RL Squee!

[regala_electra]

Y'all I am not sucking in my classes. How do I know this? An A- on my Art of the Near East paper (score! that prof grades hella hard), an A- on my Art of the Italian Renaissance quiz (another yesss! because I freaked out halfway through on that test and blanked out on half the questions).

And a fucking 20 out of 20 on my Faerie Queene paper. Thank you J-Store for having several good criticisms about the House of Busyrane. And my professor really liked my paper. Huzzah!

But the very best part? In my World Literature class, with a professor who once didn't grade a paper of mine, saying it was so bad I had to go to the Writing Center (yes I was *agog* at the time), and I got a B on the rewrite...what was I saying? Oh yeah. An A and an A+ on my quizzes. My paper? A-. Oh man. So damn happy.

My central argument "[was] subtle and profound." Oh yeah. Cloud fucking nine, y'all.

Woot woot. Want me to write you a drabble, baby? Just drop a comment. That's how happy I am.

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[regala-electra.livejournal.com]

"You never..."

"What, John? And why do you need to watch me feed our son, again?"

"Um, Earth thing. It's a tradition."

"Mmm, a tradition. That sounds like a lie. But if you like watching-"

"Oh baby, you know I do. And I was wondering...you never thought about, well damn, this is weird sayin' it-"

"Crichton, please name a time when something you said was not weird."

"Fair enough. Damn baby, that's beautiful."

"Mmm. John, you were going to ask me...?"

"Well, you never thought about the both of us. You know, me and, uh, me. With you?"

Aeryn smiles, something secret and low. Carefully removing little D'Argo from her breast, and giving him to John to burp, she says, after closing up her shirt (to John's groan and protest), "Have you been speaking to Chiana?"

"Aeryn, you're evading. You're scary when you evade, honey."

"I did consider the benefits of recreation with two partners, but considering your exuberance, I feared that two of you would wear me out, however I would possibly attempt it at least once."

"...at least? Aeryn, that's...that's..."

Aeryn removes her hair from its ponytail, and says, "Well, I'm off to a shower."

And behind her, all she hears is a breathless, "Damn."

[leelee-cakes.livejournal.com]

"Crichton, please name a time when something you said was not weird."

"Fair enough..."

I love that it will always be "Crichton" when he's being a pain in the ass, not John.

And thank you for that! Far too few people wrote about the John/Aeryn/John possibilities, imo. I mean, c'mon! There were slash, OT3 and kinda-twincest possibilities. Tis a shame, really.

*smooches* Thank you! And congratulations again on rocking. You always have a futon in my place should you need a hideout.

Leelers