seperis

Okay, so. Sucky two weeks. And here's the thing. I keep staring at Word, and all that comes out is terrifying imaginary conversations between Joan Sheppard and John Sheppard after a strange wormhole incident involving Rodney's fear of Moby Dick. I'm torn, because I can't figure out which of them will finally admit that when Ronon came to Atlantis, that evaluation was their idea of very good porn.

...I can't see as a wholesome conversation. I have this sinking feeling they'd go to bars and drink competitively and talk about how much their fathers suck while the two Rodneys watch in horror and pretend that they're not buying them drinks in hopes they'll accidentally start making out. Preferably while wearing thigh holsters.

Joan will make a lot of bad Moby Dick jokes and John will think they are hilarious. It segues into earnest discussion on the pros and cons of anal and vaginal sex and two appalling hours while they compare and contast the Rodneys' technique. It all ends in hangovers and jumper races and that thing where they wont' talk but make a lot of facial expressions that are a language all their own and Sam might just kill herself sitting through that meeting.

Later, Ronon slips the Rodneys more alcohol for a last ditch effort on the making out in return for footage.

I know, I should sleep. You know. Eventually. Bit punchy today.