Isn't he adorable in his little hoodie? Yeah. He is.

[mrsronweasley]

Hi. It is 9:36am, and I have about maybe half an hour's worth of work ahead of me. If I stretch it. Like, take my time.

So, look, how soon things happen again around here!

Anonymous posting is, once more, open for business!

Go. WILD. Seriously. Ask me things, or ask each other things, tell me a story, tell each other stories - anything goes. (With the same 'no mean stuff!' caveat, 'cause I'm weak.)

Fantasies! Squicks! Worries! Hates! Anything. At all.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

I'm a proud singleton ... or so I thought. Why do I have these weird thoughts about registering at a dating website or going out and meeting Mr. Right right away? Why do I have these inane fantasies? I know it doesn't work that way.

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

Probably because, no matter how far you run, you will always find the societal 'norms' to be 'couple up! it's unnatural to be alone!' which is, you know, bullcrap? But. I hope you find whatever makes YOU happy. And it's especially grating now, right? 'Cause...Valentine's Day and floating hearts and whatnot. *sigh*

[(Anonymous)]

Today is the first day in about a month that I've felt almost completely, truly relaxed. I'm hoping this is the start of a trend, because otherwise, my hair is going to start falling out the way it does when I'm stressed. Then I will be bald for the Jamboree. /o\

Speaking of the Jamboree, am I the only person who thinks it would be cool to have Champion logo stickers (http://www.championsparkplugs.com/faqmain.asp) in the souvenir bags? Yes? Oh. Okay then!

[(Anonymous)]

*kicks HTML in the head*

[(Anonymous)]

I just found out that my 87-year-old grandfather had gonorrhea. Last year. The grandkids were all told he was in the hospital for an infection. No one mentioned it was an STD. For some reason, my father and uncle seem to think he contracted it from his then aide. Who was a man.

Since he's totally fine now, when my mom let it slip, I found it hysterical. I'm not supposed to know and I had to promise not to tell anyone. But how do you not tell something so awesome as this? So thank you, Liz, for giving me a venue to share.

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

*dies*

Oh. My. God. That? Is...I just...no words. No words at ALL. You are SO very welcome. And thank YOU for making me spit out my coffee at work. YOU WIN.

[(Anonymous)]

If I had my way, I'd be out of here. I'd divorce this fucker, take him for every cent I could and just fucking leave this crummy town. I don't respect him; I don't even really like him anymore. How can you like someone who is against gay marriage and spontaneity and original fucking thought and pretty much anything except routine and order and oh, did I mention, the fucking ROUTINE THAT CAN'T BE ALTERED BY HALF A MINUTE?? The man has issues, serious issues. And if I had my way, which I don't, I'd take those issues, one by one, and shove them up his tight ass!

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

Oh, God. That sounds really, really, really hard. I am so sorry. There's no way you can do this?.. At all? Even if it's hard, but not...impossible? *sigh* *HUGS HUGS HUGS HUGS HUGS*

[(Anonymous)]

Kinks! I want to know everyone's kinks. Who wants to tell me everyone their secret kink they don't share with the general public? (With their name attached, anyway.)

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

Seriously! I WANT KINKS! I want to be entertained by everybody else's perversions! :D

[(Anonymous)]

I actually don't think you like me very much and I can't imagine why we are still on each other's friendslists. Do you keep all people there until they they defriend you or are you interested in everyone on your friends list?

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

If I don't comment, it isn't because I don't like you - it's because often, I've found myself feeling weird about leaving comments on journals of those I may not know particularly well. I'm interested in them as people, but feel insecure about approaching them, because I don't think THEY like me back. And I don't tend to defriend people, ever. Sure, I'm curious about most people on my friends list. Is that weird?

[(Anonymous)]

On the walk to work this morning, I passed by a car with an Ohio plate that read 'STARG8T'. Which is really pretty awesome.

(now i want to find one that reads 'JUMPER1' or 'MCKSHEP' or hell, 'RCMPFTW'

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

Holy crap! How cool is that?! If I had a car, I'd totally make up vanity plates for it. *wistful sigh*

[(Anonymous)]

Blowjobs: a means to an end? a pleasure? or just gross?

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

A pleasure! Because it's such an intimate and fun way to make somebody feel good!

[(Anonymous)]

I'm married, and very in love but I can't help but think about this other man CONSTANTLY. He feels the same way I do. It's not love, definitely lust and an instane amount of chemistry, but I can't get him out of my head. Since he is married too, and neither of us wants to hurt our spouses, we have decided to stay hands off. I just keep *thinking* about him all the time. Help?

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

Welllll, that sounds familiar. Been there, done that, NOT FUN AT ALL. Except I'm not married. But, you know, SO'ed and have been for, oh, nearly five years now. So, God, I wish I had advice. Marriage is worth it, and the lust will pass. This, I know. The rest is...yeah, hard. But not impossible?

*HUGS*

[cabari.livejournal.com]

Sometimes I worry that I'm too, uh, what's the word? Overwhelming for you? Am I? I would tone it down for you, baby.

I hate my fucking job today. GOD.

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

OMG, are you kidding me? I LOVE YOU! Never stop being you! ♥

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Hi, I am skipping class today to sleep, and am feeling like a GIANT FAILURE WHO WILL NEVER ACCOMPLISH ANYTHING.

*sigh*

I'm hoping fandom will be especially pretty today and distract me.

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

It's okay! Just go to class next time! Really! PEARL STOP MAKING YOURSELF FEEL BAD. *stern look*

Fandom is pretty much always shiny and pretty. :D

AM DED OF THE SCHMOOP

[(Anonymous)]

When John has spent the day butting heads with Elizabeth or Caldwell or Lorne (not that Lorne actually argues with him, oh no, but he is a professional 2IC and an expert on passive-aggression) or Rodney--christ, Rodney, who needs to be kept on a goddamn leash for his own good before he either blows up Atlantis or gets assassinated by his own staff--

When John has spent an afternoon training new personnel, all SGC recruits who lost their sense of wonder in some Milky Way 'gate and don't break their professional cool for anything, not even the jumpers (and how can you not like the jumpers?) except maybe when Teyla shows up in that skirt and kicks all their asses one-handed--

When John has been up half the night reading and writing and signing off on reports and requisitions and letters on behalf of the dead--

In short, when John has been playing his part: Lieutentant Colonel Sheppard, military commander, and yeah, it's got a nice ring to it, but sometimes he wants to complain that he never auditioned for this role, he wasn't even the goddamn understudy, and anyway, the costume doesn't fit right. It's not so bad on missions, when it's just him and the team, and all he has to worry about is natives trying to trade for Teyla, or Rodney screwing up, freaking out, going into anaphylactic shock and/or offending said natives. Possibly all at the same time. It's a nice, finite set of worries and they can all be solved with proper application of firepower, elbows and lemons. (Not usually all at the same time, but when Rodney got going)--

But John gets tired, sometimes.

Ronon doesn't say anything--well, ever, almost--but especially not when John shows up at his quarters at weird hours of the night with a head full of Lorne's careful non-smirks and sneering Marines and the thanks of a grateful nation. He doesn't even stop whatever he's doing, which is usually knife-related, while John slouches against the closed doors and rubs his eyes. Ronon just comes to a stopping point, looks up, and says, "Hey."

"Hey," is all John has to say.

It's not particularly Lieutentant Colonel-y of him, he knows that. Not because of regulations. More because he doesn't think Lieutenant Colonels are supposed to get off on being pressed against walls, pounded into the bed, wrapped up around a guy who's probably ten years younger and four inches taller and big. Lieutenant Colonels are not supposed to enjoy this weight on top of them, are not supposed to let themselves be molded into position like this, boneless and needy and naked even before the clothes come off.

John is, of course, a very bad Lieutenant Colonel.

Ronon takes the lead, and John knows that's just fine, because Ronon is the one person, the only person, he doesn't have to worry about. Ronon's one of the few people he doesn't have to fight with. Ronon will go wherever he leads, and John figures it's only fair to return the favor, like this, shivering on hands and knees.

"All right?" Ronon asks after, when they're not really cuddling but also not moving to fast to untangle their limbs.

John rubs his face against Ronon's rough palm. "Am now."

Re: AM DED OF THE SCHMOOP

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

Iiiiii think I know who you are. *g*

Oh, I LOVE this. I absolutely love this. Oh, John. Such a BAD Lieutenant Colonel! ♥ This is just... You need to start posting your fic, woman! Srsly.

[(Anonymous)]

I really think I've fucked things up. I was drunk, dammit! I didn't even do anything that bad! And now he's barely been over to visit ever since. When he is he carries on just as usual, no sign that anything's wrong, and that's the most frustrating part: if you're already with someone and you don't want me, then don't fucking lead me on. I don't know what's up, but the fact that our friendship is sort of fading out just makes me more determined to go for it this time. What the hell, I have nothing to lose now. Things can't get awkward if I'm not seeing him anyway. I've decided that I want to do it next week. Whether I will remains to be seen, but that's what I want to do.

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

Oh, darling. (I think I know who are you... *HUGS*) Just think it through first - really think it through. And then go for it. Because I've been there, and it's just not easy. I hope you're okay. *major, major hugs* He could just be feeling uncomfortable and not knowing what to do about it. It's so hard to gauge people when they close up like that. *sigh*

*HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGS*

[(Anonymous)]

*facepalm*

*Is a moron*

*Is also going to close this tab so is not tempted to comment all over this entry anymore *G*

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

Awww, no, don't worry about it! Really! I may have been the ONLY person to notice. Swear to God. :D

[(Anonymous)]

I feel really lonely. I don't know why - I live with people I like, I see other people I like reasonably often. I think I just feel like... if I never made the effort then I'd never talk to anyone, you know? As far as I know nobody hates me, but nobody goes out of their way to talk to me most of the time, either. It's really stupid and high school ("wah, everyone else in the group has a best friend and I don't, wah!"), which is why I don't actually say any of this, but it bugs me and then I get upset and crap and really, who the fuck needs that?

But: Ray and Fraser in a cabin and they're going to move into their new house the next day so they want to take advantage of the last night before they properly settle down and are proper people again and so they have lots of sex and Ray wakes up with the rug pattern on his ass. :D

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

Oh, God, I'm sorry. I've gone through times like that, and it's just...it's so fucking hard, because more often than not? (And I'm willing to bet this is true for you, as well.) It's all in our head. So, people WOULD miss you and they WOULD go out of their way to talk to you, but feeling lonely is a horrible sinking feeling, and it can really be crippling. I'm so sorry. *major, MAJOR hugs*

And I so TOTALLY APPROVE of rug patterns being imprinted on Ray's ass. :D You win!

[(Anonymous)]

I obsessively read the comments on posts like this (to the point where I will go back, days later, to see if I missed anything) but never comment. Until now. \o/?

Also, your last post like this has made me start worrying that I am the fangirl no one will want to make out with at MJ.

[(Anonymous)]

Me too!

And me too, though I am not going to MJ.

[(Anonymous)]

I WANT TO HAVE SEX.

Hi. It has been waaay too long. Also, though I mostly like girls, I've been really thinking about, er, the whole penetration thing. I think I've decided it's a Very Good Thing, although I still don't particularly like penises.

:D?

[cold-poet.livejournal.com]

Penises are not the important part. It's all about how well the hips the penis is attached to, move *G*

[(Anonymous)]

While nothing in my life is bad or wrong per se, I feel like it's at this stand-still. I think part of that is my fault, but I can't quite find the energy to do anything about it. I'm not unhappy? I'm just not exactly filled with joie de vivre.

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

Hmmmm, yeah, I totally know how you feel. And it SUCKS. :/ I hope things liven up for you soon, and get better. *HUUUUUGS*

[(Anonymous)]

This is the first Valentines Day when I've actually had a boyfriend. We have sucessfully avoided even discussing the holiday, but I've gotten him a little present and I'm now freaking out about giving it to him.

Valentines day was much easier when I was single.

*facepalms*

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

Awwwwww! So cute! I'm sure it'll be fiiiiiiiiiine! :D

[(Anonymous)]

I have a huge secret that I want to tell you but I can't. I just can't for reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture. But it's a good secret that you will love.

I'll tell you one day. I'm just not ready yet.

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

Oh! Hi! I...you can't do this to me! I want to knoooow, omg, what is it? (And who are you? *g*)

Okay. I can wait. Just...give me a timeframe here. One day when?.. *g*

*HUGS*

[(Anonymous)]

I have fantasies about me getting stranded on a desolate tropical island with Anna Paquin. Am I normal?

o O (I'm sure Liz can figure out who this is.)

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

Hi, Mike! :D

[(Anonymous)]

I just found out this year that two of my moles are probably actually subsidiary nipples. (You can't tell by looking at them.) I haven't told anybody because I know everyone would think it's hilarious, but it really upsets me! I have birth defects. I'm a mutant. It's repulsive. I went home and cried for hours when I found out.

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

Oh, no! I'm so sorry! That's a really awful situation to find yourself in. :/ I'm so sorry. For what it's worth, I don't think you're a mutant. I think it's actually kind of cool. You're different. And I wouldn't - and didn't - laugh. *HUGS*

[(Anonymous)]

I have never had an orgasm. :(

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

HI.

I hadn't until...two summers ago? Something like that. And it was so sad! I felt like I was abnormal and, also, totally deprived. My advice is - vibrator. RLYSRLY. I had the kind with the bunny ears and that totally, totally did the trick. And it has been, ever since. :D

[cabari.livejournal.com]

So reading a couple comments on this post and your last anonymous post make me wonder: Do you guys actaully DO anything at these cons, or are they just excuses for giant makout orgies?

[(Anonymous)]

A few nights ago I masturbated to a fantasy of having fangirls at MJ holding me down while one of them went down on me.

[diluvian.livejournal.com]

When I make stuff, I like to have certain numbers. Like, scarves made out of chunky yarn are seven stitches wide, necklaces have invervals of three, five, or seven beads... it seems to be mostly prime numbers, or at least odd numbers.

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

Oh, man! I do the same thing! Whenever I do artsy-craftsy stuff, that is EXACTLY what I do. And it's mostly odd numbers. How cool. We can be freaks together. :D