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I usually wait until I have at least 12 icons of the same show before posting anything, but even though I've had some of those on my drive for eons, I'm still nowhere near completing a full set and I haven't posted anything in forever and I'm tired of seeing them sitting on my drive so I have decided to post everything I have so far and start afresh. Oh and before you ask... SGA people, next time, there will be icons from "The Shrine" for sure. :) 50 icons in total:01-20 Stargate: Atlantis 21-35 Verbotene Liebe (Christian and Olli) 36-42 Lost, Matthew Fox 43 Greg Grunberg and Sendhil Ramamurthy (Heroes) 44-45 CSI NY 46-47 Alias 48 Bridget Jones 49-50 Midsomer Murders • comment and credit if you take • do not hotlink • read the rules/faq before asking a question    ( You make me so happy )Tags: movie: bridget jones, people: heroes cast, people: lost cast, tv: alias, tv: csi: new york, tv: lost, tv: midsomer murders, tv: stargate: atlantis, tv: verbotene liebe
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Title: Break
Author: linziday
Words: 630
Genre/rating: Gen, PG
Spoilers: Tag to Ghost in the Machine (I so didn't plan to write a tag. Darn characters with minds of their own....) Disclaimer: Do you really think I own them? Honestly? Summary: Rodney breaks. ( Rodney wants a lot of things at this moment. . . company doesn't make the list. ) “Hey, buddy,” Sheppard says, and even without looking Rodney can tell he’s leaning against the doorway, casually but not-so-casually. “Want some company?” Rodney wants a lot of things at this moment. Blankets. Extra strength coffee to keep him awake or extra strength sleeping pills to send him into oblivion. A time machine. Company doesn’t make the list. But Sheppard is already coming, Teyla and Ronon a half step behind. They take up positions around him, like sentries: Sheppard on one side, between him and the door, bumping Rodney’s shoulder lightly when he sits. Teyla on the other side, folding her legs under her as she follows Rodney’s gaze to the sky. Ronon with his back to the railing, watching them all. Rodney wants to tell them to go away. He is good at telling people to go away. He’s done it on three continents and in two galaxies and in five different languages. He’s shouted it and hissed it and backed it up with grand threats and forceful gestures. But Sheppard’s already talking, the rise and fall of his voice washing over the balcony like ocean waves, and Teyla’s taking Rodney’s hands, rubbing the cold away with determination, heat singing across his skin, so Rodney stares more at the moon. He zones out for a moment — or maybe it’s several moments, because Sheppard’s jacket is around his shoulders and Ronon is the one talking now, his words rumbling together, and Teyla is holding his hands in hers, the rubbing done but the warmth bone-deep. This alarms him, the zoning out, because it means his body is dragging him off toward sleep and sleep is the last thing he wants, with its looping nightmares of nanites and Elizabeth and the cold, dark vacuum of space where everyone is dead, dead, dead — He starts to shiver then, hard, and Teyla’s hands tighten around his and Ronon’s words cut off and Sheppard appears in front of him, crouching, his ridiculously spiky hair blocking out the white splotch of moon. Sheppard is saying something, and it takes Rodney much longer than it should to make sense of the words. “C’mon, Rodney, talk to me here.” Rodney chokes back a laugh because no one has ever implored him to talk. Shut up, yes. Talk, no. And it strikes him as incredibly funny that someone is begging him to speak now, when he has nothing to say, absolutely nothing at all in the world to say, because words have lost their power to perform miracles and so has he. But something bubbles up and breaks through, and Rodney thinks it’s laughter until he sees Sheppard’s face crumple and feels Teyla pulling him close. Then there’s another sob and another, until he’s fighting to breathe and shaking like he’s going to fly apart and trying to bend in half to hide his face because no one should have to see this. But hiding proves impossible because Teyla has her arms wrapped around him and Sheppard has his arms around them both, and then Ronon is there, wrapped around them all. Rodney takes shuddering breath after shuddering breath, the smell of the salt air mingling with the faintly spicy scent of Teyla’s shampoo and the soap-and-gun-oil of Sheppard’s t-shirt and the leather of Ronon’s armbands, and he’s still shaking like he’s going to fall apart, but they’re holding him together. </div> Tags: comfort challenge
Feeling: creative
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So, I have learned, that for Chinese food delivery, Oriental Express > China Kitchen. But it is good to have compared. So, erranding yesterday. Capital Metro pissed me off; apparently they made some minor changes to a few routes that didn't make it to the list of route changes. Including changing the stop for a bus I needed to take. So I had to walk around for a few blocks to find it. Motherfuckers. So, MHMR, with a horrible brat running wild in the waiting room, with Mommy watching ineffectually. I'm sure he'll grow up well. I really hate it when I explain all my current troubling symptoms to the doc (or in this case, the nurse) and they say "What do you think we should do?". I didn't go to fucking med school! If I'm supposed to pick out my meds, why nod just hand me a 'scrip pad and save me having to go in and wait in the nasty waiting room with the nasty elevator music and deal with case workers who do nothing. So, I wound up with a doubled dose of Risperdal and an appointment in six weeks (even thought I have another appointment in November). So, in the women's bathroom at Hut's, someone wrote "Bad Wolf" on the wall. This made me smile. So, Twilight damn near gave me abusive relationship flashbacks. I couldn't finish it. God, that's some horrible shit. Feeling:  hot
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