changing the meme to suit my own purposes

[minxy]

Comment, telling me you want me to meme you, and I'll--

1 - Tell you why I friended you. Assuming I can remember :)
2 - Associate you with something. A fandom, a song, a colour, a piece of fruit. SOMETHING.
3 - Tell you something I like about you.
4 - Tell you a memory I have of you, or completely fabricate something.
5 - Associate you with a character/pairing.
6 - Ask something I've always wanted to know about you. (Or else I'll just ask a random question. I reserve that right.)
7 - Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
8 - In return, you must spread this disease in your LJ, or answer the same questions about me in a comment. Or, you know, not. (I'm low-maintenance like that.)

I was askeered to do this meme until danvers insisted, because there are so many lurkers and I'm afraid, see, that someone will comment and I *won't remember who you are*. I'm over it, though, in fact, I would like to INVITE lurkers and various aquaintances, as well as close LJ buddies, to comment with question answers and at the very least I'll comment fic you off something you said in your answers or something, and then I get to know a little more about who you are, so it's win-win!

Comments

[lilyayl.livejournal.com]

meme me :)

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1. Well, I'm aquainted with too many lily's on LJ, so I shall have to say that we met fighting over the last bar of extra dark chocolate in the campus bookstore.
2. I shall now associate you with, hrm... a long leather skirt. Yes.
3. That you commented yay!

(tbc)

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4/5 - Kate was unsteady; she was sure she was crossing a line, showing up uninvited. She and Teyla had come to share meals together, speak during social events for hours on end, they'd even spoken of serious things on a balcony overlooking the East pier. Kate knew Teyla did not share needlessly and knew also that she had her reasons for cancelling their standing professional appointment. Still, Teyla's team had asked her to come; Ronon even explicitly stating that none of them knew what to say.

So she was here, entering Teyla's quarters in a quasi-professional way with a bag of distractions over her shoulder.

Teyla was lying in rather a distracting position, on her side the plush fur that served as a rug, one leg drawn up preternaturally high behind her head. Kate's silence waiting for her to resume looking forward and carefully release the pose was as much lack of breath as anything else.

"Hello," Teyla said, and her voice sounded tired.
"I checked on the boys in the infirmary," Kate said, "they seemed more concerned about you."
"They are all here, and well," Teyla said, as though reminding herself.
"They're frightened for you," Kate responded, realizing the truth of it and remembering John's face in the infirmary, "can I ask what happened?"

Teyla took a long time breathing in the air to answer, so Kate settled herself in a similar crosslegged pose on the carpet. She caught herself tilting her head in a professional way and stopped. She felt herself cataloguing hints of PTSD symptoms in Teyla and made herself quiet.

Finally Teyla opened her mouth to speak, and Kate had to make herself listen for the sounds instead of just watching as though she could see breath through lips. "I was.." Teyla shook her head slighly as though she couldn't find the words. "I was frightened myself." And then she shook her head again as if shaking off the emotion and implication of fear.

And then Kate understood that that was the heart of the matter, at it's most pure. She stopped concerning herself with whether she would be professionally obligated to report her discussion with Teyla or write down notes later; Teyla was more self aware at that moment than Kate could ever lead her to be.

"I brought some things to distract you, if that's what you want," Kate said, all stuttering voice now the professionalism was irrelevant, "but I can leave you too, if you'd prefer." At the slight quirk of an eyebrow Kate unslung her bag and displayed the three items of frivolity she had in her possession. Teyla picked one of them up. "I've been thinking of dying my hair red," Kate explained, and wondered if Teyla remembered the conversation they'd had. Teyla skipped over the tube of face mask and picked up the cucumber. "I had to trade with the kitchen staff," Kate said wryly.

"Is it a food item?" Teyla asked, and Kate thought suddenly that of course Teyla wouldn't know what Earth food looked like unprepared if it had been grown in the Lantian kitchen greenhouse and not on the mainland.

"Yes, and if you've had a long day, cold slices on your closed eyelids can feel good..." Kate trailed off as Teyla got a particularly mischevious look on her face and tested the weight of the vegetable in her hand as though she were going to throw it.

"It does not look like a food item," Teyla said, with at least half a smile. Kate blushed, but couldn't look away. After all, she reasoned, she's come there to distract Teyla, she was entitled to watch her handiwork as the woman smiled.

And a smiling Teyla was worth watching.

"What I would most like," Teyla said, eyes looking away and then back, boldly, to Kate, "is to be held. To sleep, and not be alone." Kate felt her smile ease off her face as she understood what Teyla was asking.

And then she knew with great certainty that she would not be returning to her quarters to write a report, or for any other reason. Kate smiled again at Teyla, and freely watched to see if she smiled back.

6 - I shall now ask you to answer the same questions about me.
7 - I love the icon you have of Teyla from S1, leaving a room and looking over her shoulder. Not only is her hair gorgeous, but her hand just draws the eye.

[lilyayl.livejournal.com]

You have, you should know, made my night/early morning.

That is fantastic. :) Merci!

[http://users.livejournal.com/_minxy_/]

You have, you should know, made my night/early morning.

One of the best compliments ever.

[lilyayl.livejournal.com]

1 - I have absolutely no idea. See #4? Do you write much in the way of Rodney/Radek, Kate/Teyla, or Vala/(Daniel or Sam)?
2 - Kitsune
3 - You wrote a great Teyla/Kate fic!
4 - It wasn't a chocolate bar we fought over, though one was involved. I can't remember who was buying it though, or if we both were. I had the last book you need for a course that I wasn't even taking. Somehow that led to a discussion of SGA and dark chocolate. If you remember the exact progression of that conversation, please, clue me in. Anyway, I'm glad for it.
5 - Teyla
6 - How exactly do you get your hair to do what it does?
7 - Down to three: Jayne b/c that is a great episode and a fantastic cut. Inara b/c I love the coloring. And John mit bird b/c it makes me think of Discworld.

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Do you write much in the way of Rodney/Radek, Kate/Teyla, or Vala/(Daniel or Sam)?

You've just prompted my very first Kate/Teyla, though I've always loved the pairing because my name is Kate and I adore the idea that I get the girl, omg! I once wrote a little Sam/Teyla in the middle of a deceptively poly fic, but that's as much femslash as I've written. I need to remedy that. Vala/Sam has great pirating potential.

6 - How exactly do you get your hair to do what it does?

It's the 'if you can't beat 'em, join 'em and play to their strengths' mentality. My hair is straight, and it's never going to be anything but. I gave up coloring it, curling it, using products or otherwise doing anything to it other than blow drying and getting it cut *really* *well*.

That Inara icon is gorgeous, but there is something just so Dada about John with the bird. I suspect it's a statement about his hair, but I like it as absurdist art.

So terribly pleased to meet another dark chocolate fan. What on earth were you doing with a science textbook if you weren't taking the class, though?

[lilyayl.livejournal.com]

In high school I wanted to go into science. I realized my senior year though that while I loved the ideas and arranging experiments (something we got to do quite a bit of), I was not good with remembering and manipulating numbers. I still regret that my freshman self wasn't brave enough to keep trying (though I don't regret studying lit and history) and I check out the science textbooks every now and then. Yours must have been very interesting.