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Bleargh. I am coldish and achey (achy?) and my throat hurts. Tonight: did not finish doing laundry. Did not go to the gym. Did not get so far as to load the dishwasher. Crawled into bed for a while, read for a bit, watched Medium and pulled fic links out of assorted open tabs. (Down to four windows from eight!)

However, what with the ColdFX, tylenol, and the wonton soup my girl made for supper (mmm, like chicken noodle but even better), I am feeling much better than I did when I got home.

Still to come are the rest of the random fandom recs, miscellaneous links, HCL links, and long and plotty SGA fic, along with whatever else is in my open tabs.

SGA, snippet from the A Beautiful Lifetime Event universe: Double Bed

SGA, snippet from the Bell Curve universe: Snapshots from Bell Curve "Rodney knew he was in trouble when he took the left turn into his neighborhood and found a small colony of children buzzing on his lawn. He cursed himself for not reminding Andy that discretion was just as important as enterprise and he felt a distinct sense of doom as he realized there was a beach umbrella on the front lawn and that John was sitting under it on a lawn chair. Wearing Elmo earmuffs. This could only end in tragedy."

SGA, same universe, Skew Curve And Rodney says, "Oh, for God's sake," and "This movie was the worst idea ever," and "Oh my God! You're not going to be eaten by a seabird! Daddy's not being attacked by otters! Jesus Christ! I'm never letting you see an educational film again!"

SGA, Stairway to Heaven "The first time Rodney had sex was with a smart blonde in a lab when he was seventeen. [...] The last time Rodney had sex was ten minutes ago. He and Sheppard still haven’t moved apart. John Sheppard isn’t blond, he isn’t wearing dark pink lipstick and Rodney’s pretty sure he’s not making notches on his bedpost for ‘colleagues bagged’. Not that Sheppard or anyone else on Atlantis *has* a bedpost."

SGA AU, Corporate Fund Raiding Fun caper-fic AU. "The way I see it," Sheppard said easily, sitting one hip on Beckett's desk as he kept his 9mm pistols trained on the two spies, "my best bet is to bargain with your companies themselves. Because I really don't think they want me calling in the cops." He looked past the two men to his comrades. "Lorne, Dex, call up our friends at Hoff and Athosian and let them know we've got McKay and Zelenka. Tell them," Sheppard paused and looked at his two prisoners. "Tell them that if they don't agree, in writing, to leave Dr. Beckett alone, these two men will be exposed on the evening news as their employees and attempted kidnappers." A slow grin spread across Sheppard's face.

SGA AU, Sky Full Of AU WIP. Sort of a SGA/The Mummmy fusion. Full of breathtaking scenery, Rodney!Snark, and slashy goodness. "Time passes and passes and Rodney grows weary of the sandstorms and babbling rancor of the markets, the busybody old ladies with their shining eyes to peddle clothes and ask if Mister McKay has married yet or about the queer little boy who lives in the big, shadowy library, reading Plato and Kepler and of Brahe, about eight inches of arc. Egypt is more than its golden waves, it's gritty and brown and tired, worn raggedy and edged with lacy Arabic, all scrolling, cursive shapes and sharp edges, whining horns and insistent voices, rising up in a cacophony beneath Rodney's window every morning starting in the misty blue dawn."

SGA, Uncanny Valley "Didn't he ever seem a little... glib to you? He struck me as having a very weakly integrated personality, composed of traits that would normally be considered contradictory. He was a lot of different things to a lot of different people."

SGA, Deflection part one, part two, conclusion "John didn't remember losing Atlantis, didn't remember dying, and he was trying not to find it unfair that Rodney wouldn't talk to him." Gen.

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