OMG YOUR SWEETS ICON.

maybe you should get a pedicure? then you can feel really special.

oh, but there are no Shep and McKay in Dr Sweets' office fics :/

I've never had a pedicure... but manicures freak me out and I'm not sure it'd be different with my feet. I've tried to get manicures twice but both times I totally panicked and snatched my hands back and ran away. But then I have pretty awesome fingernails and am terrified of getting them screwed up. With my toenails there is no such fear.

And I'm sure you mean no Shep and McKay in Sweets's office fics THAT YOU HAVE SEEN. Although I went looking and found only four SGA/Bones fic on the whole googleable internets, which was rather disappointing. Then I was going to WRITE "Sheppard and McKay go to counseling with Dr. Sweets, the new Atlantis team psychologist!" but then it insisted on Having Plot and so. It could be a while. It could be forever, really, at the rate of completion of my fics. And I really need to rewatch Bones to see how Sweets behaves in therapy sessions because otherwise I have no confidence in his characterization. But here is a snippet:

“Doctor McKay, you’re back!” Sweets sounded disgustingly excited about this. Rodney shouldered past him and into the room, trying to look as grumpy about it as possible.

“Are you sure you’re not fifteen?” Rodney asked, sitting heavily down in one of the chairs.

“Yes,” Sweets replied, moving to perch on the arm of the chair across from Rodney.

“Are you seriously going to sit on the arm of that chair?” Rodney asked, “because it’s not helping the impression that you’re not fifteen.”

Sweets frowned at him and crossed his arms.

“You know, they say crossed arms are an indicator of being socially closed-off,” Rodney said, feeling a moment of satisfaction as the corners of Sweets’ mouth dipped even lower.

“I’m the therapist,” Sweets said. “I can be closed-off if I want. It’s you that needs to be open.”

Rodney crossed his arms. “I’m open,” he said.

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So... that's Rodney in therapy with Sweets. Without John. But he'll get there! It is totally going to be because Rodney clubbed John upside the head for a justifiably good reason. UNLESS I can somehow work in John shooting a clown. Which really just makes me want to write the "instead of fighting the wraith, they fight CLOWNS" AU, inspired by that one quote from that one episode.

you always impress me with your awesomness!

*takes a bow*

Of course that fic exists, or something very like it: time travel rent boy Rodney" (http://iibnf.livejournal.com/1203599.html). It's gen, if I'm remembering right, so no hot sex, which I keep trying to type as soxx, so I'm going to stop typing and go get my coffee now.

I KNEW IT.

And... gen? Isn't a gen rentboy fic kind of missing the point? I thought the whole rentboy setup was just a thin excuse to jump straight to the sex. APPARENTLY I WAS WRONG.

And thank you so much for pointing me toward that fic. I giggled like a mad thing and enjoyed it to a disgusting degree even without the sex. Whyyyyy do I like rentboy fic so much? And why isn't there more of it in SGA? And why is young!Rodney as a rentboy so appealing? These questions need answers!

I must disagree with you about the placed icon. The text colour matches his shirt and a bit of the table, the shape of the text mimics music or sound waves, and it's just so daft that I - who doesn't know what it's from - thought it was funny.

SO THERE.

(my internet ain't broke no more!)

Haha, well now I know what people were liking about it. Sometimes it perplexes me (as above!) but I can't just go back to the comm and comment and be like TELL ME WHY YOU VOTED PLZ. How I wish.

Yay fixed internet!

And youuuuuuu were in a dream I had last night. For some VERY STRANGE reason I was backpacking through Ireland... or Scotland... or a strange dream place known as ScotsirelandWales, and it was raining, so I stopped under this tent that was in someone's yard, and I kept thinking about how I had to hurry so that the rabid bandmembers wouldn't catch up to me (I don't know, there was a bit about a rock band that had gone feral in there somewhere) but I didn't want to walk around in the cold rain and then you were walking by and I was like "HEY YOU LOOK FAMILIAR!" and you were like "You know, you shouldn't be outside when the bands are out. It's quite dangerous." And so I went inside and we ate cereal. Also the characters of Heroes were on trial for murder and timetraveling and so we watched that on CourtTV. I don't knooooow, I have stupid dreams. But I thought I'd share.

Well there you go. It just works. what can I say.

I am very approvingful of rabid bandboys! Indeed I am sure I read a fic like that once, or, if I didn't, one will exist at some point. Also cereal. I hope it was Fruit Loops, which I remember having once as a kid. The memory IMPRINTED. Multicoloured cereal!

God, I never remember my dreams.

I only remember my dreams when I'm getting 7+ hours of sleep a night. It is an incentive to get the proper amount of sleep, because even the terrifying ones are worthwhile for the sheer surreality.