bottom Jack," "Jack in handcuffs," and "dubious consent." Missing scene/AU of 2x05 Need.
SERIOUS WARNINGS for consent issues
AN: I might as well just change my lj name to "the one with the oral fixation" now. I mean, it's not like I'm fooling anybody. *facepalm* HUGE thanks to blue_meridian and princessofg for beta-duty and hand-holding and cheerleading above and beyond the call.

( For one horrible, stomach-lurching, dick-hardening second, Jack is on his knees before Daniel and he wants to worship. )

Five ATA gene side-effects
For sg1_five_things, here. Look, I finally wrote a five-things that really is a list of five things, instead of a huge actual fic!
Jack/Daniel and John/Rodney, 650 words, R

( Rodney can't prove a thing, but after digging through Jack O'Neill's records... )

Random side question: I am starting to see movement on various fandom Christmas/holiday exchanges, including the poll post at sg1_jubilee that basically NOBODY has answered. Is sg1_jubilee the main exchange? (If so, why have none of you voted over there?) Is there one for SGA? I can't find it! (Or better yet, one for gateverse in general?)

I kind of adore character meta that comes from different ways of organizing/categorizing characters, by whatever psychological classification you use. I could eat that type of meta up with a spoon.

( Take, for example, Harry Potter Hogwarts houses - Torchwood, Dr Who, SPN, SGA, SG1 )

( Or Myers-Briggs, for instance )

( But I just read another categorization framework I found interesting )

( So let's apply it to Jack and Daniel )

( Why I find this interesting: )

Jesus, I will SHUT UP now.

Look, I WARNED you guys! Remember that big list of things I wanted? Here they are. Disclaimer: These come with no artistic integrity, no connections between ficlets, no warranties as to characterization or plausibility, and no pretense as to quality. Hell, they aren't even proofread. One involves curtains. Read at your own risk.


( Shopping for condo furnishings in DC )



( The one where Jack goes all out and gets down on one knee )



( The one where they hold a tiny little hush-hush ceremony with just SG1 that gets out of hand )



( The one where don't ask, don't tell is repealed and they are married practically before the ink is dry )



( The sex with lots of talking and lots of endearments and lots of 'I love you's. )



Oh my God, I feel SO MUCH better now. Except for the fact that my spn_nostalgia is now due in two days and I am still procrastinating it. *hangs head* But at least I think I am in a mental place for happy brotherly banter now. If I had tried to write it before these, it would have been Incest-induced Guilt Angst Of Doom.

Problem Solving
SG1 Jack/Daniel first time, 1800 words, PG-13
Small Victories (4x01) tag
AN: Really not sure about this one, but I wrote this comment and the damn thing wouldn't leave me alone. This is the first J/D first-time I've written, and... I don't know.

( Jack had said, 'Davis, give the order,' and Paul had turned to look at him, and waited. And it didn’t make sense. )