brainofck: (WeeMee)
Gentle Readers,

It's been a while since you were the victims of the Spammers, also known as Cocoajava, Seleneheart, Uisgich, and me!

Spammers/Breakfast, with side of MW/Yogurt )
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Happy Birthday, [livejournal.com profile] uisgich! It's been 29 great years!!!! :D

No headers, warning for porn )

Happy Birthday! Blow out your candles before they burn down too low!

Rescue is totally up to you.

And sorry I'm early. But I can never manage to post anything on the weekend.

Aaannnnnd...

The traditional singing of the Birthday Dirge!

Happy birthday.
Happy birthday.
World of sorrow and despair.
People dying everywhere.
Happy birthday.

Russell and Beregond

Special hugs to CJ, too. Just cause.
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The prompt, from a guy called Daryl, via his co-worker and colleague, [livejournal.com profile] uisgich, is " "Is there a lift going cheap" Jackson."

No. Don't ask.

[livejournal.com profile] cocoajava suggested a drabble must be produced.

Ergo…

Far more than a drabble, sorry CJ )

*headdesk*

Nov. 29th, 2007 11:41 am
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[livejournal.com profile] cocoajava: Mister Mike just made me spit coffee. He referred to Captain Picard at the dinner table, commanding everyone to 'engorge'. And it just hit me soooooooo funny.

[livejournal.com profile] muck_a_luck: Oh, no. No, no. Nononono.

    You and Mister Mike just created Picard/Riker slash in my head.

    In my head, Picard is commanding "Engorge, Number Two!" And I'm thinking just what made you spit your coffee.

    I HATE YOU NOW!!!!
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[livejournal.com profile] cocoajava: Fire alarm went fine. Happend about 8:35. Everyone went where I barked orders to go to. I didn't end up with hat hair from my helmet. :D

[livejournal.com profile] seleneheart: I would so like to see a pic of you in your helmet. My co-writer just called me. We're going to try to do this over google chat. *boots up other computer* I'm gonna look like some crazy hacker.

[livejournal.com profile] cocoajava: Crazy hackers are SEXY!!!!! Unlike women in plastic yellow hard hats. :D

[livejournal.com profile] muck_a_luck: Now I want to slash the two of you, computers, hardhats, and all...

[livejournal.com profile] seleneheart: Don't make me laugh, it hurts. [AN: Rae has some sort of fever-thoat ailment of doom today.]

[livejournal.com profile] cocoajava: *eyes CK* Been at the sugar already, have you? although... Rae IS hawt. Can't blame you there.

[livejournal.com profile] cocoajava: Awww, Rae! You need some hot tea with honey in it! Back soon. Quick errand.

And then there was slash... )
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Title: Dirty Socks
Author: [livejournal.com profile] muck_a_luck, posting in [livejournal.com profile] brainofck
Pairing: Pre-slash, Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Why does Jack pack so many socks?
Content/warnings: None.
Word count: 1003
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only. [livejournal.com profile] muck_a_luck and [livejournal.com profile] brainofck
The Matrix: Smell. The Matrix is located here.

Note: For CJ, who said, "Ehehe. CK. Write me porn where the guys have fun with their socks."

The way things are going, just throw out some random prompt and see what happens. Who knows? You might get porn.

Dirty Socks )
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[livejournal.com profile] muck_a_luck: So, in this case, one of the parties is Sharp (not Sharpe). Anyway, in my pleading file, I just typed "Notice of Hearing on Sharp's Demurrer." Then I cracked up, thinking eventually Cornwell will have done every other Sharpe novel, and he'll then have to write Sharpe's Demurrer! *amuses self* (and probably noone else)

[livejournal.com profile] cocoajava: *I*, for one, am amused. Because we have been spoofing Sharpe's Titles all week! Ken asked what I was canning next. I replied, "Sharpe's Applesauce". What are you doing, Ken? "Sharpe's Laundry". All your base are belong to Sharpe!

[livejournal.com profile] muck_a_luck: Ahahahahaha! Sharpe's Laundry! *cries*

[livejournal.com profile] cocoajava: Am also having a convo in gmail with [livejournal.com profile] renoir_girl where we are squeeing like twelve year old girls over our favorite actors with floppy hair. We both have a floppy hair obsession.

[livejournal.com profile] muck_a_luck: Hmmm. Sharpe's Daniel. :D Now THERE'S a crossover I'd pay to see...

[livejournal.com profile] cocoajava: Sharpe's Daniel. Now WHO do we know that could write that? *eyes CK*

[livejournal.com profile] muck_a_luck: Stargate ate my brain. I was just thinking in a fight with Jack, Richard would win.

[livejournal.com profile] seleneheart: I think I'd pay to see that. *nods* I'd rather have Sharpe's Jack.

[livejournal.com profile] cocoajava: Isn't there a Sharpe's Threesome somewhere in your brain, CK?

For the record, no there is not a foursome with Mr. Sharpe, Sgt. Harper, Col. O'Neill and Dr. Jackson anywhere in my brain.

End transmission
brainofck: (TealcConf)
OK. So I exceeded 300 words (by approx. 600 words). Deal. :D

Title: This Is Your Brain on Drugs
Author: [livejournal.com profile] muck_a_luck, posting in [livejournal.com profile] brainofck
Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill/Samantha Carter/Teal'c
Rating: (mild?) NC-17
Summary: Daniel and Sam go to the party. Jack and Teal'c stay home.
Content/warnings: Mild het content.
Words: 926
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only. [livejournal.com profile] muck_a_luck and [livejournal.com profile] brainofck
Note: Written for that prompt thing. This is for [livejournal.com profile] cocoajava, who requested Drugged/Stoned Sam Carter and Daniel Jackson.


For my loyal [livejournal.com profile] rugbytacklers, I have done a Stargate crash course located here.




This Is Your Brain on Drugs )
brainofck: (JD)
I'm really supposed to be drafting three different sets of estate planning documents, but we all know how I cannot let a challenge like this one go by... Even though it was a challenge issued to someone else COMPLETELY!!!

Boca Burgers and Taquitos )

Look, icon Jack and Daniel are looking at each other and going, "What the f*** is she talking about?!"
brainofck: (JDshort)
Firstly, thank you to [livejournal.com profile] cocoajava for making additional user pictures a reality! Yay! Now to figure out how to get a slashy gladiator manip with SB and VM's heads! *snickers* Fraternal Unit had the Photoshop going this weekend. He's AWESOME at it. It is like an extension of his BRAIN. Heh BrainofFU! *snickers more* Maybe he would paste their heads on for me...

And secondly, please note this picture... )

Perhaps Daniel is standing in a hole.

Perhaps Jack is standing on a hillock.

Perhaps there is more height difference than www.imdb.com lets on.

Perhaps the horse is dead. *snickers more*

Perhaps I need to go to bed now. Yes. Bed. Yes.

EDIT: Perhaps it would be more polite to post behind the cut...

EDIT the SECOND: Look! The glasses! Why doesn't Daniel want to see Jack in this scene? Or perhaps he wants to see nothing but Jack? Jack is the center of his world and everything else is a blur of color without form...

EDIT the THIRD: Anybody but me ever notice how their uniforms have no personally identifying markers? Or have I just missed them? No names? No "Colonel on the uniform?"
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CK: And dammit. There is a hole in my sock. Argh!

CJ: *duct tapes your sock*

CK: OK. That is not a terrible idea! *eyes packing tape roll*


CJ: *snickers* Doooooo it. Snake!boy would. *nod*

CK: Have I suddenly been cast in the roll of Snake!Boy! Is he actually Seekay?!?!

CJ: Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. Yes! The lovely authoress herself in the end is proven to be TEH EVIL OMG.
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CK: Bored.

CK: Boogers.

CK: V. bored. Also annoyed. Please send help. And large tub of cocoa bugger. Did I mention I was bored?

CK: So impossibly bored.

CJ: I'm BACK! And I brought you a 55 gallon industrial drum of cocoa bugger. Please apply it liberally to Stargate boys.

CK: Mmmmmmm. Now THERE's an image for a boring afternoon pushing paper...

CJ: [Work related muttering deleted] Um, that's not very smutty. Let's try this: Sean pried the lid off the industrial drum, full expecting it to be loaded with something boring and, well, industrial. Imagine the look of glee on his face as he dipped two fingers into the soft, creamy cocoa bugger. "Viggo! Come here, quickly!"

CK: Now I am intrigued. Why is Sean so calm, receiving a boring 55 gallon industrial drum. Cause if I got one, I wouldn't just go, hey, let's get the crowbar! I'd be like, who the fuck sent me a 55 gallon drum...

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