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bored bored bored. have some end of the year memes
first line of fic and lj posts. Conclusion: I write lots of BSG fic. (also, at this rate, the get Sam Anders Laid Promptathon is going to amount to me writing a "ten people Sam never frakked" fic)
Jan: 1. Alive. Yay. Had lots of fun and watched crack!TV, and, um... Gabrielle in Indiana Jones wear? Can I have one?
Feb: Will contain spoilers through Taking a Break, read at own risk, etc.
Mar: Our file drawers are not loose enough, apparently. Despite the fact that you can comfortably get into the files without a problem, I have been ordered to do the stupidest thing EVER. It's going to be a complete waste of my time, AND make filing take TWICE AS LONG afterwards.
Apr: I'll probably update this more, but...
May: I have an evil, yet hot, robot now. She will have to torture Scott and Carter with her blade later. Or maybe stick her fingers in their foreheads.
Jun: 1. I have mopped the frakking kitchen floor. omg.
Jul: ...I did not think it was that late. Although. It means this banner just took me something like five hours.
Aug: So is having SG-1 season ten. However. A couple of quibbles.
Sep: Stupid people need to get off this network so I can read my flist, DAMMIT.
Oct: 1. qwirky stop sending your skwirrl minions to run in front of my car! I like my brakes, but not that much!
Nov: And this place is fucking gorgeous,. OMG. Just. GORGEOUS.
Dec: 1. Collect prompts! Sam needs to get laid. A lot. So, they should go something like... Person to pair him with, and a word/phrase/object for the prompt. example: Kendra Shaw, cookies; And to make it easier for me, if you have more than one prompt for that character, separate it by a comma or a ;, instead of creating a new line. Crossovers are allowed and encouraged, and should go: Crossover: Red Dwarf, Kristine Kochanski, superiority.
Jan: "This is not justice."
Feb: "I don't love you," she says. (Six/Anders, hey, Cujoy, y'know that speculation for season four? http://lyssie.livejournal.com/991893.html though, not so much with the season fourness.)
Mar: Anastasia Dualla had always thought of herself as a good girl. But right at the moment, she wasn't so sure about that.
Apr: There is blood everywhere. So much of it, it stains her pants from blue to black, the material soaking it up as she kneels in it, leaning over him.
May: In a little-known town, in a little-known place (well, once, it was well-known. Now it's less well-known, but that's a condescending rant for another time), there is a building. It can be anything, to anyone, but in general it looks like your generic English Pub from Ye Olde Britain, complete with neatly, ornately-lettered sign which proclaimed 'Subreality Cafe'.
Jun: If it were just sex that Sam wants, you think you could handle that.
Jul: It's a dream.
Sam knows that, but it doesn't help.
Aug: "You're not my wife." (you know, I suppose I should title, disclaimer and make sure this fic is over 1000 words)
Sep: Sam was drunk. Hell, he was more than drunk, he was wasted and knew it. He was walking into tents and ropes and falling into the dirt every couple of steps--he would have been falling into mud, but the rain had been holding off for days, leaving some to worry that the crops they'd planted would wilt. Sam didn't care about crops, right then, he was more worried about being slightly clean by the time he got back home.
Oct: Robert Goren is nervous. From where she's standing, Alex Eames can feel the emotion spilling over--she thinks it might be a leftover piece of broken Bobby from the death of his mother, but it's not something she's prepared to speculate about. Not here and now, at least.
Nov: Watching Kara and Lee as she hugged him and joked with him, Sam realized he and Kara would never
have that sort of connection. Pretty soon, he'd be moving down to New Caprica, to join the other civilians, and Kara... Kara would stay where she belonged, on Galactica, where she could fly with Apollo. She might have come back for Sam, but it hadn't been for love.
Dec: It was mid-afternoon on New Caprica, and somewhere, someone was probably marking them as absent and derelict of duty, or something like that. Maybe they'd even be fined for not getting out of bed to come haul piles of rock and supplies around. Sam Anders didn't really care. He was stretched out next to Kara Thrace, trailing his fingers absently over her abdomen and sometimes brushing her hair back from her face.
Jan: 1. Alive. Yay. Had lots of fun and watched crack!TV, and, um... Gabrielle in Indiana Jones wear? Can I have one?
Feb: Will contain spoilers through Taking a Break, read at own risk, etc.
Mar: Our file drawers are not loose enough, apparently. Despite the fact that you can comfortably get into the files without a problem, I have been ordered to do the stupidest thing EVER. It's going to be a complete waste of my time, AND make filing take TWICE AS LONG afterwards.
Apr: I'll probably update this more, but...
May: I have an evil, yet hot, robot now. She will have to torture Scott and Carter with her blade later. Or maybe stick her fingers in their foreheads.
Jun: 1. I have mopped the frakking kitchen floor. omg.
Jul: ...I did not think it was that late. Although. It means this banner just took me something like five hours.
Aug: So is having SG-1 season ten. However. A couple of quibbles.
Sep: Stupid people need to get off this network so I can read my flist, DAMMIT.
Oct: 1. qwirky stop sending your skwirrl minions to run in front of my car! I like my brakes, but not that much!
Nov: And this place is fucking gorgeous,. OMG. Just. GORGEOUS.
Dec: 1. Collect prompts! Sam needs to get laid. A lot. So, they should go something like... Person to pair him with, and a word/phrase/object for the prompt. example: Kendra Shaw, cookies; And to make it easier for me, if you have more than one prompt for that character, separate it by a comma or a ;, instead of creating a new line. Crossovers are allowed and encouraged, and should go: Crossover: Red Dwarf, Kristine Kochanski, superiority.
Jan: "This is not justice."
Feb: "I don't love you," she says. (Six/Anders, hey, Cujoy, y'know that speculation for season four? http://lyssie.livejournal.com/991893.html though, not so much with the season fourness.)
Mar: Anastasia Dualla had always thought of herself as a good girl. But right at the moment, she wasn't so sure about that.
Apr: There is blood everywhere. So much of it, it stains her pants from blue to black, the material soaking it up as she kneels in it, leaning over him.
May: In a little-known town, in a little-known place (well, once, it was well-known. Now it's less well-known, but that's a condescending rant for another time), there is a building. It can be anything, to anyone, but in general it looks like your generic English Pub from Ye Olde Britain, complete with neatly, ornately-lettered sign which proclaimed 'Subreality Cafe'.
Jun: If it were just sex that Sam wants, you think you could handle that.
Jul: It's a dream.
Sam knows that, but it doesn't help.
Aug: "You're not my wife." (you know, I suppose I should title, disclaimer and make sure this fic is over 1000 words)
Sep: Sam was drunk. Hell, he was more than drunk, he was wasted and knew it. He was walking into tents and ropes and falling into the dirt every couple of steps--he would have been falling into mud, but the rain had been holding off for days, leaving some to worry that the crops they'd planted would wilt. Sam didn't care about crops, right then, he was more worried about being slightly clean by the time he got back home.
Oct: Robert Goren is nervous. From where she's standing, Alex Eames can feel the emotion spilling over--she thinks it might be a leftover piece of broken Bobby from the death of his mother, but it's not something she's prepared to speculate about. Not here and now, at least.
Nov: Watching Kara and Lee as she hugged him and joked with him, Sam realized he and Kara would never
have that sort of connection. Pretty soon, he'd be moving down to New Caprica, to join the other civilians, and Kara... Kara would stay where she belonged, on Galactica, where she could fly with Apollo. She might have come back for Sam, but it hadn't been for love.
Dec: It was mid-afternoon on New Caprica, and somewhere, someone was probably marking them as absent and derelict of duty, or something like that. Maybe they'd even be fined for not getting out of bed to come haul piles of rock and supplies around. Sam Anders didn't really care. He was stretched out next to Kara Thrace, trailing his fingers absently over her abdomen and sometimes brushing her hair back from her face.
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And thanks for linking that, because reading it made me feel seriously better. This has not been the greatest week of my life, and reading that news tonight about Trucco's accident - GAH. I'm kinda shell shocked at the moment.
I could go through all the details of how not good a week this has been, but lets just say it started with a gallstone on Sunday, followed immediately by being locked in the "War Room" on Monday, being harangued by this JERK of a customer who wants hourly reports... Then my birthday on Tuesday which... Lets just say I'm glad my family celebrated with me last weekend because Tuesday was a complete shit hole of a day. Nobody could even take me to lunch because I had to go to the DMV because I'd forgotten to get my driver's license renewed before Thanksgiving, and haven't had time since. Topped with the JERK ordering us into his office on Wed, across town, an hour earlier then usual in the fracking SNOW? Thursday was an eleven hour day at the office, and the Bears lost, which makes Scott and Andrew all grumpy and today the network was down, and we had a Christmas party at a Mexican restraunt, with no spouses and no open bar. So what was the point? And then I come home from this lame ass Christmas party and read that news about Trucco.
OK - at least the Trucco news puts all this in perspective.
Gah.
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Aw, hon. *snuggles* I'm so sorry. :/
Yeah, but that does sound like a shit week. *snuggles s'more*
I will try getting more Kara and Sam written later.
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The funny thing about Anders meta is that I usually come up with all the same stuff, only a day late and a dollar short. ;)
I was thinking all Summer that it would be interesting to see Caprica's reaction if Sam showed up in her cell window. And then those spoilers started showing up, so I was feeling a little bit psychic myself at the time. Heh.
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I'm just incredibly enthusiastic that there are more than just me and Lizbeth making meta commentary on Sam. Because there's tons for Kara, Lee, Adama, Roslin, etc. But Sam? Not so much.
Yes, yes it would be interesting. There are so many lost opportunities for Sam to interact with people. Sigh. Like, he and Tigh. Or he and Sharon, or Helo. Bah.