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dailystargatebooty · 2 months

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#Stargate Atlantis #SGA #Stargate #teyla emmagan #rachel luttrell #rodney mckay #thirty eight minutes

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carsonsweebabyturtles · 1 year

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#Stargate Atlantis #sga #stargate #elizabeth weir #torri higginson #thirty eight minutes #international women's day #caps by me #edits by me

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spurious · 10 months

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Better Odds

(a thirty-eight minutes episode tag. also on AO3)

"Major."

McKay's found John in the room he's been told is his office, his bright blue eyes flicking nervously between John's neck and his face. John resists the urge to rub his fingers across the still-tender tissue: he knows it's going to scar, but he's also pretty sure McKay's not seeing John's skin—he's seeing the bug, seeing thick black legs wrapped around John's throat.

He's probably hearing the way John'd screamed, every time they tried something new to take it off. Every time he tried something to take it off, because despite the obvious, unvarnished terror, he'd been right by John's side with Teyla and Ford the whole time, trying to free him. John knows what it's like to hear screams in your head, screams you'd caused, and it doesn’t matter much whether you’d been trying to help or harm. This isn't what he'd hoped for, when he asked McKay to join his team, but it's what they've got, and John likes to think he’s a realist.

"What can I do for you?" John asks, slouching back in his chair.

McKay's mouth twitches into something that seems like it's trying to be a smile, and he steps into the room, looking around in a way that's sort of distractedly nonchalant. There's not much to see, though, and after a moment he seems to deflate, throwing himself down onto the chair opposite John's desk—John had actually tried to avoid getting a second chair in here, on the hope that it would prevent anyone from staying long, but Elizabeth had very pointedly brought and then left her own, the second time she'd come to see him.

"I, um, I just wanted to say, well," McKay starts, winding up to his point with meaningless filler words in a way that John, for some reason, seems to find charming rather than grating, "it was, uh, a very…elucidating experience, spending time on a gate team, but, I, I, I don't feel I'm particularly cut out for the," and there's a pause, accompanied by an expansive hand gesture, "the mortal peril under crushing time constraints, and all that."

"You're saying you want off the team?" John asks. He'd wondered if this would happen, once the adrenaline of the danger and the satisfaction of the rescue wore off. Doesn't mean he's gonna take it lying down, though.

"Yes," McKay says, nodding. "Glad you understand."

"Thing is," John says, letting his voice flatten into its slowest drawl, "I don't think we'd've made it if you weren't there."

McKay's eyes widen, briefly, confirming John's suspicions that this is a man who's unaccustomed to appreciation freely given. His chin comes up, then, posture straightening into his already-familiar blustering stance. "Well, of course. That much is obvious."

"Well," John replies, tilting his head, "see, I kind of wanna keep staying alive.”

"So do I," McKay says, quickly. "That's why I'd rather, you know…stay here." His hands flex around nothing, his eyes drifting again and again to the side of John's neck.

John wets his lips, tries to figure out how to play this. "I obviously can't, and won't, force you to stay on the team."

McKay blinks, narrowing his eyes. "But?"

"Our odds're better with you there." John shrugs. "I like better odds."

McKay's breathing picks up, his eyes wide, a little bit unfocused. John knows he's back in that jumper with a ticking clock on his back. Knows there's nothing to do but wait and see which way this goes.

"What if…" McKay's voice is quiet, thin, and he's looking determinedly at the floor. "What if I—I mean, I'm good, I'm—I'm very good, I'm the best, actually, I know that, but—" his tone has gone manic, now, and he raises his face, his eyes pinning John like wide-open sky, above the cloud line. "What if I can't?"

McKay snaps his mouth shut, takes several panicked-sounding breaths through his nose, and then looks away, voice settling into that near-whisper once more when he continues: "Save everyone, I mean. Next time."

John’s stomach churns. He thinks, not for the first time, not even for the first time today, that they’ve brought a bunch of scientists into a goddamn war zone. It’s not fair. None of this is fair. He touches the side of his neck, tries to tamp down the shudder.

“You can’t always save everyone,” John says, because McKay deserves the truth, and because John needs to know if he really is the type of man John thinks he is. “You just…do the best you can, because the only other option is to do nothing.”

“God,” McKay blows out a breath, shaking his head. “I thought you’d lie to me, give me some platitude I could shout down with statistics, but…”

“I’m not much for platitudes,” John says, honestly. “And you’re not stupid.”

McKay’s mouth quirks just a bit at that, and he gives John a careful, curious look. “No, I’m not, and I’m beginning to suspect that you’re not, either.”

John smiles, puts in the effort of biting back a smart-ass retort.

McKay stands, palms on his thighs. “Alright, fine. I’ll stay on your team.” He blinks several times, looking at John’s face, then his neck. His crooked mouth tilts down at one corner. “Better I’m out there than back here, if…if something happens.”

“Good,” John says, meaning it. “You, me, Ford, Teyla—I like our odds.”

“I was never much of a gambler,” McKay mumbles, as though he’s talking to himself. Then he looks up, eyes bright, sarcastic smile twisting his lips. “Guess it’s new galaxy, new me.”

“That’s my plan,” John says, because he’s trying, really, not to be such a fuckup this go around. McKay gives him a little half-wave, then spins on his heel and beats it out of John’s office. John waits a count of ten, then lets himself grin, relieved, and deletes the still-blank list he’d been making of possible scientists to join his team.

#mcshep #fic #thirty eight minutes #thinking a lot about this episode for the purposes of live oak no. 5 but #this idea needed to come out so

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lightthewaybackhome · 11 months

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Thirty-eight Minutes (SGA S1:E3)

I've been thinking about just randomly rewatching this one, but hadn't gotten to it. I love the big problem, big problem writing. I love getting Radek finally. But the weird part was I started crying when Sheppard died for just a few minutes. Like I know he's not dead. But in light of episodes like Remnants and Vegas, I just started crying. I'm crying for the burdened man he will become, not the man he is right now.

Also, his scream when the try to get the bug off is chilling.

Also, also, Elizabeth gives Ford's hand a squeeze in passing as they unload him off the puddle jumper. This woman tending her people and her home is making her quickly one of my favorite female characters. She's just so loving.

Also, also, also this is the first Team episode with Teyla, Ford, and McKay, meaning this is who Sheppard picked. I think McKay stepping into the shadow to save everyone earned lots of respect from Sheppard, so he picked Rodney for his team out of all the other scientists. And man, the worry and relief on Rodney's face as they try to bring Sheppard back is just heart-wrenching.

#stargate atlantis #john sheppard #sga #rodney mckay #teyla emmagan #elizabeth weir #aiden ford #thirty eight minutes #sga s1 e3 #such a just solid episode

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sga-mcshep-4ever · 6 months

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"Well done, Rodney." "We'll see." "We've got a pulse." "Getting stronger." "He's going to be okay."

#mcshep #sga #stargate atlantis #john sheppard #rodney mckay #teyla emmagan #carson beckett #sgt stackhouse #sgt markham #1x04 thirty eight minutes #joe flanigan #david hewlett #rachel luttrell #paul mcgillion #worried rodney #sheppard!whump #relieved rodney #poor bby

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thesearchforbluejello · 2 months

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One of my favorite things about Stargate is that every time there's an incoming wormhole in the first two seasons everyone goes into immediate crisis mode, and then after that it's like "oh, incoming wormhole, must be one of our pals."

It's like their caller ID goes from 100% calls about their underground supersecret military base's extended warranty to like 90% people on their friends and family plan and only 10% telemarketers. Unfortunately those telemarketers are usually Anubis and that dumbass head hologram he does or Ba'al running his mouth for shits and giggles but. Also I mean Sam and Daniel literally compare the gate network to a telephone in 1x02 so.

#they also salute regularly in like the first two episodes and then after that it's just casual friday #I mean they're right to be in crisis mode considering they're getting bombed like every thirty eight minutes #also Hammond puts his foot down about O'Neill's behavior a handful of times and then gives up and picks those fights strategically instead #'back up colonel' in 1x02 cracks me up every single time #jo watches stargate

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tangledinink · 10 months

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i was feeling very eepy and not up to completing tasks so i took some adderall and let myself lay down for a nap with the thought being that the adderall would kick in and prevent me from sleeping for too long and then id be all ready to do shit when i woke up and folks. ima be honest the hypothesis did not quite play out

#me groggily emerging two hours later #i feel like the nap ate the adderall lmao #the intention was just to kind of lay down for like twenty to thirty minutes oops #txt posts #personal #oops #i hate having a body it is so senseless #the other night i slept for like. four hours before waking up super early for no gd reason #and i was like “its fine ill nap later its not like i have anywhere to be”#did not nap but also? energy was overall fine all day felt no urge to nap #last night slept a full eight hours and today im like #omg so eepy #need nap... sleepy...#and im like BRUH WHAT DO YOU WANT

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stalactites · 5 months

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guy that has a ten page final paper due tonight but just simply doesn't want to do it

#i have eleven pages so i'm okay length wise #it's just mostly word jumble that i haven't neatly tied up yet which is making me feel panicked #even though that's like. the part i'm objectively best at.#really good at whittling an essay into shape and making it sound coherent thoughtful and beautiful #i just don't wannaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #i've got. three hours and thirty eight minutes though.#so i HAVE to.

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thirsty-4-ghouls · 29 days

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Do you get more “rarer” potions or whatever the higher you get in alchemy levels? Because I stg it wasn’t this hard to get green or yellow when i was ten levels lower >:\

“You transmuted blue sludge” I don’t fucking need more blue sludge! I’m out of yellow!!! I keep transmuting one and two star items and the last one I did (2 stars) gave me red sludge!!! I like having purple, red, and blue, sure, but I need yellow!!!

#emma posts #flight rising #I might be imagining it #because I don’t have this problem with muck and slime #but I’m so frustrated #I spent the last two weeks transmuting one star ‘other’ items #and now have eight green sludge and THIRTY TWO ORANGE #I have only started needing more yellow a day or two ago so I haven’t been doing this for a super long time #but I JUST had this problem with green sludge #and the green goo problem is similar but that’s impacted by how much food my lair consumes #I currently have 180 dragons in my lair and a majority of them either eat only or seem to prefer insects #it makes me a lot of treasure and I love pretty dragons. but they sure do eat a LOT of bugs #it usually hits a few weeks after the monthly festival because I haven’t been fighting as much and thus haven’t been getting as much food #from that combat. I just love puzzles and will spend a lot of my fr time doing them #my current best time on a puzzle is eight minutes! and that was on normal difficulty! I’m so proud #but I’m rambling again

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flippedorbit · 4 months

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why can’t all my friends live within a walkable distance :{

#Rasp Rambles #its so sucks that everyone lives so far away. like wdym this mutual of mine is like. several plane flights away from me. unreasonable #the only mutual who lives relatively close to me is ros and even then the state we both live in is fairly large so they could be anywhere #from a thirty minute drive to like six or eight hours away by car. unreasonable. distance should be Not So Much

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dailystargatebooty · 2 months

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#Stargate Atlantis #SGA #Stargate #teyla emmagan #rachel luttrell #john sheppard #thirty eight minutes

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bagheerita · 1 year

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The first 2 episodes of SGA after the pilot are "hey remember that asshole from SG1? Well on our show he's a legit fucking hero" and "look at the team we just made. Let's put them in a bottle and shake it. Also, do you think anyone will be interest in Shep whump, should we include more of that?" and I think that's neat.

#eternal stargate rewatch #stargate atlantis hide and seek #stargate atlantis thirty eight minutes #i think i was just dreading suspicion and i was so happy that it wasnt the next episode lmao

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sga-mcshep-4ever · 20 days

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