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Very nice little piece of drama, angst h/c. Now how about the rest of the story 😄

Nothing Ever Goes to Plan

A Stargate: Atlantis blurb I wrote for @bebbie-the-hufflepuff in the mist of the sickness and sleep deprivation

Prompt: "How many fingers am I holding up"/"I don't have six fingers."

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There was utter chaos outside, the sounds of people screaming and running for their lives as Wraith Darts continued to ravage the village. John groaned as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, looking around the small cave they’d been knocked into

There had been an explosion near the gate that sent the team flying in all different directions. He had no idea where Teyla and Ford were, but he could just make out McKay laying across from him in the stone alcove they’d rebounded into.

“McKay,” He groaned, hauling himself up to check on the scientist, “McKay, you alright?”

When the other man still failed to respond, panic began to set in. Rodney McKay never missed a chance to complain or show off his flair for the dramatic…

John was on him in a second, turning the other man on his back so he could get a look at him. Rodney groaned at being shifted and John let out a small sigh of relief, he was alive at least.

But his face was covered in blood, and John started to panic again - at least until he noticed the gash on McKay’s forehead. Not ideal, but not as bad as it could have been…

John dug through his pack for the first aid kit, pulling out a wad of gauze to press it to the cut on McKay’s head, “C’mon McKay… talk to me… Rodney! Say something!”

“Stop shouting…” He finally groaned, one eye opening slightly to glare at him, “My head’s killing me.”

“Yeah, well, you took a pretty good hit to the head, so that’s understandable…” John said, holding up his other hand, “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Rodney took longer than John would have liked for him to answer, “I… uh…. Six….”

“I don’t have six fingers, McKay.” John said, cursing under his breath as he applied more pressure to the wound on his head.

“You asked, I answered!” The other man snapped back at him, “Clearly I have a concussion or some other kind of TBI - everything is spinning and…”

He cut himself off, hand pressed to his mouth with a groan. John groaned as well, shaking his head, “Don’t you dare throw up on me…”

Whatever snappy comeback Rodney was about to make was cut off as he dove to the side, retching as he tried to hold himself up and John kept the bandages pressed to his head.

“Just perfect…” John muttered before the com devices crackled and Ford reported that he and Teyla were ok.

“Good.” John said back tensely, “Get the gate open and let Atlantis know we need Beckett on standby. Teyla, I need your help getting McKay back to the gate.”

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okay now I'm curious and I dunno if this is really such an archaic foreign thing to young people today or if I'm just out of touch

Please reblog, I'd love to see a lot of responses!

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This.

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The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.

Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.

So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.

Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.

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Oh yeah, that is me, you even got the hair color correct.

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Such bright, eager faces!

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This is stunning ❣️

i gotta stop picking at this before i go bonkers.

(i'm not completely satisfied, but i really don't have enough experience with extreme lighting to get where i want to. its frustrating af but something that only practice can help.)

Anyway-

Stargate Atlantis Mer AU (it's Atlantis; of course there would be merpeople). Mergenius McKay, Ancientboi Sheppard. the city under water for thousands of years, the ancients in stasis, two worlds, something something something, we win.

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To Thor, food is life, food is love, food is the air that he breathed.

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Good news from May 2025.

Check out the long form video on YouTube for even more good news.

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Mcshep deserves all the love ❤️

"It's a layout… of the Sudarian villages. The walls of this monastery have protected it for ten thousand years." "It's beautiful." "It is… And yet, my eye is drawn elsewhere." "Hmm? How so?" "I'd like to restore it one day, but I'm afraid of damaging it. Perhaps you could help me, Doctor." "Really, you need to start calling me Rodney." "Very well." "I don't bore you, do I?" "No. No, no. It's not you. I just don't think I've ever been so tired."

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i like working at plant store. sometimes you ring up someone and there's a slug on their plant and so you're like "Oh haha you've got a friend there let me get that for you" and you put the slug on your hand for safekeeping but then its really busy and you dont have time to take the slug outside before the next customer in line so you just have a slug chilling on your hand for 15 minutes. really makes you feel at peace with nature. also it means sometimes i get to say my favorite line which is "would you like this free slug with your purchase"

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a feel like the new generation of fanfic readers NEED to understand that clicking on a fic (interaction) does nothing. ao3 has no algorithm. your private discord discussions of fic do not reach the authors. if you do not actively engage with writers they will stop posting. this isn’t social media this is community.

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y’all ever read a fanfic that you cannot believe an author just wrote for free?? what an honor it is to read a piece of someone’s soul they shared out of nothing but love for a piece of media. what a privilege it is to be allowed their talent because you share an interest!!

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fair-weather friends

On AO3

“They want what?” hisses Rodney.  

John is glad someone can voice what would get him in serious trouble.   

“Doctor McKay—” begins General Landry.  

“Does Elizabeth know what you’re planning?”  

“Doctor Weir wasn’t available to meet today, but we won’t make a decision without her input.”  

Rodney sits down and crosses his arms. John wishes he could do the same, but Landry's already unimpressed.  

It might be completely reasonable for the Lanteans to have taken back Atlantis, and in their shoes, he might have thrown them off the city too, but asking for an IDC is rubbing salt in the wound. 

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Go Fred, go!

this is fred, the dot.

fred wants to grow into a beautiful tree, but sadly has no branches

reblog to give fred a branch

i will post fred status updates as he grows

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66 thankewverymuch

46 ❤️👀💯🤷🏻‍♀️