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i can't even blame monday for this one
children of dune - leto 1
Why am I writing hideously depressing Rodney-leaves-John-for-babies-with-Keller fic? I'm seriously not that much of a masochist. I kind of hate Rodney right now.

Okay, the thing is? This is literally the kind of fic I would not only hate, but like, turn into some kind of silent, secret grudge against the author for years (my grudges are special; no one knows about them except me and I forget about them regularly. I am not what anyone sane would call a dangerous enemy here), and my relationship with myself shouldn't be strained, don't you think?


Would alcohol help? Or you know, a razor? I'm open to suggestions.

P.S No, I am not writing John as an alcoholic cutter either. Though honestly, the way this thing is shaping up, I'm not sure it would be all that much worse.

I would go with the alcohol. That kind of fic should NEVER EVER happen. Maybe switch it around and have Rodney leave Keller for babies with John. Awesomeness for everyone. *nodsnods*

Now go drink until these bad thoughts go away.

I know! I'm depressing myself here. *shudders*

This is literally the kind of fic I would not only hate, but like, turn into some kind of silent, secret grudge against the author for years

And with good reason. *begins holding a not-quite-secret grudge against you RIGHT NOW*

Hey, you have to get in line behind me.


I would read that fic and cry into my wine. And possibly make up future-scenarios in my head to make it all better.

*giggles hysterically*

Ahhh, there are about five million versions of Rodney and John frolicking about the internet, I'm sure there's room for at least one where Rodney spurns John for baby making with Keller - god knows there's enough versions of fanfic Katie out there growing a glasshouse of plants with her salty sad heartbroken tears. John can sit there in the dark, dressed in black, strumming his guitar, playing sad tunes with the tears that drip down his turkey flavoured solider cheeks.

Fanfic Rodney is enough of a manslut to go around. For that instance the same can be said for canon Rodney...

What happened to using your powers for good? Plus, it's nearly Christmas. I'm gonna go re-read Dealing with the Unexpected to overcome the trauma occasioned by your fic summary.

I haven't written anything in three months and now this? It's like some kind of weird--I don't even know.

I have nothing useful to advise – except perhaps that this sounds like the beginning of a quite promising Harlequin fic (beginning, you hear me, beginning). Mainly, though, I wanted to see this most excellent sentence again: my relationship with myself shouldn't be strained, don't you think?

It does have that Harlequinesque thing going on, doesn't it?

... see, I'd actually kind of like to read that, because I think a story in which Rodney tries to reconcile his (canonical) desire for some kind of white picket fence and 2.5 kid suburbia fantasy with a relationship that is unlikely to EVER lead to that would be very interesting to read, especially if it's not a setup for Rodney putting his suburbia fantasy aside and marrying John. But I don't OTP, so maybe that's just me. *g*

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*growling softly* This can't be healthy.


I would so, so not read that. *is traumatized enough already* :D

I'd like to not be writing it.

You know, you could be finishing "Rules of Attraction" and making lots of people stand in line to worship you. Just a thought.

Okay, I'm sort of pointing and laughing right now. But it's been the kind of day where I needed a good giggle, so thank you.

Hmmm. Also, even if it's the type of fic you'd hate on general principle, I say write it. Try to write it short, but write it to get it out of your headspace so you can move to a new idea that makes you all squeeful. (That's my rationale for every time I write break-up fic with a depressing ending. I do it with the understanding that once htis idea is in words and posted, I expect my subconsicous to come up with at least two happy endings and one purely pwp-no-other-point story ideas. It... sometimes works.)

That may be the only solution.

Emo John beseeches you not to make him cut his wrists... again.

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I'm... very interested in reading this, actually.