Art meme, again. :|

[spaggel]

It was just a matter of time before this can about again. Mostly because I have been having the worst time with projects and I cant seem to get ANYTHING the way I want it and have been avoiding it because I don't feel like I CAN, so this is to KICK MY ASS INTO GEAR DAMMIT. And make me DRAW and LEARN and exercise my talent *cough*

Rules:
1) Leave me a comment with a sentence or two and I will draw a little doodle of it. (keyword: Doodle) Try to bring some variety into the mix, but if it's not from SGA please give me a little fandom reference to work with.
2) Please only one comment per person as I am not putting a limit onto it. Yet.
3) No limit? This might take me awhile.
4) BE KIND TO ME :((

Go free my pretties and comment.

EDIT - UH, NO LONGER WORKSAFE. in the first picture too, GO ME.

Comments

i need to be in bed. :-< also, you should know what this is, really.

[kickthebeat.livejournal.com]

Rodney works from home in the afternoons now, a habit he developed when Aiden was still young enough to need someone to come home to after school. Like so many other things, they've fallen into a routine: Gatorade and cheez-its and carrots before soccer practice; bread and deli meat and a bunch of bananas, a bowl of apples sitting on the kitchen counter. Rodney likes to spread whatever he's brought home with him out across the wide wooden table and Aiden will sit at the breakfast bar (or on it, despite Rodney's protests) and makes his sandwiches as he tells Rodney about his day.

John wasn't like the other kids Aiden had brought home in the past. Instead of fidgeting in the living room or Aiden's bedroom, he had smiled and sat across from Rodney at the table, decimating half a bag of celery and almost an entire container of ranch dip while Aiden hopped on and off the counter, kicking the back of his chair every time as he ransacked the house for his cleats and shinguards (in the laundry room, where Rodney had tossed them after their last practice in five-inch mud). Rodney is used to the kinetic energy of his son, evident even in the twenty minutes he sits at the counter, fingers tapping against snack boxes and water bottles and his own boney knees. What he's not used to, however, is this new boy.

John, with his southern charm and sly smile and thirty-year old laugh, who sits with Rodney whenever he comes over and asks him about his work, his hobbies, his past; all the things Rodney had never thought he'd discuss with any sixteen-year old high school junior while Aiden's yelling from the hallway or knocking things into the sink.

I KNOW WHAT THIS IS, this is your love for me :X

[spaggel.livejournal.com]

I LOVE YOU SEATMATE. :X:X:X

Re: I KNOW WHAT THIS IS, this is your love for me :X

[kickthebeat.livejournal.com]

i love you so hardcore, baby. ♥♥♥♥

Re: I KNOW WHAT THIS IS, this is your love for me :X

[notpoetry.livejournal.com]

aaaaaand this is the part where i marry you.

idaho's down with the lesbians, right?

Re: I KNOW WHAT THIS IS, this is your love for me :X

[spaggel.livejournal.com]

i think onthecontrary might cut you :(

and no, idaho is not very progressive, damn them >:0

Re: I KNOW WHAT THIS IS, this is your love for me :X

[kickthebeat.livejournal.com]

yes. :-w there would be a LOT of bloodshed, let me tell you. it's good to see where your loyalties lie, seat mate. good for everyone.

Re: I KNOW WHAT THIS IS, this is your love for me :X

[not-sally.livejournal.com]

I was going to comment and admit my One True Love for you, but now I'm scared. And quickly backing away.

WOW!

[out-there.livejournal.com]

The mouth! And the throat! And the sultry gaze!

...okay, I need to stop drooling now. (Before I drown in it. It would be an embarrassing way to die.)

Re: i need to be in bed. :-< also, you should know what this is, really.

[2naonh3-cl2.livejournal.com]

ohmygosh. i think that this is my favorite comment fic ever written. *swoons* daddy!Rodney and Aiden and John, ohmygosh. O.O