Icon prompts!

[thegrrrl2002]

I feel like writing but I'm all aimless and unfocused. ::flails:: It's the holidays. Too much stuff going on. Although, not really--I'm not very busy this week. I think it's the thinking about having stuff to do in the future that is distracting me. How silly is that?

So anyway, I'm calling for icon prompts. The way it works is:

1. You post a comment.

2. I'll write a SGA drabble/ficlet inspired by the icon you've used.

Because I love icons. Icons are such happy things. I think everyone should do this meme in their own journals. ::eyes flist:: And yes, by everyone, I mean YOU.

ETA: Eeep! Okay, that's enough now for me to work with! ::pets pretty icons:: Oooh, inspiring!!

ETA2: Warning: Ficlets may contain spoilers for SGA 3.12 "Echoes".

Comments

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

(::giggles:: The size of Buicks! OMG, I loved that scene.)

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"You have to dig a big hole," John said, "and line it with rocks. Then you build a wood fire over the rocks--oh, hey, Rodney."

Rodney put his tray on the table, took the chair next to Ronon and nodded a greeting to Teyla. "Building a fire? What are you talking about?"

"Something called a clambake," Ronon said.

Teyla leaned forward. "It sounds very intriguing."

Rodney glared, doing his best to spread the power of it evenly over all of them. "Don’t even think it."

Ronon frowned. "What?"

"Relax, Rodney, this isn't about Sam." And there it was again, that flicker of annoyance on John's face, as if maybe he would have liked it to be. "Didn't you hear? The marine biologists found descendants of your giant lobsters."

"And you want to eat them." Rodney sipped his coffee indignantly.

"Well, yeah. Sheppard says they're good eating." Ronon looked to John for confirmation.

John nodded vigorously. "Throw in a couple of those giant clams, a bunch of potatoes--come on Rodney, it will be fun."

"And just how big are these 'lobsters'?"

"About six feet long. With great big claws, too."

"Gonna need a really big hole," Ronon said.

"And lot of butter," John added.

"They seem as though they'd be difficult to eat--you must break them open first?" Teyla asked.

"Oh yeah. It's a real mess." John patted Ronon's arm. "And you're supposed to eat them with your fingers."

"Cool." Ronon sat back. "I'm in. When do we get started?"

Rodney blinked at them, struck by the image of John sitting on the beach, eating with his fingers, butter dripping down his chin. He would probably be barefoot. Maybe wearing shorts.

Hell, maybe even shirtless.

With butter. Lots of butter.

"Um--" Rodney held up a finger, halting their discussion of hole-digging techniques. "We use a jumper, the one with the winch. Fire one, maybe two drones, and we have a pit. We use the winch to grab rocks from the south side of the continent. Come on, come on," he said, snapping his fingers. "Let's get moving! We start right now, and it should be ready by dinner tonight."

They scrambled after him as he raced toward the jumper bay.

[dar-jeeling.livejournal.com]

I'm suddenly very hungry. Although I'm not quite sure for what. :D!

Love it. ♥

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Hee! Thank you!

I was craving lobster all day because of it. *g*

[feather-autant.livejournal.com]

Okay, now *that's* a pretty picture! John on a beach, hair ruffled by the breeze, flickering firelight, shirt off, happy and relaxed, licking his fingers. Oh yeah. I can see Rodney doing everything in his power to make it happen. *g*

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Mmmm...yeah. I can see it myself.

::sighs dreamily::

[mmmchelle.livejournal.com]

Nothing like the image of a shirtless John with butter dripping down his fingers to motivate Rodney. /g/

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure those fingers end up in Rodney's mouth by the end of the night. *g*