#major Samantha carter

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[pearl-stonecutter]

The real Stargate A team is Sam, Daniel, and Janet.

[trainofcommand]

Ahhh, damn, I love Sam Carter's season 4 hair.

[geekysteven]

[Image description Scene from Stargate SG-1 with Daniel, Jack, Sam and Jacob/Selmak looking at a holographic projection of a star. Text reads while zooming in on Sam's face "What a lovely sun you have there! Would be a shame if someone...Blew it up."]

[captain-sassy-socks]

[trapezequeen]

Carwheeler + SG1 Aesthetic

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[adafruit]

Desktop portable Stargate 🌌🛸💡

Always liked the episode of SG-1 when Orlin made a mini Stargate using various parts ordered online and from Major Samantha Carter's toaster. This one at least fits in our apartment, all part of the round LCD work we are doing with the ESP32-S3.

[spurious]

Mashing the random emoji button, author's choice of where it fits best: 🚳🚮🚏🫙🗨️

we're on the live oak train today, and something about warning signs, trash, and empty vessels has brought me to this:

On the other side of the radio Kavanagh's apparently pronounced them all dead meat already, and though Elizabeth seems about ready to strangle the bastard, Rodney's hit with a bolt of fucking excruciating clarity as he sees himself, just a few years ago, sneering at Samantha Carter as he told her Teal'c was a lost cause. Rodney imagines, now, someone saying to his face that Major Sheppard isn't going to live through this, and he realizes he's lucky she hadn't punched him in the goddamn mouth.

[eddieredmayneargentinablog]

Les Miserables (2012) - Behind the scenes.

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Les Misérables is a 2012 epic period musical film directed by Tom Hooper from a screenplay by William Nicholson, Alain Boublil, Claude-Michel Schönberg, and Herbert Kretzmer, based on the stage musical of the same name by Schönberg, Boublil, and Jean-Marc Natel, which in turn is based on the 1862 novel Les Misérables by Victor Hugo. The film stars an ensemble cast led by Hugh Jackman, Russell Crowe, Anne Hathaway, Eddie Redmayne, Amanda Seyfried, Helena Bonham Carter, and Sacha Baron Cohen.

Set in France during the early nineteenth century, the film tells the story of Jean Valjean who, while being hunted for decades by the ruthless policeman Javert after breaking parole, agrees to care for a factory worker's daughter. The story reaches a resolution against the background of the June Rebellion of 1832.

Following the release of the stage musical, a film adaptation was mired in development hell for over ten years, as the rights were passed on to several major studios, and various directors and actors were considered. In 2011, producer Cameron Mackintosh sold the film rights to Eric Fellner, who financed the film with Tim Bevan through their production company Working Title Films. In June 2011, production of the film officially began, with Hooper hired as director. The main characters were cast later that year. Principal photography began in March 2012 and ended in June. Filming took place on locations in Greenwich, London, Chatham, Winchester, Bath, and Portsmouth, England; in Gourdon, France; and on soundstages in Pinewood Studios.

Les Misérables premiered at the Odeon Luxe Leicester Square in London on 5 December 2012 and was released on 25 December in the United States and on 11 January 2013 in the United Kingdom, by Universal Pictures. The film received generally positive reviews from critics, with many praising the direction, production values, musical numbers, and ensemble cast, with Jackman, Hathaway, Redmayne, Seyfried, Aaron Tveit, and Samantha Barks being the most often singled out for praise. However, Crowe's performance as Javert and singing were met with criticism. It grossed over $442 million worldwide against a production budget of $61 million. The film was nominated for eight categories at the 85th Academy Awards, winning three, and received numerous other accolades. Since its release, it has been considered by many to be one of the most famous adaptations of the novel and one of the best musical films of the 2010s and the 21st century.

#my screenshots

[janfraiser]

a brief interruption

Set after SG-1 3x06 Point of View; Sam can't help but tease Jack after he returns to their reality. Title from Glitch by Taylor Swift which is just too perfect for this ep. (Side note, I know the SG-1 team doesn't necessarily live on base, but. It's 0230 and i only started writing this at like midnight. Let's ignore those specifics and just enjoy the Sam/Jack messiness 💗)

Major Samantha Carter has an incredibly high threshold for what she considers ‘weird’. With the amount of shit she sees in a week, there are things that would send the average civilian running for the hills that she won’t even set her coffee down for. She’s friends with little gray men. She’d practically adopted a child rescued from an alien planet. Almost nothing fazes her.

Almost nothing.

Pacing back and forth across her quarters, she decides that today might just be the weirdest fucking day she’s ever had. It’s already after midnight, but if she was going to be able to sleep tonight, she would’ve done it by now. The lab is empty when she gets there, but that’s how she likes it. Nobody there but her and her thoughts.

Unfortunately, her thoughts do not want to focus on energy generation or stabilizing the system she’d cracked the code on earlier with her alternate self. She keeps looking from the prototype to her notes from earlier, but she’s not processing any of it. She sits at the desk, hunched over with her elbow on the table, but her hand that’s supposed to be writing keeps traveling to her own face, her knuckles rubbing over her cheekbone like she’d watched Jack do as he’d held her alternate self, so gently, so tenderly. Forget the kiss, she’s jealous of the way the other Sam had gotten to lean into him, to draw comfort from his warm, solid form.

Wait. Jealous? Sam frowns down at her notes. Where had that come from? She’s not jealous, not of any of it. Her heart goes out to the other Sam, who had lost her world and everyone she loved and still kept fighting to move forward, move on. But that’s it. Admiration, respect, maybe some pity. No jealousy.

She drops her pen on the desk and unplugs the wires she’d hooked to the prototype. She’s not focused enough to work tonight. But going back to her quarters just to lie in the dark doesn’t feel like a good idea either. Sam sighs and wanders down the halls until she finds the mess, predictably deserted.

She doesn’t even get four spoonfuls of cereal into her mouth before it becomes un-deserted.

Jack startles when he spots her, nearly dropping the meal he’s just microwaved. “Carter. Hi.”

Sam waves her spoon at him. “Burning the midnight oil, sir?”

He snorts and shakes his head, sitting down across the table from her. “Trying to decide what the hell to put in that mission report.”

If she’s bewildered by the events of the day, she can’t imagine how he feels. “I bet.” She takes another bite of cereal but speaks around it, before she can stop herself. “So, how was it?”

Jack doesn’t answer immediately, but his smirk says he knows what she’s asking about. “Terrible,” he says drily, the word soaked in sarcasm.

Sam smothers a laugh. “I’m so sorry.” She rests her chin on one hand, more comfortable teasing him back now that his eyes have that familiar twinkle of amusement. “I’m sure I would do it better.” She’s not; the other version of herself had been so touchy-feely and sentimental and open, all qualities Sam feels further away from every year. But that doesn’t matter, because she’s joking. She’s joking.

“Too bad we’ll never find out.” Jack is still holding eye contact, still smirking, and if Sam didn’t know better she would think he was leading her on, that he was flirting back.

Back? No. She’s not flirting. Is she?

“Of course not,” she agrees, biting her lip. “It’s against regulations. And you’d never break any rules, would you, Colonel?”

It’s pretty dark in the mess, which must be why Jack’s pupils are so dilated. “Now, Major,” he says, his voice slow and sure, “that sounds like a challenge.”

“Security teams are probably dozing,” she points out, her heart rate ramping up. This is so incredibly stupid, and she was joking, and now neither of them are. “It wouldn’t be a challenge, just an experiment. You know. Further research into the differences in alternate realities…”

“Well, you scientists do love your research,” Jack murmurs. He’s leaning across the table already.

Sam shoves her bowl out of the way, milk splashing over her fingers. “This definitely doesn’t need to go in the mission report.”

Jack takes her chin in one hand when he kisses her, pulling her toward him until their lips meet. He’s bracing himself against the table, so that firm grip is the only place he’s touching her, aside from the kiss. Sam, on the other hand, is digging her fingers into his shoulders, his BDU jacket seeming impossibly thin, with the amount of heat she can feel radiating off him through the fabric. He’d pulled her off balance and she’d gasped and then his tongue was in her mouth, which, holy shit.

All she’s been able to think about all night is kissing Jack O’Neill. Now that she’s doing it, her mind is incredibly, blissfully blank.

She’s practically panting when Jack leans back. It takes a few seconds for her to remember how to form words again. “So?” she asks, her voice huskier than normal, “who was better?”

Jack licks his lips. “Y’know, it was close. Maybe I need another try?”

The second kiss is somehow, mind-blowingly, even better.

Sam still gives him a third, though.

Just to make sure.

[professortennant]

hey yo my friend, long time no see, how you doing? i can ask for 19 and/or 20 for the writing warm up prompts please? 💜

hi friend! doing okay and glad to be dipping toes back into fandom waters <3 #20. wearing their lover’s clothes! (also, “can I get my shirt back? ’'no.”)

Samantha Carter, it turns out, is a no-good, dirty rotten thief. He suspected her when he'd returned to the commissary to find his plate of fries a few handfuls short and his second-in-command looking suspiciously like the cat got the canary, greasy fingers and lips and all.

It escalates from there.

On their return from their stint in 1969, smelling like pot and incense and sweat , he'd returned to the locker room with wet hair and a towel around his waist to find most of his 60s-era clothing gone. He hadn't thought anything of it at the time, figured the eggheads collected it as part of mission artifacts and they were folded and labeled in a storage vault somewhere.

Except when he gets topside and walks towards his truck, ready for a cold beer to ease the ache of time travel, he sees Captain Carter astride a rumbling beast of a motorcycle clad in a suspiciously familiar leather jacket. Where it had been snug on him in the 60s, it swamps her form. Something low in his gut twists at the sight of seeing her wearing his clothes--however brief a time they were his. And the sight of her now--leather jacket and long legs and looking entirely too tempting and dangerous--is enough to make him question every fraternization reg in the book.

He slid his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose and twirled his keys around his finger, aiming for nonchalant as he made his way towards her, raising his voice over the rumble of her engine. "Nice jacket you got there, Carter."

There was only a flash of chagrin on her face before she shrugged, fingers plucking at the soft, worn leather. "Vintage is in these days, sir. And, well, it doesn't get more vintage than this."

"Hey," he said sharply. "Easy with the vintage. Some of us were around when that jacket was new."

She ducked her head, biting back a smile. "Yes, sir."

(He should report her for removal of property of the Stargate program, but he's always been a pretty firm believer that rules are generally meant to be broken and she really, really does look good in that jacket. He steps back and watches her go, revving her engine and disappearing around the corner with a backwards glance at her stunned CO.)

On P3X-229, he finds the front pocket of his pack suspiciously light and Major Carter covered in his favorite brand of sunscreen--the kind that smelled just a little bit like coconuts and bananas that the Air Force refused to spring the extra couple bucks for. When he stepped into her personal space and gave a dramatic sniff, she had the gumption to raise an eyebrow at him, chin jutting defiantly as if daring him to say something.

(He made sure to pack an extra tube in his pack for her next time. It was more protective than the standard issue crap and maybe it did a little something to him to know that he was doing this for her--his fair-skinned Major who started burning exactly sixty-one minutes in the sun. The fact that she smelled like summers at the cabin didn't hurt either.)

On her first real trip to the cabin--after Pete and Kerry and all the things they left unsaid finally said--she sits beside him on the dock of his cabin, cold beer in her hand and smelling of his own personal brand of sunscreen (this time given freely and applied in messy swipes of his hands over her shoulders and neck). She stretches out leisurely and presses her bare thigh against his, the contact of skin sticky in the heat. He squeezes her knee and leans over to brush his lips over her rapidly freckling shoulder.

"You should go inside, Carter. You're mottling like a banana."

She gave him an unimpressed smile. "A banana? Real nice." Another brush of his lips against her skin had her relenting, melting against his side. "A few more minutes and then we'll both go in."

"This is not a negotiation, Sam," he argued, voice dropping the teasing tone and instead replacing it with concern. Old habits die hard. "You're going to burn and you'll be miserable and then--"

But Sam is two steps ahead--when isn't she?--and curls her fingers against his jaw and lifts his mouth to hers, kissing him softly, hungrily. She tastes of sun and salt and all thoughts of going inside disappear with each brush of her tongue against his, each soft searching press of her lips. No matter how many galaxies he travels to or planets he explores, each kiss and touch from Samantha Carter is the only adrenaline rush he needs.

As he presses forward, shifts in his chair to get closer, his fishing rod clattering to the dock so he can get his hand between her legs and the other in her hair, he feels a sudden pull and then she's gone from his arms.

He blinks stupidly for a minute until his lust-filled gaze clears and he sees Samantha Carter sitting in front of him looking deliciously self-satisfied and his favorite olive green cap--the one he was wearing until about five seconds ago--perched atop her head, her blonde hair curling beneath the brim.

She beams at him. "Ten more minutes," she counters, her tongue peeking out from behind her teeth in a too-wide, mischievous smile.

He huffs, faux-annoyance coloring his tone as he reaches for his favorite hat on his favorite person. "Give that back, you kleptomaniac."

But she dodges out of reach, laughing and pulling the bill of his hat--now her hat--further down on her head. "No," she argues.

He could argue, he thinks, reach over and scoop her up and throw her in the empty lake or carry her back to the cabin and strip her of every piece of clothing she has except for his baseball cap (and actually, yeah, he'll put a pin in that). Instead, he leans back in his chair and watches her and realizes he's forgotten one last count of theft against her:

She stole his heart.

[trainofcommand]

Major Lorne: Sir, did you know that in France, some trains run up to 198 miles per hour? And that there are routes from Paris to London, home to one of the world's largest Ferris Wheels?

Lt. Colonel Sheppard:…Major, are you hitting on me right now?

Major Lorne: Just trying to keep our working relationship on the right track, Colonel.

Colonel Carter: Guys, I'm standing right here.

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Stargate

#126

Title: Journeys All Start Somewhere

Pairing/Characters: Cameron Mitchell/John Sheppard, Evan Lorne/Cameron Mitchell/John Sheppard, Samantha Carter

Rating Explicit | E

Warnings/Tags: No Warnings apply

nan

Summary: John Sheppard didn’t attend the Air Force Academy to make friends. He ends up finding more than that in the form of Cameron Mitchell and Evan Lorne.

#127

Title: Roundabout Way to a Family

Pairing/Characters: eventual John Sheppard/Laura Cadman, past Laura Cadman/Carson Beckett, most major Stargate Atlantis Charcters appear in story

Rating Explicit | E

Warnings/Tags: Major Character Death, character death is Carson Beckett's canon death

nan

Summary: When John Sheppard talks Laura Cadman out of leaving Atlantis, he never expects their journey to end up where it does.

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Hints and Could Be's

Stargate: Atlantis; Evan Lorne Word Count: 1013 (T)W: Being lifted against your will. Request: Yes. “I was wondering if you could do an Major Lorne imagine or Fanfic. Set in Atlantis but can have a cameo of SG1 💁🏼‍♀️ Where reader/Yn is an archeologist (like Jackson) has a PHD and they meet one day and it’s a hint of what could be, head strong like carter. Enjoys making fun of flyboys, is kinda a “hot girl” if you will 🤦🏼‍♀️ (trying a different than the shy “nerdy” girl) could of joined the Airforce but has too strong of a memory of what Generals can be like. (Has family ties to the airforce! Oh she totally likes to “bullies” McKay, he actually respects her (secretly) because she can stand up for herself and show off her knowledge. She might have a dark past?? Unsure Have fun! Thanks for looks at my request 🙋🏼‍♀️” @stargurl-battleship A/N: I am so, incredibly sorry this has take so long! Some of your request I'm kind of working into an SGA long shot and to prevent myself from (accidentally) reusing lines, I wasn't able to cover everything in the request, and I'm so sorry about that! I hope this is close to what you were looking for!

Being part of the Stargate programme was one of the best things that could have happened to you. Never once in all your years of studying, did you think you would ever get to use your degree to the extent which you currently were. Seeing the different races and cultures that participated towards the evolution of your own made your other hopes for your degree usage pale in comparison. You hadn’t realised that the stargate programme would be made up of mainly military personnel and was even more shocked to discover that most of them were Airforce and the few scientists that were in the team tended to be civilian contractors, with Major Samantha Carter seeming to be the exception to the rule. You studied under Dr Daniel Jackson for the first year or so of your career with the Stargate programme, you learned the dialects, the common and uncommon hieroglyphs, the correct pronunciation of words from Dr Jackson and Teal’c.

Eventually you joined a different SG team and would travel with a Major Evan Lorne and his team once Dr Jackson had deemed you ‘well versed’ enough to go solo. You and Lorne both got along well enough and had a similar bond to O’Neil and Jackson. You would call out Lorne for his ‘military tactics’ and he would call you out on your ‘naïve and protocol breaking ways’. When you were both made aware that you would be joining the Atlantis programme and travelling off world for an extended period of time, you made sure to grab any PDF’s you could on the language and dialects of the ancients and attempted to pack as lightly as you could. When Lorne came by your office to check in on your progress, he was highly amused and alarmed at the books piled high, the scattering of objects and the general untidiness of your normally pristine workspace. He had the greatest smirk on his face when you randomly popped your head out looking extremely disheveled, and making Lorne catch his breath without realising it.

“No, no, no, it can’t be time to leave already! I haven’t finished packing yet!” You panicked more, bouncing between different piles of books and artefacts. Lorne became more amused and continued to watch you from the doorway.

“Came on nerd, let’s go through this together, you still have a couple of hours until we actually have to leave, yet.” He put his rucksack down by the doorway and made his way into the office.

After a lot of debate and a few arguments of what’s logical to take and what’s essential to take, you and Lorne had finally managed to get a) your bag packed and b) drastically reduce the amount of bags you were trying to take through the gate with you. You both made it to the gate room just as the dialling sequence was finishing, much to Lorne’s annoyance, and bid your farewell to the Cheyenne Mountain Complex.

When you both arrived at the Atlantis site, it was breathtaking. You spent your first few days exploring the city, or what was open and accessible of it. You met Sheppard and his team. You found Tayla and Ronin friendly enough and learning of their cultures was fascinating. McKay was arrogant, selfish and definitely someone you made a mental note to avoid in the future. You were capable of keeping pace with McKay, but wasn’t up for the constant debate that you felt was sure to follow with being in a close proximity to him. You heard from Tayla that McKay appeared to enjoy your company and the intellectual sparring. You mentally gagged at the thought. When you were sent on your first mission with Lorne and Sheppard’s team you were excited, you made sure to keep at least 2 people between yourself and McKay and stuck close with Lorne.

When you were translating something, lost in thought and focussing on the writing and translation, Lorne would make sure that you remembered to hydrate and eat (even if it was just a snack) and when he was doing a perimeter check he would ensure that someone else from your team would take over the role of ensuring you ate and drank.

Once the survey of the planet was completed, you had packed up your equipment and was trying to grab some last pictures to study when you returned to Atlantis. Lorne made sure to watch your 6 and gently hurry you along. After about 5 minutes the patience ended and while you continued to ignore his pleas to head back to the gate, Lorne eventually huffed and grabbed you, throwing you over his shoulder and hauling ass back to the gate. Your protests being greatly ignored. Sheppard looked incredibly amused at the sight before him, Lorne attempting to run with your legs randomly kicking in protest and your faint voice calling for 5 more minutes to go back as you had missed a few columns for researching. Tayla completed the dialling sequence as you made it to the gate and Lorne refused to put you down until you were all through the gate. You huffed and squirreled yourself away in the research lab, using the Ancients data base to try and help translate faded parts of the text.

Lorne would periodically pop in or send Doctor Beckett in with nutrients and hydration, but you were so lost in thought (and truthfully still annoyed at Lorne) that half the time your forgot to eat the ever-growing snack/fruit basket which was accumulating on your desk. On Lorne’s 8th check-in he threatened to carry you to med bay for nutrition if you didn’t sit and eat soon. “Y’know I’m tired of you airforce boys trying to threaten me with med bay.” Lorne tried to hold back a smirk and stopped himself from bringing up the fact that you should be used to it growing up with ‘flyboys’.

The light smirk you attempted to push down when speaking with Lorne stole his breath. His checking in on you, made your heart skip.

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[ganthritorchic]

I am re-watching SG1 if you can't tell at this point lolol, but can you imagine the Tok'ra and the level of salt they got going on? The Tauri just rocking up and fuckin up all their long long game plans and just mercing system lords left and right with their "low tech" know how.

Also also.... Major Samantha Carter is my favorite. You look at her and you're like... She is the Sensible One. And often she is! And then she'll whip out a plan like "Let's create an artificial supernova with a Stargate and a black hole we know about, to fuck up Apophis(for the 900th time)" who needs this sun and planet anyways.

Love that gate traveling has released this wonderfully intelligent gremlin in camouflage on the universe.