And all I can focus on is this story that Sean Spicer stole a mini-fridge from junior White House staffers.
And all I can focus on is this story that Sean Spicer stole a mini-fridge from junior White House staffers.
Rec Category: Threesomes (specifically, Rodney/John/Radek)
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Radek Zelenka
Warnings: The initial story by Julad is a bit angsty for McSheppers
Author on LJ: astolat
Author's Website: See the AO3
Link: If There Be Thorns on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: My suggestion is to start with the story that inspired this one, which is Rodney/Radek, with pining!John (Beneath the Roses by Julad). Then Astolat took that idea and galloped off in a threesome direction. Great writing, excellent characterisation, some nice snark, and hot as hell - they're both great reading.
"Thanks to you, Rodney is now convinced he is irresistible gift of God to all humanity," Zelenka said, with profound disgust. "He is busy refining lottery scheduling algorithm for fair allocation of shares of his free time."
"You've got to be kidding me," John said, and then added hastily, "Okay, never mind," when Zelenka glared.
"Now he and his ego will have exclusive relationship," Zelenka said. "Nobody wins! Unless you have significantly more tolerance than I do, in which case congratulations, he is all yours."
"Um," John said, thinking about exactly how smug Rodney could already get. "Can I go with stupid?"
Zelenka folded his arms. "Yes, I thought so."
"Look, I didn't mean to do this," John said.
"You are a miserable liar," Zelenka said.
John shut his mouth, because Zelenka was right, and he hadn't even realized it until now, hadn't known that he'd been waiting for an excuse, for a chance.
Zelenka kept glaring, until he apparently got satisfied that John was well and truly aware of their respective positions as far as the moral high ground, and then he sighed and pulled out the desk chair to sit down. "I was not really expecting competition."
"I wasn't expecting to be competition, so," John said, morosely. His self-awareness was working overtime to catch up, too, because he was also realizing he hadn't been expecting to lose, so his own ego needed some deflating. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to -- okay. I did want him. I do," he said, giving the honesty though it stripped him bare; he owed Zelenka that much. "But I didn't want to screw things up for you. Either of you."
"Intelligence is the ability to hold contradictory beliefs, so you are doing well," Zelenka said.
Rec Category: Gen
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Teyla Emmagan, Ronan Dex, Samantha Carter, Jack O’Neill, Teal’c, Daniel Jackson, Zoe Washburne, Acastus Kolya
Categories: Gen, Action/Adventure, Hurt/Comfort, Drama, Alternate Universe
Warnings: Contains a brief description of a suicide attempt
Author’s Website: LtLJ on AO3
Link: Raiders of the Seven Systems
Why This Must Be Read: John and the Athosians are space pirates. I don’t know that I even need to write more than that to explain why this must be read, but I will. All your favorite characters from both Atlantis and SG-1 are here plus bonus Zoe from Firefly who fits in seamlessly. There’s action. There’s drama. There’s Genii. John Sheppard is an emotionally repressed badass. Teyla and the Athosians practice vengeance with responsibility. And, due to a completely believable canon divergence, they are space pirates.
"Why is it called a Jolly Roger?" asked Ronon, slumped in the co-pilot's seat and obviously bored.
John was too busy navigating the asteroid field to give the question serious consideration. Besides, he didn't remember and it wasn't like he could look it up. "It just is."
I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine (24327 words) by terminally_underwhelmed
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Minor or Background Relationship(s), Pre-Harry/Draco - Relationship
Characaters: Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Blaise Zabini, Luna Lovegood, Arthur Weasley, Astoria Greengrass, more like ace-storia amirite, various OCs, Minor Characters
Additional Tags: Epilogue What Epilogue, War Aftermath, Emotional Growth, Bureaucracy, Pre-Slash, Friendship, headcanon dump
Series: Part 1 of Solitaire/Mercenary
They're together when the Dark Lord falls.
Draco is barely aware of his own senses, half-blind and exhausted from months upon months of corrosive fear, and whatever shred of reality is still allotted to him is in his father’s urgent grip on his shoulder and his mother’s hands around his and the way he leans on both of them.
Joe left this morning for a business trip, leaving me all to my own devices for the weekend (so far I have really cut loose and vacuumed the bedroom) and as soon as he was gone, I remembered that I’d forgotten to get him to help me with sock pictures.
Undaunted, I decided to engage in another episode of a game I call “weird textile things I’ve done on my front steps that make my neighbours nervous.” (Previous entries have included direct warping a little loom because the neighbours fence was the right distance away, hanging skeins of yarn from the cherry tree for photographic purposes, and nestling various works in progress amongst the greenery to document their progress.)*
Today I decided that I’m a reasonably flexible person and there’s a timer on my camera, so I figured it wouldn’t be that hard to do it myself. I have tried this before and taking pictures of your own feet that don’t look weird and show off all the parts of a sock is really hard. This time though I thought that I had it figured out. I set the timer, ran over and stood in front of the camera and…
No good. (Don’t my coral bells look beautiful though? All that rain.) I looked at the picture, decided that I was standing in the wrong spot and just needed to move over, marked that spot with my mind, and then realized I’d screwed up by picking up the camera without noticing where it had been, and swore a little. I took a few other test shots, and finally worked out that what I had to do was stand in the right spot, then lean forward, sort of downward dog style, push the button for the timer, and then stand back up again without moving my feet. This is quite difficult, and means you’ve got to stick your arse way up in the air, and from the time that I push the button, I’ve got ten seconds to execute the manoeuvre, quickly walking my hands back and standing upright. My neighbour down the street walked by at this point, and said it looked like a good stretch. I think she thought it was the worlds most awkward attempt at yoga. On the stairs. In socks. Anyway, things improved then.
After that I got bold and attempted a bending-over-arm-extended-like-I-am-
But I improved.
*I have been doing this kinda thing on the porch, warping looms, photographing yarn, projects, hanging hats on trees, arranging hats on posts, draping blankets over fences, taking pictures of various family members and myself wearing knitted stuff year round for about 15 years now. I live in the city, and those steps are about 1m from the sidewalk. Tons of people walk by every day, and never, not once, ever (and I mean it) has any human being ever asked me why the %$^&*$ I have mittens in a tree.
I think they’re afraid.
New York Times: Trump and Putin Held a Second, Undisclosed, Private Conversation
Note: it was "private" as in "out of earshot of anyone except Putin's translator" and "not mentioned to the public". It was not private as in "it was held in view of most of the other G20 leaders OMFG ARE YOU KIDDING ME".
Just to make the whole thing even stupider (on Buttercup's part) and more of a blatant power play (on Putin's).
plaidadder breaks this shit down: A Million Encores: Putin And our Playable President
And spells out one point in particular:
Why do we know about this? Because some of the European G-20 leaders were so concerned about this that they called their global risk consultant to get his opinion on it. That’s what Ian Bremmer does: he assesses global political risk for people who want to use it to make investment decisions.
Star Trek TNG: "The Price" is such a god-awful episode that when it leaves those two Ferengi in their shuttlecraft stranded in the Delta Quadrant and doesn't bother to tell us what became of them, that's not even the worst of its crimes. (The worst of its crimes is probably what Crusher and Troi wear to do aerobics.) Anyhow, yes, the Ferengi were acting like jerks, but they didn't deserve to die the kind of death that you'd die stranded in a shuttlecraft 30,000 light-years from home. I think either they should reappear as part of the Borg collective, or the Voyager crew should find them.
Due South: More Ray&Ray. Doesn't everyone want more Ray&Ray? Make RayK go to meet a new informant and discover that it's the Bookman.
The Princess Bride 2: the story of how Buttercup wound up being the Dread Pirate Roberts.
A few days ago, before I rode my bike 120km in the pouring rain (I am not even kidding. I’ve never had to ride in conditions like that. At one point I was going up a hill with Jen and Ken, and it was raining so hard that the water was coursing down it, and we all looked down and burst out laughing – none of us had ever ridden “upriver” before. It was nothing short of epic. My riding shoes are still wet, a whole day later.) I hurt my finger. I was making dinner, and moving fast, and a tiny mistake with a knife put a tiny cut in my thumb. I cursed, cleaned it, whacked a little band-aid on it and thought no more about it until I sat down to knit about and hour later.
Every stitch I made hurt the cut and stuck to the band-aid, and I sat there, trying and trying, but the cut was in exactly the wrong place. The smallest little thing, bugging the snot out of me. I decided I could live with the annoyance and tried for a little longer, but then I had a pretty good idea. I went upstairs to the stash room, and came back down with this pretty bit of business.
It’s a 80/20 Merino/silk blend from Fiber Optic Yarns – an old colourway I think, called Cyprus. (That’s an old page I scrounged up on their site – might work!) I split the roving in two lengthwise, and started to spin. I’m aiming for a 2 ply lace/light fingering, and so far, so good.
A few days later, I’ve got the first half spun, and my finger is healed just fine (it really was a tiny cut) but I can’t seem to stop. It’s been a while since I was at my wheel, and I’d almost forgotten the peace of it.
Karmic Balancing Gifts? There’s a ton, so let’s bomb through a bunch! (If you’ve forgotten how this works, or you’re just tuning in now, this is a fundraiser for Team Knit – that’s Me, Cameron, Ken, Jen and Pato, and we’ll be riding our bikes to Montreal (that’s 660km) in just under two weeks – and we’re all working on fundraising goals. We’re raising funds for PWA, it’s the People With Aids Foundation, and it provides practical, essential support for people living with HIV/AIDs. What we’re doing here is simple. You help – either by donating to one of us, or by helping to spread the word, and then send an email to me at email@example.com with the subject line “I helped”. (That bit’s important. It sends it straight to the right folder.) Tell me if you’re a knitter or a spinner (or even if you’re a non-knitter) and add your address. Then I draw names and other people who are awesome just like you send you presents. We’re balancing out the karma and making the world the kinda place we want to knit in.)
First, five lucky knitters are getting a free pattern from Emily Wood Designs. Teresa Y, Nicola R, Dana G, Carol S and Maggie S, good luck choosing. There’s some beauties.
Next up, Ann has found it in her heart to part with 8 ounces alpaca silk roving from Gale’s Art in the Scarab and Peacock colorways – and they’ll be making their way to newbie spinner Doreen S’ house.
Ann’s also letting go of 8 ounces Wensleydale wool top by Hello Yarn in Smells of the Sea colorway… and she’ll be sending that to Scharleen O.
Carrie went into her stash and found three gifts she’d like to say thank you with.
Sundara Yarn – Sundara Lace in Chocolate over Salmon, 100% Silk, 1000 yards/100g for Catherine M.
Creatively Dyed Yarn -Voodoo2, DK, in Aim. 350yards/150g for Amy F.
Brooks Farm Yarn – Solo Silk, Sport weight, Colorway: Corals & Oranges, 50% Wool, 50% Silk, 400 yards/112 grams per skein – two skeins for Donna E.
Next, a big one! Handwork Hardware (I love these guys) are donating TEN gift packs, each pack has:
– one of their chatelaines, a pouch suspended from a belt loop or knitting bag handle that holds knitting accessories and other items for a knitting project.
- Traditionally, about a third of it was worthless due to sentimentality.
- More recently, another third of it is worthless because capitalism endlessly churns it out in identical shiny plastic pieces.
- When it's bad, there's nothing worse.
- When it's good, it captures the human spirit so well that it brings tears to your eyes.
Rec Category: Threesomes (Specifically, this month, Rodney/John/Radek stories)
Characters/Pairings: John Sheppard/Radek Zelenka, Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Rodney McKay/Radek Zelenka, Rodney McKay/John Sheppard/Radek Zelenka
Author on LJ: sabinelagrande
Author's Website: See the AO3
Link: Results May Vary on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: This is sweet and hot and hilarious. Various encounters with mind-altering fruit or other Pegasus substances lead to a series of hook-ups, until the eventual, inevitable threesome. The writing's excellent, and I like the naturalness of the progression to them all being in a relationship. Radek's dry humor is excellent, and the way he and Rodney tag-team John is a hoot. Highly entertaining.
"Please relax," Radek urges him, his hand still on John's chest. John rests his own hand on top of it, looking up at him for a moment before turning to Rodney.
"I like his hair," he explains. "It's all crazy, like, I dunno, like he doesn't really give a shit. Like he gets up in the morning, and he's like," and John puffs himself up slightly, but he doesn't put on the ridiculous accent everyone else does when trying to imitate him, "'Fuck my hair, I got science to do.'"
"Maybe he's sobering up," Rodney deadpans, above John's head.
"But it's really fuckin' cute. He's really fuckin' cute," he continues. "Pocket! That's what I meant. I wanna put him in my pocket. Don't tell him I said that."
"Dialing the gate," Ford says, and Radek is a little glad that John can't see it activate- otherwise, they'd have to sit here for twenty minutes so he could look at the pretty colors.
The med team Rodney's called for is waiting in the jumper bay, and John lets himself be maneuvered on to a stretcher without complaint.
"Carson!" John says emphatically. "Carson," he repeats, dropping his voice into a very serious whisper. "Carson, I am really high."
"I know, Major," Carson replies, examining his pupils. "Let's get you to the infirmary."
"Can I bring Dr. Zelenka?' John asks, sounding like he's asking about his teddy bear.
When Carson looks over at him, Radek throws up his hands and shrugs. "Of course, lad," Carson assures him. "He's right here, see?"
"Yay," John says, reaching for Radek's hand again. "He's so cute," he whispers to Carson.
To Rodney's credit, he waits until Carson decides John's in no danger before he goes out into the hallway and dies laughing.