Interventions

[eruthros]

So I was having one of those conversations you have with fannish friends. You know. thingswithwings was telling me a story idea, and she said, god, what am I even doing, somebody's gonna stage an intervention any day now. And I, of course, pointed out that this was Stargate: Atlantis, and that you probably couldn't get an intervention for anything less than "the story in which Rodney and John sit in the office all day without talking to each other and just do paperwork," and perhaps not even then.

So, guys, what does it take to get an intervention in SGA? How far do you have to go?

Like, imagine your fannish friend who's been with you for the last three fandoms. You even bailed out of the X-Files at the same time! It has been so wonderful and lovely. But now she's gone a little bit off the rails in this wild and crazy SGA fandom.

[Poll #1090767]

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[graycastle.livejournal.com]

...remembering old XF fic that I read when I was fourteen is a bit like TRIPPING OUT. I don't want the bizarre things in my brain to be real! There was the one where M&S go through a portal to an alternate universe that's all sword and sorcery, and Scully becomes a WARRIOR/HEALER, a previously unknown combination, and Mulder becomes a, whatever, GUY WHO DROPS HIS GUN, I forget, but someone reads their auras and tells them what they ARE. And then mostly I remember Scully fighting on horseback with her hair all grown out. OH ADOLESCENT FANTASY.

and the thing is, there are like a million XF and Buffy fics like these in my brain, just waiting for the right memory trigger to jump out at me! I am in grave danger.

[eruthros]

I was going to be all "oh my god! graycastle's having flashbacks!" and, you know, try to be a concerned friend. Grave danger! Drama! Woe! A small chance of freezing while teaching to flash back to that AU where they were bunnies! Etc.

But then your swords-and-sorcery AU gave me a flashback to this picture and now I hate you forever instead.

[graycastle.livejournal.com]

The mist rising from the lake partially obscured the rider as he urged his stallion on. The dry, autumnal leaves crunched under the animal's hooves, and a light dew of perspiration bathed both horse and rider as they galloped. The horse was a bay stallion, his muscles rippling beneath a shining coat as his long, sturdy legs ate up the ground, his powerful flanks heaving with the exertion. The rider resembled his horse - long legs, taut muscles under tanned flesh, a wide brow and dark, intense eyes. There was a fusion of flesh, animal and human, as the rider and horse became one, moving with perfect synchronized precision across the valley floor, unaware that they were being watched.

WHY GOD WHY

[eruthros]

worse is that I remember it. I mean, I had forgotten it (THANK GOD) and then you were all swords-and-sorcery at me and then... then... I had this flashback to naked Skinner on a horse and then I remembered that there was an associated story and, and. WOE.