Hee! Thank you, arby.

Someone's written strip poker fic. Except it was Ford/Sheppard. They got tapped for some kind of guard duty and omigod!!! Shep was so hoping Liz wouldn't pick Aiden to help him, cuz omigod! Aiden is teh hawt and Shep's jsut going to embarass himself all over Aiden.

So they go off to gaurd something. But it's so boring. What to do? Shep's all caught up in the hottitude of Aiden. And then he (Aiden) recommends poker. STRIP POKER!!!! Shep almost falls out right there, 'cuz he'll get to see Aiden's boyparts. Except, then he's worried that Aiden will see how bad Shep wants him and that wouldn't be wrong! But maybe, just maybe Aiden wants him too.

They play and Shep loses and gets nervous, because, really, he's a 13 yr old girl inside. But then Aiden says that he wants Shep and Shep can't quite believe it because that's Aiden! Who is so perfect and makes John feel young again, and not so old and worn down. But Aiden reassures him and one of them jumps hte other or it's a mutual jumping and it ends right at the sex part (thank god).

You can look up the story. It's called a Dream Defered and uses the line from Langston Hughes to preface the story.

It's called a Dream Defered and uses the line from Langston Hughes to preface the story.

Okay, it wasn't truly funny until you got to this part.

You're welcome! I transcribed it for my post at the_gay_chip so I could talk about HOW INCREDIBLY SLASHY it was.

Also, may I recommend zero point snark for snarky, slashy recaps. Although one of the recappers seems to be under the delusion that there's some ShepWeir going on, otherwise they're keeping up the fine TWOP tradition.

I suck at amusing re tellings. Unfortunatly I'm not a witty person.

No, I mean, it was funny, with the "Hi! I look like a 40 year old man, but am actually 13 inside. I'm painting my toenails pink right now, AIFG!" and all -- very familiar --, but you definitely saved the punchline for last.

Inappropriate quotation/reference of serious artwork, in service to the idiotic brand of fanfic, is more fun than you can shake T. S. Eliot at.

(Quotation of serious artwork in service to the excessive, annoying and overbearing brand of fanfic is just lame, but Langston Hughes and strip poker? Wack genius!)

Aw. Poor askye *pets*

Also, I have a story in progress over on Wraithbait. This is the first fanfic that I've ever gotten further along than a page or two, so me happy.

Okay.

Do you think the writers know what they're doing? Or is the same cluelessness about how to write women's roles also manifesting as them being completely oblivious to the Mckay/Sheppard subtext? I wouldn't have thought it possible to achieve near-Angel levels of UST without the writers intentionally aiming for it, but all the interviews seem to concentrate on "Duet" and the faux slash between Beckett and Cadman in Mckay's body.

They know. They must; God knows they've heard about Jack/Daniel for long enough, so I'm pretty sure they knew the reaction they'd get here. I'd rather doubt that it's intended the way some of the Angel stuff was--I mean, I don't think they're sitting around saying "how can we gay this up a little and make the slashers happy?"--but I very much doubt they're surprised.

t cheers on both arby and askye