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Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard Appreciation/Ship/Discussion Thread
Okay guys, take a look at his smile in the upper left cap. How many times do we see him smile like this? OMG! And there's a whole new word I learned today - eyelove
Guuuuys! Would anyone write me fic? Elizabeth's thoughts about John in uniform? Pleaseeeee. SR? This is something down your alley. PLEEEASEEEE? A small ficlet?
I've been working on TBaF but since you gave us such pretty pics, I might be able to come up with something.
Ahh the hug! Beautiful scene. Love the thing with his tongue. This sentence sound a little naughty.lol
I should read a fic. The last time I read one was......was......don't remember when it was.lol
Can you post a link for a good one, please?
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I'm dying at work. My days are so long so if you don't understand my english sorry.lol
What my darling girl? Does all the talk about tongues and liplicking and hugs and whatnot make you forget your English? Just say it in French. That always sounds so romantic anyway.
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Visit us at SGA Rising for our version of season six.
With the new uniforms does that mean Chuck (the atlantis version of walter) will be getting to "Wear" one of those SGU Type uniforms cause if so you guys are going to have to come up with a Last name for him.
Okay guys, take a look at his smile in the upper left cap. How many times do we see him smile like this? OMG! And there's a whole new word I learned today - eyelove
What my darling girl? Does all the talk about tongues and liplicking and hugs and whatnot make you forget your English? Just say it in French. That always sounds so romantic anyway.
Hahahahah! True, dat. And can you imagine John whispering sweet nothings to Elizabeth in French? *SWOONS*
(This is legal notice that any attempt to censor or delete, for the purpose of oppressing fair and open discussion, any statement made by me will be considered a violation of my right to free speech as guaranteed by the First Amendment of the United States Constitution, and will be dealt with in accordance with federal law.)
Sparky is on screen. Therefore, it is canon.Elizabeth is still out there. And John WILL bring her home.
Okay, this is the best I could do on short notice. Full of errors, but I feel lazy. And there's also a special homage to Eri.
Spoiler:
A Man in Uniform
Elizabeth paused. Her stomach fluttered for a moment and forgetting everything around her, she just stood there for several timeless seconds.
John stood straight and tall, eyes directly ahead, shoulders squared—almost at attention but, John being John, not quite up to passing a General inspection.
Elizabeth's lips quirked as his shining gaze found her, and he swayed a minute fraction on his feet.
The uniform of a Lieutenant Colonel in the United States Air Force isn't particularly impressive. No gold braid adorns the sleeves, no fancy fringed epaulets sit on the shoulders and no color but the somber Air Force blue is in evidence.
Sheppard's rows of medals and ribbons drew the eye, telling the observer that this was a man who had seen his share of combat and had distinguished himself in multiple ways.
Elizabeth's eyes lingered over the rows for a moment and then were drawn back up over the smoothly shaven face and back to the hazel eyes—always the eyes. Whoever said the eyes are the windows of the soul must have met John Sheppard, for out of these sparkling organs today poured an unmistakable emotion.
John licked his lips and lifted his head in one of those backwards nods of his.
Elizabeth's smile grew wider but she still didn't move.
Standing so formally, so squared away, was so not the customary appearance of the man in the uniform on any other day.
Elizabeth took one step forward and paused again to take a closer look.
Perfectly appointed uniform, straight posture, shoes shined and gleaming with every piece of brass polished and perfectly placed. And then Elizabeth saw it, that one piece of imperfection that was endearing and somehow reassuring—the hair was tired of waiting. The hair had decided to rebel, seeming even as the room was still and expectant to be saying “Let's get on with it already.†The hair popped up of its own accord into its usual crown of cowlicks.
John's hand twitched as if he could feel what was happening and wanted to try to stop it.
Elizabeth sighed and began putting one foot in front of the other, continuing her slow procession down the aisle.
John sighed and forgot about his uncooperative hair.
The crowd sighed and stood to honor the bride.
sigpic
Visit us at SGA Rising for our version of season six.
Okay, this is the best I could do on short notice. Full of errors, but I feel lazy. And there's also a special homage to Eri.
Spoiler:
A Man in Uniform
Elizabeth paused. Her stomach fluttered for a moment and forgetting everything around her, she just stood there for several timeless seconds.
John stood straight and tall, eyes directly ahead, shoulders squared—almost at attention but, John being John, not quite up to passing a General inspection.
Elizabeth's lips quirked as his shining gaze found her, and he swayed a minute fraction on his feet.
The uniform of a Lieutenant Colonel in the United States Air Force isn't particularly impressive. No gold braid adorns the sleeves, no fancy fringed epaulets sit on the shoulders and no color but the somber Air Force blue is in evidence.
Sheppard's rows of medals and ribbons drew the eye, telling the observer that this was a man who had seen his share of combat and had distinguished himself in multiple ways.
Elizabeth's eyes lingered over the rows for a moment and then were drawn back up over the smoothly shaven face and back to the hazel eyes—always the eyes. Whoever said the eyes are the windows of the soul must have met John Sheppard, for out of these sparkling organs today poured an unmistakable emotion.
John licked his lips and lifted his head in one of those backwards nods of his.
Elizabeth's smile grew wider but she still didn't move.
Standing so formally, so squared away, was so not the customary appearance of the man in the uniform on any other day.
Elizabeth took one step forward and paused again to take a closer look.
Perfectly appointed uniform, straight posture, shoes shined and gleaming with every piece of brass polished and perfectly placed. And then Elizabeth saw it, that one piece of imperfection that was endearing and somehow reassuring—the hair was tired of waiting. The hair had decided to rebel, seeming even as the room was still and expectant to be saying “Let's get on with it already.†The hair popped up of its own accord into its usual crown of cowlicks.
John's hand twitched as if he could feel what was happening and wanted to try to stop it.
Elizabeth sighed and began putting one foot in front of the other, continuing her slow procession down the aisle.
John sighed and forgot about his uncooperative hair.
The crowd sighed and stood to honor the bride.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Thank you so perfect thank you thank you thank youuuuuuuuuu!!!!! *falls over with glee*
What my darling girl? Does all the talk about tongues and liplicking and hugs and whatnot make you forget your English? Just say it in French. That always sounds so romantic anyway.
Oooh, more costuming resources! *makes grabby hands*
Speaking of costumes, I don't know if Eri or I have mentioned it, but Atlantis Rising writers, take note that the expedition will be going back to the classic-style uniforms (or rather, a modified version of them) starting with Return to Pegasus, Part I. In Part II, I'll be noting that military personnel have switched to the same uniforms now being worn by military personnel on SGU (including those at Homeworld Command, like O'Neill, so the changeover in SGU appears to apply to everyone in the Stargate program). John will be sticking with his usual uniform blouse (yes, it's called a blouse, not a shirt) with the sleeves rolled up as seen in Seasons 4-5, albeit with name tapes and rank insignia as seen on the SGU uniforms. You can take a look at the SGU cast promo pics to see what I mean.
Still ROFLing about John's blouse. That could launch all kinds of rumors ... and there's the fic bunny that's been missing. Number 42, I'll get back to you.
Spoiler:
Honestly, I always thought that was what the Genii were supposed to have been, a more immediate threat that was on the Lanteans' level, while the Wraith stayed in the shadows as a distant but slowly growing menace. Of course, since the Genii are now presumably our "allies"... Heheheh...
Darn Koyla. And Bob. And Steve. And Kenny. And any other generic named Wraith that we've encountered. Heehee.
I'm at work so I can't really listen to the songs now, but I will when I get home. Yay!!
The part I bolded above? EXACTLY!! And looking down at her mouth. Those animated gifs are so awesome. JT looks around to see if anyone has caught her staring. Nope, coast is clear.
Hey, has anyone heard from Zandras Ashes recently? I sent her an email to her gmail account a few weeks ago and haven't heard back. And I'm a worrier, so I worry.
Nah, I haven't seen her for a while either. Hope she's okay, too ...
Guuuuys! Would anyone write me fic? Elizabeth's thoughts about John in uniform? Pleaseeeee. SR? This is something down your alley. PLEEEASEEEE? A small ficlet?
I started writing one this morning and then the bell rang and I had to get off the computer ... But I see Auntie SR has pleasantly provided!!!
Okay guys, take a look at his smile in the upper left cap. How many times do we see him smile like this? OMG! And there's a whole new word I learned today - eyelove
So snurching that word. And that pic. That's uberadorkable.
Originally posted by Lt.Colonel John SheppardView Post
With the new uniforms does that mean Chuck (the atlantis version of walter) will be getting to "Wear" one of those SGU Type uniforms cause if so you guys are going to have to come up with a Last name for him.
I always went with Campbell as his last name. *shrugs* I just figured since they used his real first name, maybe they would use his real last name. Darn you, TPTW, for leaving us so many loose ends. Praise SGARising, since we get to tie them up.
Okay, this is the best I could do on short notice. Full of errors, but I feel lazy. And there's also a special homage to Eri.
Spoiler:
A Man in Uniform
Elizabeth paused. Her stomach fluttered for a moment and forgetting everything around her, she just stood there for several timeless seconds.
John stood straight and tall, eyes directly ahead, shoulders squared—almost at attention but, John being John, not quite up to passing a General inspection.
Elizabeth's lips quirked as his shining gaze found her, and he swayed a minute fraction on his feet.
The uniform of a Lieutenant Colonel in the United States Air Force isn't particularly impressive. No gold braid adorns the sleeves, no fancy fringed epaulets sit on the shoulders and no color but the somber Air Force blue is in evidence.
Sheppard's rows of medals and ribbons drew the eye, telling the observer that this was a man who had seen his share of combat and had distinguished himself in multiple ways.
Elizabeth's eyes lingered over the rows for a moment and then were drawn back up over the smoothly shaven face and back to the hazel eyes—always the eyes. Whoever said the eyes are the windows of the soul must have met John Sheppard, for out of these sparkling organs today poured an unmistakable emotion.
John licked his lips and lifted his head in one of those backwards nods of his.
Elizabeth's smile grew wider but she still didn't move.
Standing so formally, so squared away, was so not the customary appearance of the man in the uniform on any other day.
Elizabeth took one step forward and paused again to take a closer look.
Perfectly appointed uniform, straight posture, shoes shined and gleaming with every piece of brass polished and perfectly placed. And then Elizabeth saw it, that one piece of imperfection that was endearing and somehow reassuring—the hair was tired of waiting. The hair had decided to rebel, seeming even as the room was still and expectant to be saying “Let's get on with it already.†The hair popped up of its own accord into its usual crown of cowlicks.
John's hand twitched as if he could feel what was happening and wanted to try to stop it.
Elizabeth sighed and began putting one foot in front of the other, continuing her slow procession down the aisle.
John sighed and forgot about his uncooperative hair.
The crowd sighed and stood to honor the bride.
AWWWWWW!!! SQUEEEEE!!!!!!
Literally. I squealed when I read that. I think I upset my cat. LOL
I always went with Campbell as his last name. *shrugs* I just figured since they used his real first name, maybe they would use his real last name. Darn you, TPTW, for leaving us so many loose ends. Praise SGARising, since we get to tie them up.
i could just see the end credits now: chuck campbell as Sgt. Chuck Campbell.
Yes the day is over. It's 10pm here. I should sleep but I'm reading fics.
Yeah, it's 4:30pm here in Florida ... I'm on GW, FaceBook, Twitter, iTunes at the moment. And writing a new fic. Can I add my name to any more social sites?!
Okay, this is the best I could do on short notice. Full of errors, but I feel lazy. And there's also a special homage to Eri.
Spoiler:
A Man in Uniform
Elizabeth paused. Her stomach fluttered for a moment and forgetting everything around her, she just stood there for several timeless seconds.
John stood straight and tall, eyes directly ahead, shoulders squared—almost at attention but, John being John, not quite up to passing a General inspection.
Elizabeth's lips quirked as his shining gaze found her, and he swayed a minute fraction on his feet.
The uniform of a Lieutenant Colonel in the United States Air Force isn't particularly impressive. No gold braid adorns the sleeves, no fancy fringed epaulets sit on the shoulders and no color but the somber Air Force blue is in evidence.
Sheppard's rows of medals and ribbons drew the eye, telling the observer that this was a man who had seen his share of combat and had distinguished himself in multiple ways.
Elizabeth's eyes lingered over the rows for a moment and then were drawn back up over the smoothly shaven face and back to the hazel eyes—always the eyes. Whoever said the eyes are the windows of the soul must have met John Sheppard, for out of these sparkling organs today poured an unmistakable emotion.
John licked his lips and lifted his head in one of those backwards nods of his.
Elizabeth's smile grew wider but she still didn't move.
Standing so formally, so squared away, was so not the customary appearance of the man in the uniform on any other day.
Elizabeth took one step forward and paused again to take a closer look.
Perfectly appointed uniform, straight posture, shoes shined and gleaming with every piece of brass polished and perfectly placed. And then Elizabeth saw it, that one piece of imperfection that was endearing and somehow reassuring—the hair was tired of waiting. The hair had decided to rebel, seeming even as the room was still and expectant to be saying “Let's get on with it already.†The hair popped up of its own accord into its usual crown of cowlicks.
John's hand twitched as if he could feel what was happening and wanted to try to stop it.
Elizabeth sighed and began putting one foot in front of the other, continuing her slow procession down the aisle.
John sighed and forgot about his uncooperative hair.
Still ROFLing about John's blouse. That could launch all kinds of rumors ... and there's the fic bunny that's been missing. Number 42, I'll get back to you.
(This is legal notice that any attempt to censor or delete, for the purpose of oppressing fair and open discussion, any statement made by me will be considered a violation of my right to free speech as guaranteed by the First Amendment of the United States Constitution, and will be dealt with in accordance with federal law.)
Sparky is on screen. Therefore, it is canon.Elizabeth is still out there. And John WILL bring her home.
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