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Entry tags:
- *....,
- *a colonel's work is never done,
- *accurate tagging gives the game away,
- *daniel jackson needs ibuprofin,
- *dmitri lang confounds all comers,
- *fresh from the magibrain,
- *jack is an archetype,
- *jack o'neill hates his author,
- *rabid tag attack,
- *samantha grace carter needs a hug,
- *shoggoths are the reason for the season,
- *should have got more sleep,
- *wait what,
- *well that was random,
- braintic: bead sutra series,
- braintic: pale moonlight,
- braintic: random/assorted,
- braintic: sg1,
- braintic: sg1/rift,
- entry: excerpts,
- entry: excerpts from ancient fics,
- entry: magibraintime oh god why,
- entry: not enough exposition,
- entry: rambledansen,
- fanfic: btr,
- fanfic: sg1,
- fic: the mansions of the dead,
- metafic: commentary,
- metafic: misc,
- show: stargate sg1,
- topic: braintic,
- topic: fic,
- topic: writing
Today was just going to be one of those days. You know. Full of zombies.
Do you ever have one of those days where you're up way too late and you're looking through all your incomplete fics and you come across one where you have no idea when you started it, where you were going with it, or why you thought it was a good idea? But it has a helpful summary at the top, something like
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I mean, this happens to you guys all the time, right? Just part of the package of being a distractable sort of being and also a fic writer? Y'all should share your stories with me here. Or something.
Other things I've found in my poking around because I'm all alone in the house/on the internet and for some reason not tired at all:
I feel like this is sorta the fanfiction equivalent of Texts From Last Night. Fanfictions From Previous Days? Yeah.
(That one where Sam goes missing for a while and comes back with no memory of where she's been, but with a few new nervous tics, a preoccupied air, and a strange compulsion to build an alien clock.)
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I mean, this happens to you guys all the time, right? Just part of the package of being a distractable sort of being and also a fic writer? Y'all should share your stories with me here. Or something.
Other things I've found in my poking around because I'm all alone in the house/on the internet and for some reason not tired at all:
Jack's mission report for P2M-477 was subtitled Everything I Know About Foreign Policy I Learned From Watching You Idiots Screw It Up, but it was subtitled in very small, white text that didn't print out.
Understandably concerned by the altercation in the Gateroom, the base commander on duty ordered contact to be established with SG-1 – which it was, easily, at 03:13. The conversation revealed that, no, Major Carter and Doctor Jackson had probably not limped home and started shooting up the Gateroom, as even at that moment one of them was arguing the concept of manifest destiny with a lord's vassal and the other was surreptitiously scanning a rock. No, Colonel O'Neill didn't know why she was scanning a rock. He suspected it had looked at her funny. He sounded relieved when they were ordered back to the SGC.
Jack was suddenly extraordinarily glad he hadn't convinced Daniel to come out for fishing. Daniel probably would have stuck his face into it. "Right. What was that?"
"Trans-Universal Rift," Dmitri said, like she'd already explained this and expected it to have made sense. She tilted her head at him. "Oh, zambesianus. I didn't wake you up, did I?"
Well, if she was there to rob him, she was doing a marvelous job. Jack was so disoriented she could have walked out with his refrigerator and he might not have known how to react.
"Yes," he said, and lowered the pistol. Crazy, maybe, and in cahoots with a giant universe shredder, but he wasn't gettingdangerous off her. "You did. You want to try explaining what you're doing here one more time? Use small words, this time."
Dmitri blinked, then flashed a grin which came close to showing every tooth she had. "Pleasure to." She hiked a thumb at the lightshow. "That is a hole in reality. I fell through it."
Jack digested that for a moment.
"Ah," he said. "Why didn't you just say so?"
"Carter? Call the real Freyr, will you?" Jack gestured toward the controls. She nodded, and stepped up to the stones. A moment later, a holographic Asgard appeared.
"SG-1," he identified tersely.
"Freyr!" Jack exclaimed.
The Asgard narrowed his eyes. "I am Tyr."
"...Tyr!" Jack exclaimed.
Colonel O'Neill showed up for the review three minutes late and with a suspicious blue stain on the collar of his jacket. Sam didn't ask what it was. Honestly, it probably said something that she'd even noticed it against the olive drab; besides, given the Colonel, it would either be something completely ridiculous like jello or commissary cake frosting, or something she'd be happier not knowing about, in some way.
Given the Colonel, she was probably lucky this meeting wasn't taking place in the commissary. Actually, she was given to understand that it had been scheduled there until Hammond had taken the Colonel aside and told him to use this office, to which he'd reluctantly agreed. Something about the lack of ready access to pie and coffee in this particular venue seemed to disappoint him.
Sam wasn't entirely sure he realized that the office was his.
He has the feeling that Ma'at wasn't a verb until just now.
I feel like this is sorta the fanfiction equivalent of Texts From Last Night. Fanfictions From Previous Days? Yeah.
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