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Prompts for fics, anyone?
Okay, the last time I tried this, I never actually finished the drabbles. But I need to write something and I'm finding it hard to just *pick* an idea to write.
So give me a prompt for any of these: SGA, due South, House, Good Omens, Firefly, Daniel and H, and I'll try to write you something.
So give me a prompt for any of these: SGA, due South, House, Good Omens, Firefly, Daniel and H, and I'll try to write you something.
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John eyed it warily. “You do scream like a little girl, McKay,” he commented dryly.
The force of Rodney’s glower promised a life spent sleeping on the lumpy hotel armchair, having alternatively freezing and burning showers and drinking decaf airport coffee.
John swallowed hard and attempted to look conciliatory. “Besides, you’re not the only one whose portrayal is screwed up.”
“Oh, please, like I care that the guy playing Ronon is 5’2 and painted purple or that Teyla’s character looks and acts like a teenybopper.” Rodney rolled his eyes.
“I wasn’t talking about Teyla and Ronon.”
Now Rodney just looked disgusted. “Like you have anything to worry about, Colonel. Your character gets all the heroics and most of the chicks.” He paused, and looked thoughtful. “Well ,except for the episode where you turn into an eight-year-old* but even that should have women bursting their ovaries.”
“Rodney,” John bit out, “They shaved off the hair. That’s just mean.”
*with all due respect to
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