Okay, so mostly I'm curious, because hello, internet! I write really slowly! I've posted a total of two things! I like exclamation points!
If you had me under your command and could make me write anything, regardless of whether or not I know the fandom or if anybody even writes fic in that fandom and no matter how crack-addled it might be, what would you love to see me write?
In other news, last night I dreamed that I was the lead singer in a Rage Against the Machine tribute band. We mostly played small auditoriums, and were very popular in Mexico. Apparently I was rocking out so hard in my sleep that I sleepwalked across the house and ended up on the couch. Roommate #2 is sorry that she missed this because she is sure I was sleep-air-guitaring my way down the hall. Roommate #2 knows me well.
If you had me under your command and could make me write anything, regardless of whether or not I know the fandom or if anybody even writes fic in that fandom and no matter how crack-addled it might be, what would you love to see me write?
In other news, last night I dreamed that I was the lead singer in a Rage Against the Machine tribute band. We mostly played small auditoriums, and were very popular in Mexico. Apparently I was rocking out so hard in my sleep that I sleepwalked across the house and ended up on the couch. Roommate #2 is sorry that she missed this because she is sure I was sleep-air-guitaring my way down the hall. Roommate #2 knows me well.

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My minister was raised Catholic, really Irish Catholic, it came out a bunch since he was still dealing, but it didn't stop him. Ooh, backstory, John could have still been all military, like his family, but at some point the battalion minister guy could have been unitarian and John would have respected his laid back approach to the whole religion and also maybe the tone done on the fire and brimstone rhetoric. I mean, he's at war, right? People being blown up all the time, places destroyed, good people, good places, all that. Then maybe he gets kicked out or actually resigns or whatever it is you do; gets himself kicked out by coming out, whatever.
I think John would get a huge draw from the youth people and really offend the older types who would be scandalized and offended by his short sermons and unorthodox methods.
Um. Whatever. I still want my unitarian AU.
I DID see that! I was all glee and joy about the Teal'c thing.
OOH! Or John could stumble into the church post-military and Rodney would do that vague, 'you there, hold this' thing and Teyla-as-minister would kinda draft him into those random things that would need doing and he could be hired help! And play on Ronon's softball team. And slowly his heart could be healed through the magic of individual spiritualism!(just kidding).
As for Rodney, many of my congregation were complete atheists who identified first as humanists and second as unitarians, if that means anything.
Just because I ramble does not mean in any way that I want to write this. Really.
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I can see Rodney as pianist! Rodney as the pianist that everyone secretly hates, except for the ones who publically hate him and secretly like him, because they've been gritting their teeth over the tone-deaf soprano in the choir for TWENTY YEARS and Rodney finally, finally got her to stfu. She's now in charge of responsive readings, which is not Rodney's department, at least, even if she delivers them with a lot of dramatic gestures.
My minister was a straight-married research chemist athiest. Who then became a gay-married Buddhist minister. I see Rodney as maybe being the angry kind of athiest, though. The sort that does not darken our UU doorstep until they have kids, and since McShep ate my brain, I couldn't see Rodney spontaneously reproducing.
Yes! John is freshly out of the military and all newly semi-out and confused and deeply angsty, and also he wears a toolbelt and replaces lightbulbs. And Rodney is holding the box of lightbulbs for him while John's up on a ladder (how many unitarians does it take to screw in a lightbulb?) and Rodney goes all dry-mouthed and stuttery over John's fine, fine man-ass.
And then they make out in the choir loft.