Friday blah

[lizardbeth]

I'm in some sort of creative dry spell. Can't write anything lately. It's not even that it's not good, it's just not there.

I've lost my mojo! ZOMG! *weeps*

But I did ALL the BSG quizzes at Skiffy and missed only one. (Stupid Kat and her stupid drug dealing boyfriend.) I am a goddess of trivia, yes. And now I desperately want to read a fic where Papa Adama has to take care of Nicky, because that option made me snorfle my tea.

And Baal won for best villain over on the SG-1 side. Yay! Though "Camelot" won over "Pegasus Project" and "Fifth Race" to get to round three of the Best Episode Deathmatch. "Camelot"? huh. okay.

Been re-upping my stuff to the Pit o Voles. I hate that the upload always wipes my scene breaks -- no matter how I format them, they always get killed and I have to go back in and put them back by hand. I ALWAYS miss at least one. Grr.

Prompts? Maybe that'll bring the mojo back...

Comments

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Fifth Race is... not better than Camelot.

And, hrm. I do -=- for my scene breaks, and iirc, they stay.

As for prompts. Um. Um.

Sam. Crisps.

Sharon, Sam. Bottles.

Jean Grey, Kara Thrace. "I met her in a bar on 42nd street..."

[lizardbeth-j.livejournal.com]

I don't remember Camelot, though I'm pretty sure I saw it. At least Fifth Race I remember, and I haven't seen it in years.

ah,perhaps that's the secret --I've tried numerous things but they always disappear. Even uploading as a html file with hr breaks vanishes. it was irksome, when I use lots of breaks.

hm...

"This is for you," Sam brought his arm from behind his back and held out the bottle toward Sharon. She took it, arching a brow at him curiously. He grinned at her. "Sharon Agathon. I thought you should have a present. It's traditional."

She looked down at the full bottle, and the twist of wire someone, probably Sam himself, around the neck. The gesture made a small hard lump form in her chest and her eyes suddenly felt hot. Silly, to almost cry over a bottle of Chief's hooch.

Her grip tightened, and she bit her lip. "Thank you, Sam."

"You're welcome. I wanted to bring one to the wedding, but uh," his expression shifted to guilty, "Kara and I drank it on the way up."

Sharon laughed, and shook her head at him. "Why am I not surprised?" She hefted the bottle. "Come on, let's go crack this open and celebrate. I'm not the only one who got married."

"I promised Karl I'd play pyramid with him when he gets off duty," Sam tried to demur and she punched him in the arm.

"Then I definitely have to get you drunk or you'll wipe the floor with him, and he'll be cranky. Although Kara says you're a cheap date, so it probably won't take much," she teased.

He mock glowered, but accepted the challenge as she knew he would. "We'll see who drinks who under the table, Mrs. Agathon. Though I think Cylons have an unfair advantage," he whined, but it had no bite at all, holding nothing of the barb she was accustomed to hearing, even from Starbuck. Helo's voice didn't, of course, but then he rarely teased her about being a Cylon.

How did Sam accept her so easily, after all he'd seen and done? She had no illusions that he hadn't killed other model Eights before, but here he was, bringing her presents and ribbing her like he would Starbuck. It was something precious, and she wondered how she could ever give him anything so important in return. Hopefully being his friend was enough, because that was all she had.

"I have no advantage that your six inches and fifty pounds don't make up for," she retorted and started down the corridor. "You coming, pyramid boy?" She waved the bottle. "And there's another in my quarters if we run out. Come on, we've got to get a head start, or Karl and Starbuck will drink it all."

He hurried after her. "Good point."

As they walked, she marvelled that she should be here, a Cylon walking the corridors of the Galactica with her friend, the leader of the Caprican rebellion. Two years ago they would have killed each other without a second's thought, and now she would defend him, and she was sure he would do the same for her.

Everything in her life had changed, again, and finally for the better.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Camelot had Cam sword-fighting. And bad Arthurian legend. And also everyone getting blown-up at the end...

Oooh. Whoot!

How ironic. In two years, Sharon, you're going to need to do the same for Sam.

[lizardbeth-j.livejournal.com]

But it was BAD swordfighting, and hideous legend smooshing. Okay, I grant, the blowing up was good. But .... cute little naked Asgard running around! and the head-grabby thingy, and Jack talking in horrible Latin that Daniel inexplicably can't figure out without a dictionary! Come on, it's hilarious.

Yep. I keep vaguely wanting to do either Helo tells Sam about Kara's death, or Sharon finds out about Sam's Final Five-ness. Because that has wild potential for all sorts of things.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

That is because Ben knows that Gigi will always kick his ass with a sword.

I would like both, pls.

Also, I would like Sam to kiss men next season. It would be pretty.

[lizardbeth-j.livejournal.com]

be careful what you wish for, cuz if Sammy's off kissing boys, then Kara's kissing someone ELSE, and we can guess who.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Nuh-uh. Kara is watching. And then kicking said boys out of their bedroom and sexing her husband. Who has a lot more stamina than most men.

[lizardbeth-j.livejournal.com]

I certainly can't blame her. And there are MANY benefits to having a cylon as a partner. Just ask Helo...

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Sam says he was unaware of the whole cylon thing. He just always thought he really was that good.

Kara grumpily says, no wonder he never fell asleep right after the sex.

[lizardbeth-j.livejournal.com]

men always do.

it explains that strange reddish glow the few times she let him be on top too. Kara always wondered about that, but thought it was just her eyes playing tricks (and maybe the chief's hooch).

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

In her experience (except for Gaius, who didn't have time...), yes.

Is it wrong that I'm kind of hoping Kara will tackle him and be exceedingly cute in the season opener? Because that might make up for any later stupidity involving locking him in the brig.

[lizardbeth-j.livejournal.com]

oh, yes, tackle!kiss would be awesome. Although that presumes SHE won't be the one in the brig first. RTF thinks she's dead, and regardless what WE think, their first answer is going to be CYLON!OMG!

Maybe she'll try to resist and get to him and the marines will drag her away. awww... Plus the irony of Kara being in the brig as a suspected Cylon, while Sam is free and KNOWS he is one, has gotta be hard to resist. I can see Sam telling the others they have to come forward to get Kara out, and Tigh refusing so it stays their secret. And then Sam goes to break Kara out, because he's a Big Damn Hero and he'd rather she go free even if he's caught.

Then they steal a small ship and go be pirates!

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

PIRATES. YES.

I endorse this idea heartily, matey.

(which means you should write it, of course. *cute look*)

[raincitygirl.livejournal.com]

Oh man, this is just AWESOME. Should totally get its own entry. And the bitter dramatic irony....

[raincitygirl.livejournal.com]

Damnit. I was trying to reply to teh comment ficlet.

[lizardbeth-j.livejournal.com]

thanks! *g* okay, I will... after I put in a verb I misplaced. Dumb comment non-editing.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

*prompts again*

Midnighter. fire and brimstone.

To Bring Hell

[lizardbeth-j.livejournal.com]

When Apollo was taken by those fucking imposters, I knew what I wanted to do. I was going to find them, and I was going to rip them apart with my bare hands, start with fingernails and work inward. Flesh and blood, and hair and skin, until they all howled for mercy. And I would say nothing and break every bone in their bodies, while my own skin remained cold and inside even colder. Revenge is best-served cold, they say, and there is no one colder than I am without him.

But before I could enact my revenge, there was one little problem giggling in my ear: Jenny Quantum. She needed protection and care, and I was the only person I trusted in the whole world to give her those things. Well, if I could find them, I'd dump her off on Majestic or Zealot, because nobody fucks with them and they know Jenny, but they'd made themselves scarce. That left me. Furious as I was, revenge would have to wait until Jenny was safe.

But soon, I would bring them hell, and they'd learn why it was a terrible, terrible thing to steal the source of my warmth away from me.

Re: To Bring Hell

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

*gleeful* I do so love you.

Re: To Bring Hell

[lizardbeth-j.livejournal.com]

:D I can't even remember anymore how that arc ended, I'm ashamed to admit. I just remember that bit about the Midnighter-doppelganger beating the crap out of Apollo and thinking "Boy, are they gonna need couples therapy and it probably still wouldn't work."

Makes me all nostalgic for Old Skool Stormwatch and Authority.