For some reason, I had a hankering (that's right: a hankering -- like a craving, but more southern) for some good longfic (long here having the value of being over 15,000 words and something of a plot) so I randomly found some Stargate: Atlantis fic to read. And now I am bawling, or I was, for two hours and a half. I sat here with my chocolate ice cream and Rodney and John and sobbed all over my keyboard. I don't even watch SGA. Basically, I have no idea who these characters are. And yet, yet -- bawling. Into my bowl of triple fudge choco-chunks. (Actually, it started life as a cone of ice cream but the aforementioned reading and crying sort of took a toll on its structural integrity so I had to transfer it to a bowl.)

The fic wasn't even that sad by fandom standards: there was no death, no torture; it was just them navigating the pit-falls of a relationship between one emotionally-guarded military guy and one socially-inept but brilliant scientist. (At least I think that's who these guys are; like I said, my fandom knowledge is only what comes through osmosis from the hivemind.) But, gah, I still get choked up thinking about it.

There is obviously something horribly wrong with me, f'list. I think it's called a period but, Jesus fuck man, did it need to be so cliche? Chocolate and crying and porn. God, I am such a girl.


(Also, apologies for not replying to comments. The past couple days have been -- yeah. See above. I will get to them when I have more of a reaction than to snuffle into my sleeve and raid the Ben&Jerry's section at the corner store.)