Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard Appreciation/Ship/Discussion Thread

[Anuna]

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

[Southern Red]

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?

Ot:
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.

[Lt.Colonel John Sheppard]

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.

[Scary Kitty]

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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

EEEEEEEE! They're so cute!

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*

[Southern Red]

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.

[Anuna]

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*

[Probie]

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.

Ok.

J'adore cette étreinte. Le premier câlin de la série. J'aime le regard de John. Il ne s'y attendait pas du tout et il passe par plusieurs sentiments: la surprise, l'envie de la serrer contre lui, la gêne et le soulagement de la savoir en vie. Puis ce petit moment avec la langue est délicieux.

Yes it's true. In french, it's better.lol

[Southern Red]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Thank you so perfect thank you thank you thank youuuuuuuuuu!!!!! *falls over with glee*

OMG, I've killed 'Nuna.

[ShipperWriter]

So awesome to come home from work and find that the Sparky thread is on top of the list!!!

And I'm catching up on my Tweets. Goshdarnit, why do people have to Tweet so much?!?! LOL

*snickers*

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!!!

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?

Ot:
I'm dying at work. My days are so long so if you don't understand my english sorry.lol

Hang in there, sis, the day is almost over!!! I think ... frakkin time zones ...

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.

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

[Anuna]

OMG, I've killed 'Nuna.

Pretty much! (you're aware I'm gonna need your help with "Gravity" and the parts that are about John's promotion?)

[ShipperWriter]

OMG, I've killed 'Nuna.

Then again, what better way to die than squeeing with glee after reading a happy Sparky fic?

Oh yeah. ACTUALLY meeting JoeF and Torri. That would do it.

[Probie]

Then again, what better way to die than squeeing with glee after reading a happy Sparky fic?

Oh yeah. ACTUALLY meeting JoeF and Torri. That would do it.

Hihihihihihihihihi......sorry.lol

Hang in there, sis, the day is almost over!!! I think ... frakkin time zones ...

Yes the day is over. It's 10pm here. I should sleep but I'm reading fics.

[Lt.Colonel John Sheppard]

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.

[ShipperWriter]

Hihihihihihihihihi......sorry.lol

Oh sis, hold it together!!! LOL

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?!

[Scary Kitty]

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.

SQUEEEE! *flails* So darn cute!

Spoiler:

I love a good wedding fic!

OMG, I've killed 'Nuna.

Ok.

J'adore cette étreinte. Le premier câlin de la série. J'aime le regard de John. Il ne s'y attendait pas du tout et il passe par plusieurs sentiments: la surprise, l'envie de la serrer contre lui, la gêne et le soulagement de la savoir en vie. Puis ce petit moment avec la langue est délicieux.

Yes it's true. In french, it's better.lol

Eeeeee! Of course, I don't know French, but hey! It looks romantic, LOL!

So awesome to come home from work and find that the Sparky thread is on top of the list!!!

And I'm catching up on my Tweets. Goshdarnit, why do people have to Tweet so much?!?! LOL

Because Sparkies have lots to tweet about?

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.

*snickers*

Then again, what better way to die than squeeing with glee after reading a happy Sparky fic?

Oh yeah. ACTUALLY meeting JoeF and Torri. That would do it.

Hihihihihihihihihi......sorry.lol

Lucky wench! LOL!