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minxyRL writing update: made the 500 word goal for today. Yippee! Most overtyped word for today: prokaryotic.
Fannishly:
Aw, my GIRL! YES!
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rydra_wong beat out many, MANY slash entries to win the coveted title of 'I Killed Fandom' with her story Leonine! And I most heartily agree that this story is contributing to general Global Warming. 'Grats, Beauty. Most notably for winning with a less recognized (though no less deserving) pairing. Cameron/Teal'c, and seriously HAWT.
*dances for Rydra*
Other (really deserving) winners are here, the p0rn battle entries themselves (it's hard to go wrong, really) are here.
I *is shy and proud all at the same time* have been nominated for my first fandom award for the Sam/Daniel fic One Half of the Equation (which I always intended to be p0rnier, but ended up merely PG rated, alas, as their angst issues took precedence) in the Isis Awards which are for Stargate's less common het pairings. The nominations have been posted on the site for reading, though voting doesn't begin until the 15th. I'm fairly tickled that I was nominated, so THANK YOU, lovely nominating people!
[tangent: y'all know, and by that I mean 'heads up new people,' that I have a list of links on the right hand side of my LJ, right? My own fic, my rec lists, links to other pages of note like Pepe's Place and the Isis Awards... just FYI]
And I thought it was time to post the Jack/Daniel p0rn I entered Signe's battle with. It's short comment p0rn, but I am thinking of letting them continue. I'll let you know.
Title: Lip Service
Rating: it's P0RN, people.
Word count: 553
Pairing & Fandom: Jack/Daniel, SG-1
Jack never kissed him.
There were fingers digging in his hip, hands palming his ass, gentle nails down his back and graffiti drawn with fingertips all over his face and thighs and back.
Jack had touched him, deep and shallow and hard and soft, everywhere; even deep into the center where only three lovers had ever gone, with a skill and a surging and a decisiveness that had Daniel momentarily gasping, but never speechless.
Jack never touched him with his mouth. Daniel knew what Jack’s breath felt like on his shoulders, but not his teeth. Knew how intuitive Jack could be with his hands over nipples and skin, but had never felt spit there. Daniel had felt fingers drag along the vein from the base of his cock to the explosion of nerves below the head; felt Jack’s palm and long fingers allow him to push through, dry or lubed. He had felt Jack’s body around him, wrapping him up and grounding him and giving him something to sink into, to make rigid with sudden pleasure, to surprise with tenderness, to make come; but never in his mouth. Daniel had never felt Jack’s tongue on him, the heat of his mouth the way he’d felt the heat of his words or his hands or his cock or his ass.
It left Daniel with a tension that never disappeared, even when the world disappeared into wet strings of come over Jack’s fingers, running down his pant’s leg, leaving drops on the carpet. Even then. Not sated.
“Fuck you, Jack.” He said, reviving, pushing against Jack’s slumped form with his chest, off the front door and to the wall, sloppily reversing who had pinned whom. Daniel’d just missed planting Jack’s head in the corner of a picture frame, but the man didn’t seem to mind. His eyes, while still half lidded, had a spark in them already, ready.
“That can be arranged, Daniel.” In a voice that was an insistent reminder of sex; sex just happened, sex promised, sex never crossing that line.
Daniel’s knees held Jack’s legs apart. Forearms pressed shoulder and elbow into the wall. Daniel’s hands were open, fingers splayed against the texturizing under the paint, between Jack’s temple and the picture frame.
Mouth mere inches from Jack’s. Noses almost touching at the tips. Daniel jutted his chin and tracked his mouth, hot breath and almost touching, over Jack’s chin, across his cheek, back to his mouth, his mouth, in an almost-kiss. Head tilted, lips less than an inch apart, a few hairs, they could have held a bullet between them. He shaped the words carefully, since he spoke so low, so close, almost all breath, “Fuck you, Jack.”
Jack’s eyes darkened, heavy lidded. Daniel could feel his breath as Jack opened his mouth, felt the shift as he raised his unpinned hand between them. The smell was strong, of sex and lust and salt and gunpowder. Jack pushed the tip of his index finger through dry lips, then curled his tongue around it and licked it clean. He drew a second fingertip across his lower lip, and then across Daniel’s; Daniel started when he felt the cool tingle of liquid drying and darted his tongue out to taste.
Jack’s eyes were on his mouth as he leaned in and whispered, “That can be arranged, Daniel.”
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Fannishly:
Aw, my GIRL! YES!
rydra_wong beat out many, MANY slash entries to win the coveted title of 'I Killed Fandom' with her story Leonine! And I most heartily agree that this story is contributing to general Global Warming. 'Grats, Beauty. Most notably for winning with a less recognized (though no less deserving) pairing. Cameron/Teal'c, and seriously HAWT.*dances for Rydra*
Other (really deserving) winners are here, the p0rn battle entries themselves (it's hard to go wrong, really) are here.
I *is shy and proud all at the same time* have been nominated for my first fandom award for the Sam/Daniel fic One Half of the Equation (which I always intended to be p0rnier, but ended up merely PG rated, alas, as their angst issues took precedence) in the Isis Awards which are for Stargate's less common het pairings. The nominations have been posted on the site for reading, though voting doesn't begin until the 15th. I'm fairly tickled that I was nominated, so THANK YOU, lovely nominating people!
[tangent: y'all know, and by that I mean 'heads up new people,' that I have a list of links on the right hand side of my LJ, right? My own fic, my rec lists, links to other pages of note like Pepe's Place and the Isis Awards... just FYI]
And I thought it was time to post the Jack/Daniel p0rn I entered Signe's battle with. It's short comment p0rn, but I am thinking of letting them continue. I'll let you know.
Title: Lip Service
Rating: it's P0RN, people.
Word count: 553
Pairing & Fandom: Jack/Daniel, SG-1
Jack never kissed him.
There were fingers digging in his hip, hands palming his ass, gentle nails down his back and graffiti drawn with fingertips all over his face and thighs and back.
Jack had touched him, deep and shallow and hard and soft, everywhere; even deep into the center where only three lovers had ever gone, with a skill and a surging and a decisiveness that had Daniel momentarily gasping, but never speechless.
Jack never touched him with his mouth. Daniel knew what Jack’s breath felt like on his shoulders, but not his teeth. Knew how intuitive Jack could be with his hands over nipples and skin, but had never felt spit there. Daniel had felt fingers drag along the vein from the base of his cock to the explosion of nerves below the head; felt Jack’s palm and long fingers allow him to push through, dry or lubed. He had felt Jack’s body around him, wrapping him up and grounding him and giving him something to sink into, to make rigid with sudden pleasure, to surprise with tenderness, to make come; but never in his mouth. Daniel had never felt Jack’s tongue on him, the heat of his mouth the way he’d felt the heat of his words or his hands or his cock or his ass.
It left Daniel with a tension that never disappeared, even when the world disappeared into wet strings of come over Jack’s fingers, running down his pant’s leg, leaving drops on the carpet. Even then. Not sated.
“Fuck you, Jack.” He said, reviving, pushing against Jack’s slumped form with his chest, off the front door and to the wall, sloppily reversing who had pinned whom. Daniel’d just missed planting Jack’s head in the corner of a picture frame, but the man didn’t seem to mind. His eyes, while still half lidded, had a spark in them already, ready.
“That can be arranged, Daniel.” In a voice that was an insistent reminder of sex; sex just happened, sex promised, sex never crossing that line.
Daniel’s knees held Jack’s legs apart. Forearms pressed shoulder and elbow into the wall. Daniel’s hands were open, fingers splayed against the texturizing under the paint, between Jack’s temple and the picture frame.
Mouth mere inches from Jack’s. Noses almost touching at the tips. Daniel jutted his chin and tracked his mouth, hot breath and almost touching, over Jack’s chin, across his cheek, back to his mouth, his mouth, in an almost-kiss. Head tilted, lips less than an inch apart, a few hairs, they could have held a bullet between them. He shaped the words carefully, since he spoke so low, so close, almost all breath, “Fuck you, Jack.”
Jack’s eyes darkened, heavy lidded. Daniel could feel his breath as Jack opened his mouth, felt the shift as he raised his unpinned hand between them. The smell was strong, of sex and lust and salt and gunpowder. Jack pushed the tip of his index finger through dry lips, then curled his tongue around it and licked it clean. He drew a second fingertip across his lower lip, and then across Daniel’s; Daniel started when he felt the cool tingle of liquid drying and darted his tongue out to taste.
Jack’s eyes were on his mouth as he leaned in and whispered, “That can be arranged, Daniel.”
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Date: 2006-01-31 10:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-31 10:51 pm (UTC)Congrats!! *throws confetti*
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Date: 2006-01-31 10:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-31 11:08 pm (UTC)Though voting doesn't start until the 15th. This gives people time to read your fic ;)
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Date: 2006-01-31 11:20 pm (UTC)And your nomination makes me very happy ::snuggles:: And your ficlet makes me very... warm ;-)
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Date: 2006-01-31 11:38 pm (UTC)Sorted it in the post, though. *g*
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Date: 2006-01-31 11:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-31 11:39 pm (UTC)Thanks.
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Date: 2006-01-31 11:40 pm (UTC)Thanks.
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Date: 2006-01-31 11:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-31 11:49 pm (UTC)Prokaryote love, baby!!
I *is shy and proud all at the same time* have been nominated for my first fandom award
*Confetti!!* *Champagne!!* *Porn!!* (what?)
Daniel jutted his chin and tracked his mouth, hot breath and almost touching, over Jack’s chin, across his cheek, back to his mouth, his mouth, in an almost-kiss. Head tilted, lips less than an inch apart, a few hairs, they could have held a bullet between them.
Uh... *swallows* Yeah. This one made my mouth water. (Move over, Pavlov). Damn.
*adores*
In other news, I have a shiny-shiny ironclad case of Bulletproof Happy today, and have been bouncing from class to class humming and twirling (I did, really!) and skipping in the sunshine. I whistled. I sang. I told my computer science teacher that I wasn't a 2nd grader.
D is amused, the kids think I'm nuts, and even the shadow of my unfinished stats homework waiting for me tonight isn't enough to bring me down.
*bounces, twirls, and throws more confetti!*
*mwah!*
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Date: 2006-02-01 12:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-01 01:33 am (UTC)*squints* *tilts head* *rereads* You don't fool me. I know you're really a second grader at heart. *points to twirling*
I just spent 45 minutes figuring out how to remote login to the library's electronic journal resources so I could be lazy and capture a figure of magnesium complexed tetracycline instead of just drawing the thing my own self. Am such a lazy BUM. I waste so much time sometimes. *reapplies nose to grindstone*
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Date: 2006-02-01 01:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-01 02:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-01 03:32 am (UTC)And congrats on the nom! It's so nice to see pairings other than the big 2 recognized from time to time. :)
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Date: 2006-02-01 06:17 am (UTC)Did that make sense? It's been a long day. Thanks for the congrats. I have glee.
*glee*
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Date: 2006-02-01 06:19 am (UTC)*gleeful bouncing*
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Date: 2006-02-01 06:20 am (UTC)And HEY, nice snippet that you posted today. YOU go with the D/s 'verse! I'm thrilled to see more of that!
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Date: 2006-02-01 06:29 am (UTC)Oh, I would totally do the same thing. *g* Because someone else's picture is *shiny* and anything I draw is... well, mine, and all I can see are the flaws.
Am such a lazy BUM. I waste so much time sometimes. *reapplies nose to grindstone*
*gently applies Grindstone Ointment to nose* Safety first, you know.
Tonight we prepped another PCR, and I got to explain how to calculate the Master Mix again to almost everyone. We were all very loopy again, telling dirty jokes in between calling out lot numbers and stock concentrations of reagents. I got to make the step-down concentration of 2 of the primers for the class (big whoop, 50uM stepped down to 10uM to be used in a final working concentration of .25uM... easy math), and it was fun. Not as fun as titrating a solution to pH, but fun. *g*
Then I got to program the thermocycler, and was generally obnoxiously happy all night. I bounced, I sang, I couldn't have had the grin wiped off my face with a 2x4.
The Annoying Comp Sci Teacher was giving out post-it notes stuck to the test forms of the few of us who got perfect scores on the exam (speaking for myself it was through sheer dumb luck and a touch of divine intervention). Since we don't keep the test forms, she gave us the post-its to take home and "put on the refrigerator."
When I didn't keep mine she questioned me, and I said "No, second grade was a long time ago." I have a mixed bag of feelings about this teacher. She's clearly trying hard, but just because some of the class is having trouble with the material doesn't give her the right to speak to us like idiot gradeschoolers. I'm only there because I *have* to have the class for graduation.
Jesus, today we learned the difference between serif and sans-serif fonts.
And even THAT didn't touch the Happy. *g*
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Date: 2006-02-01 09:34 am (UTC)*joins in confetti-throwing*
And dude, I have no idea how I killed fandom (it sounds like the sort of thing I should feel guilty about). There were so many truly amazing entries, yours included.
Btw, have you read
Here is no water
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Date: 2006-02-01 10:42 am (UTC)http://community.livejournal.com/stargateficrec/338605.html
It's fun, and you could probably do it easily just off your accumulated recs, and there is goodfic out there that people need to know about!
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Date: 2006-02-01 12:33 pm (UTC)And hel-lo... *fans self*
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Date: 2006-02-01 03:20 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2006-02-01 04:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-01 06:03 pm (UTC)I think it just rocks that you killed fandom. And I don't think you should feel guilty AT ALL. Yup. I loved a lot of entries at the p0rn battle. It was hard to pick just three to vote for (I voted for you *g*) but other than the pony, which obviously anyone would want, all those entries are still there and easy to peruse. Mmmmmmm, p0rn.
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Date: 2006-02-01 06:06 pm (UTC)So tell me, if I rec for a character, does it have to be gen? Or can I rec for Sam and throw in Sam/Rodney fics and some Sam/Daniel and maybe Janet/Sam? See, I don't know how to put fics in categories like that. Or what if it's a team gen fic and I just thought Sam's characterization was really good?
I just figured I'd do my thing here and let other folks plunder my lists if they were reccers *nudge*.
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Date: 2006-02-01 06:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-01 06:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-01 06:24 pm (UTC)All the past recs are archived (and they're now tagging it all) so you can check. And IMHO, there's some really fantastic stuff that hasn't been recc-ed yet.
And you only have to rec a minimum of four fics for a category ...
*tempts*
So tell me, if I rec for a character, does it have to be gen?
Nope.
Or can I rec for Sam and throw in Sam/Rodney fics and some Sam/Daniel and maybe Janet/Sam?
Exactly so. I just finished recc-ing Cameron fic for January, and that included slash and het and team-y gen.
I just figured I'd do my thing here and let other folks plunder my lists if they were reccers *nudge*.
I'm already doing that shamelessly, I think *g*.
But you should cut out the middleman and do some recc-ing there yourself, and take the credit for finding all this stuff. It's fun getting to pimp all the fics you think people really ought to read.