Okay, so

[lierdumoa]

I didn't get the rough draft done. This fic is turning out to be much longer than expected.

I did, however, get my wordcount past the 3000 mark. I think it's, I dunno, a third done?


lierdumoa: and [Rodney] somehow, between saving the city, going on offworld missions, having lots and lots of het sex, whatever
lierdumoa: has to engineer an adapter
lierdumoa: to plug into the damned ancient sex change device with no plugs
lierdumoa: so he can get his cock back
lierdumoa: and he and john live happily ever after
lierdumoa: and by happy I mean gay
seperis: *laughs*
seperis: Will you get poor Rondey pregnant?
lierdumoa: no
lierdumoa: no babies
lierdumoa: besides, if Rodney got pregnant as a woman, he would so totally have an abortion
seperis: True
lierdumoa: all the angst with none of the baby
seperis: *g*


lierdumoa: really, Rodney would be more freaked out over toxic shock syndrome than over his actual period
seperis: Oh man
seperis: He so would
seperis: Tampons versus pads
seperis: But then he'd love that he had a legitimate excuse to be a bitch for a week out of the month.
seperis: John: You made your people cry again.
seperis: Rodney: It's PMS. Bring me cookies.
...
lierdumoa: but seriously?
lierdumoa: I can't believe I spent hours today
lierdumoa: *hours*
lierdumoa: writing about Rodney's period
seperis: That's what makes you a great writer
seperis: *nods*
lierdumoa: ::chokesnort::


My hell is the speciallest.

Comments

[wychwood]

You're just tormenting us now :)

And the thing about Rodney stressing about toxic shock? *so true*. Because he *totally* would.

[lierdumoa.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes. Totally. That was actually one of the first scenes I wrote.

[diluvian.livejournal.com]

::snork::

Oh, I can just imagine Rodney being in a meeting, and his watch goes off --beep beep beeeeeep-- (and of *course* he knows how to program it) and he bails in the middle of a discussion because it's TIME to change the tampon. Right NOW.

[lierdumoa.livejournal.com]

I more envision him confident he'll remember when to change it, only to lose track of time and then *PANIC* -- and wackiness will ensue.

=D