mrwubbles: (Calvin Fic Idea)
This was a conversation with some of my friends a while ago. This question posed here was derived from a different question. It made for some really fun fic inspirations. Thought I would bounce the idea back out to you all as well. If any fic comes out of any of these for me, I'll link it back to this post.

No one should feel obliged to write a fic from this. You're more than welcome to post your answers here or on your own LJ. If a fic is born from this, great! Feel free to post the link here. The purpose of this question is just fun for your muses and generate some pressure free discussion for everyone. Enjoy.

Fanfic Food For Thought : NCIS, TORCHWOOD, BONES, SPN, SG1, etc... )
mrwubbles: (Calvin Fic Idea)
This was a conversation with some of my friends a while ago. This question posed here was derived from a different question. It made for some really fun fic inspirations. Thought I would bounce the idea back out to you all as well. If any fic comes out of any of these for me, I'll link it back to this post.

No one should feel obliged to write a fic from this. You're more than welcome to post your answers here or on your own LJ. If a fic is born from this, great! Feel free to post the link here. The purpose of this question is just fun for your muses and generate some pressure free discussion for everyone. Enjoy.

Fanfic Food For Thought : NCIS, TORCHWOOD, BONES, SPN, SG1, etc... )
mrwubbles: (SG1 Stargate Sg-1)
More on the coffee prompt. Am stuck in the Stargate 'verse (not that I'm complaining, mind you). Anyone's welcome to try. Just a little writing for practice. Silly fun and come on, I bet some of you out there totally understood what Daniel said in here...LOL.

Title: The 23rd Language
Author: Yuma
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rating: G, no pairing, humor
Words: 755 words
 
The 23rd Language )
 
"…was thinking the cookie…"
 
"You know, there's no line at that diner there…"
 
Teal'c silently agreed with O'Neill's assessment that the eatery across the street was indeed empty and would most likely be faster than the line in one of the many siblings of Starbucks. Teal'c doubted the viability of its offerings though. O'Neill had referred to it as a "greasy spoon".

 It did not sound appetizing.

The line moved with the typical pace of Apophis' slaves shuffling their chained bare feet into the mines. The faces here were just as unpleasant. They stared at the young man up front, who took no care about the grumbling around him; he wore a dark green apron and an odd cap set crooked compared to the others. He merely took his time. Many scowled at the…barista (Teal'c had asked DanielJackson to repeat it. Twice.) The man was apparently the overseer because he kept shouting to the others (also in green aprons and caps) after each customer. 
 
Captain Carter and DanielJackson were ahead of him. Their faces were pressed close to the glass case that held today's offerings. They left smudges on the cool surface with their fingers as they pointed out possible candidates for breakfast. Their heads were huddled close together, like when they were offplanet. Their choices were odd: a coffee cake that didn't look like it contained any coffee, a donut hole that had none, and a frittata that Captain Carter insisted was not an omelet and was made with egg whites only it wasn't white but lemon yellow.
 
Teal'c sighed to himself and made notes of everything the pair said. He will research this when they return to base. Or perhaps he will ask Lucy in the commissary. She was most helpful before in explaining why a pancake was not technically a cake and hot dogs did not really contain any canine product. However, she could not explain the custom of putting ketchup and mustard, sauerkraut, onions, relish, and beans on top. O'Neill had been most insistent. It tasted…interesting.
 
"Seriously, kids, there's a Dunkin Donuts just before the highway. We could pick up a—" O'Neill trailed off when, as one, Captain Carter and DanielJackson glowered up at O'Neill.
 
"You insisted on playing poker for breakfast," DanielJackson reminded O'Neill, still crouched by the glass enclosure.
 
O'Neill scowled back. "Dunkin Donuts is breakfast," he grumbled from behind Teal'c.
 
Captain Carter made an impolite sound. DanielJackson nodded in agreement. "Donuts are not really part of a healthy breakfast, sir."
 
Before O'Neill could reply, the pair returned their attention to the counter.
 
"What do you think, Sam?"
 
"…was thinking the rice krispie treat with the white chocolate…"
 
"…split with you? I'm thinking of the French toast…"
 
O'Neill muttered something under his breath that Teal'c thought best not to ask repeating. They moved up a few more steps. When DanielJackson reached the barista, O'Neill breathed "Finally."
 
Teal'c listened as Captain Carter ordered the food. She ordered the yellow egg white not an omelet frittata for Teal'c and some donut holes for O'Neill. When she was done, she turned expectedly to Daniel to order the beverages.
 
"…venti americano, no foam, half caf, breve…"
 
?
 
"…latte with soy, double shot, no whip…"
 
Teal'c blinked. He was enthralled as DanielJackson smoothly went down the list he made during their wait. He was completely at ease talking to the barista man, who replied just as strangely. Everyone around them didn't react.
 
The Jaffa always knew DanielJackson was remarkable and very important. A scholar who could speak the word of the gods and learn other languages so quickly with each world the Stargate took them. But this…
 
"And a grande cappuccino, light, extra hot, regular, and—" Daniel cocked his head towards Captain Carter as she whispered in his ear. The two looked past Teal'c, up and down at O'Neill and Daniel faced front again.
 
"And no whip," DanielJackson finished brightly. He wasn't even perspiring. Amazing.
 
"Daniel, that better be coffee you just ordered me," O'Neill growled.
 
DanielJackson was about to reply when he caught Teal'c's expression. "Is everything okay?"
 
"It was most impressive," Teal'c boomed as they stepped aside to wait for their order.
 
"Huh?" His friend wrinkled his nose that reminded him of his son. He missed his son.
 
"Was this," Teal'c waved towards the barista, "one of the twenty three languages you have mentioned having knowledge of?"
 
For some reason, DanielJackson flushed and O'Neill erupted into laughter.
 
The Tau'ri are very strange indeed.
 
The End
mrwubbles: (SG1 Stargate Sg-1)
More on the coffee prompt. Am stuck in the Stargate 'verse (not that I'm complaining, mind you). Anyone's welcome to try. Just a little writing for practice. Silly fun and come on, I bet some of you out there totally understood what Daniel said in here...LOL.

Title: The 23rd Language
Author: Yuma
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rating: G, no pairing, humor
Words: 755 words
 
The 23rd Language )
 
"…was thinking the cookie…"
 
"You know, there's no line at that diner there…"
 
Teal'c silently agreed with O'Neill's assessment that the eatery across the street was indeed empty and would most likely be faster than the line in one of the many siblings of Starbucks. Teal'c doubted the viability of its offerings though. O'Neill had referred to it as a "greasy spoon".

 It did not sound appetizing.

The line moved with the typical pace of Apophis' slaves shuffling their chained bare feet into the mines. The faces here were just as unpleasant. They stared at the young man up front, who took no care about the grumbling around him; he wore a dark green apron and an odd cap set crooked compared to the others. He merely took his time. Many scowled at the…barista (Teal'c had asked DanielJackson to repeat it. Twice.) The man was apparently the overseer because he kept shouting to the others (also in green aprons and caps) after each customer. 
 
Captain Carter and DanielJackson were ahead of him. Their faces were pressed close to the glass case that held today's offerings. They left smudges on the cool surface with their fingers as they pointed out possible candidates for breakfast. Their heads were huddled close together, like when they were offplanet. Their choices were odd: a coffee cake that didn't look like it contained any coffee, a donut hole that had none, and a frittata that Captain Carter insisted was not an omelet and was made with egg whites only it wasn't white but lemon yellow.
 
Teal'c sighed to himself and made notes of everything the pair said. He will research this when they return to base. Or perhaps he will ask Lucy in the commissary. She was most helpful before in explaining why a pancake was not technically a cake and hot dogs did not really contain any canine product. However, she could not explain the custom of putting ketchup and mustard, sauerkraut, onions, relish, and beans on top. O'Neill had been most insistent. It tasted…interesting.
 
"Seriously, kids, there's a Dunkin Donuts just before the highway. We could pick up a—" O'Neill trailed off when, as one, Captain Carter and DanielJackson glowered up at O'Neill.
 
"You insisted on playing poker for breakfast," DanielJackson reminded O'Neill, still crouched by the glass enclosure.
 
O'Neill scowled back. "Dunkin Donuts is breakfast," he grumbled from behind Teal'c.
 
Captain Carter made an impolite sound. DanielJackson nodded in agreement. "Donuts are not really part of a healthy breakfast, sir."
 
Before O'Neill could reply, the pair returned their attention to the counter.
 
"What do you think, Sam?"
 
"…was thinking the rice krispie treat with the white chocolate…"
 
"…split with you? I'm thinking of the French toast…"
 
O'Neill muttered something under his breath that Teal'c thought best not to ask repeating. They moved up a few more steps. When DanielJackson reached the barista, O'Neill breathed "Finally."
 
Teal'c listened as Captain Carter ordered the food. She ordered the yellow egg white not an omelet frittata for Teal'c and some donut holes for O'Neill. When she was done, she turned expectedly to Daniel to order the beverages.
 
"…venti americano, no foam, half caf, breve…"
 
?
 
"…latte with soy, double shot, no whip…"
 
Teal'c blinked. He was enthralled as DanielJackson smoothly went down the list he made during their wait. He was completely at ease talking to the barista man, who replied just as strangely. Everyone around them didn't react.
 
The Jaffa always knew DanielJackson was remarkable and very important. A scholar who could speak the word of the gods and learn other languages so quickly with each world the Stargate took them. But this…
 
"And a grande cappuccino, light, extra hot, regular, and—" Daniel cocked his head towards Captain Carter as she whispered in his ear. The two looked past Teal'c, up and down at O'Neill and Daniel faced front again.
 
"And no whip," DanielJackson finished brightly. He wasn't even perspiring. Amazing.
 
"Daniel, that better be coffee you just ordered me," O'Neill growled.
 
DanielJackson was about to reply when he caught Teal'c's expression. "Is everything okay?"
 
"It was most impressive," Teal'c boomed as they stepped aside to wait for their order.
 
"Huh?" His friend wrinkled his nose that reminded him of his son. He missed his son.
 
"Was this," Teal'c waved towards the barista, "one of the twenty three languages you have mentioned having knowledge of?"
 
For some reason, DanielJackson flushed and O'Neill erupted into laughter.
 
The Tau'ri are very strange indeed.
 
The End
mrwubbles: (SG1 Stargate Sg-1)
Shipping the java. Oh noooos...

I had found this lovely icon by bmshippers_arts of Jack Harkness and coffee. And it got me thinking. (uh oh) There are so many fannish relationships between the characters we love and the java. Just little drabbles about them and their coffee as I sip mine. *G*
 
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Words: 171 words
Time: 9 minutes
 Romancing the java... )
 
Daniel blew softly at the contents in the blue and white coffee mug before sipping. It was a gift from Sam and even Daniel could appreciate the caffeine molecule on the smooth, matte ceramic. Jack's idea of a good mug was one with Homer Simpson on it with some odd quote both he and Teal'c can't quite get. Plus, Jack also thought coffee mugs that hold 16 ounces was good enough.
 
Daniel pulled back his coffee and eyed the 28 ounce ceramic in his left hand. He snorted.
 
Yeah, sure you betcha.
 
Another sip (he'll have to remember to buy something for Janet for this blend she'd found in town) and Daniel went back to reviewing Lawson's idiotic interpretation of the symbol tyruei. Lawson was certain it meant to deposit. It would explain why Sergeant Anderson mistaken the chieftain's concubine's hut for a lavatory.   
 
* The 28 oz caffeine molecule mug exists with GeekToys, Inc. *glower* And yes, I'm a regular customer with them!
mrwubbles: (SG1 Stargate Sg-1)
Shipping the java. Oh noooos...

I had found this lovely icon by bmshippers_arts of Jack Harkness and coffee. And it got me thinking. (uh oh) There are so many fannish relationships between the characters we love and the java. Just little drabbles about them and their coffee as I sip mine. *G*
 
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Words: 171 words
Time: 9 minutes
 Romancing the java... )
 
Daniel blew softly at the contents in the blue and white coffee mug before sipping. It was a gift from Sam and even Daniel could appreciate the caffeine molecule on the smooth, matte ceramic. Jack's idea of a good mug was one with Homer Simpson on it with some odd quote both he and Teal'c can't quite get. Plus, Jack also thought coffee mugs that hold 16 ounces was good enough.
 
Daniel pulled back his coffee and eyed the 28 ounce ceramic in his left hand. He snorted.
 
Yeah, sure you betcha.
 
Another sip (he'll have to remember to buy something for Janet for this blend she'd found in town) and Daniel went back to reviewing Lawson's idiotic interpretation of the symbol tyruei. Lawson was certain it meant to deposit. It would explain why Sergeant Anderson mistaken the chieftain's concubine's hut for a lavatory.   
 
* The 28 oz caffeine molecule mug exists with GeekToys, Inc. *glower* And yes, I'm a regular customer with them!
mrwubbles: (MISC Paperwork)
It's the 11th hour--er, month, when stories coming rolling in, edits are done, fonts are chosen.

And now I have a headache. )
mrwubbles: (MISC Paperwork)
It's the 11th hour--er, month, when stories coming rolling in, edits are done, fonts are chosen.

And now I have a headache. )

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