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there seem to be a lot of people viewing the thread but no one is posting. I guess you're either having trouble with the forum, aren't feeling very talkative or are waiting for me to go away. *sigh* I've been over to my other haunt and no one's there either, besides my posting there is so erratic these days no one in the lounge really knows who I am.
I really need cheering up, it's been a crappy week.
(((Hugs)))
I've left the browser open on this page whilst be be looking at few things away from GateWorld...
They'd tossed sheppard into a mass grave and he wasn't even dead yet. It shouldn't have been possible to find him, but it had been Ronon doing the finding. The man could find a particular needle in a box of needles if he had to. Rodney and Teyla hung back as Ronon skidded down the muddied embankment into the ditch. He stepped gingerly over the already rotting bodies, either dressed in rags or naked, to John's corpse-like frame discarded on top.
Ronon gathered him into his arms. Sheppard's was like a puppet without strings. Limbs like sticks swung and whipped lifeless when Ronon spun around. Those clothes, if they could be called clothes, swallowed John. The shredded collar had slipped to John's elbow. Rodney could see ribs, he could see backbone. Crap, he could see every bone in sheppard's body, bruises on bruises, and one misaligned rib.
Rodney fell into step beside Ronon at John's limpid head. He reached out to the skinny neck and pressed his fingers to the chalk-white skin. A pulse tapped beneath his fingers like a tiny whsiper of assurance. It was then that Rodney realized John's eyes were open. More than that, they were moving, flitting over Rodney's feature in hazy scrutiny. They were vacant, distant, completely gutted of any readable emotions. This wasn't indifference Rodney was seeing, it was complete and utter emptiness. John was honest to goodness not home right now.
Rodney took John's swinging, marionette arm and placed it on his stomach. McKay then removed his jacket and draped it over John's body. Sheppard looked cold, and it was making Rodney cold seeing it, the kind of cold a jacket wasn't going to help against.
"We're taking you home, pal," Rodney said. John's eyes blinked slowly. A single tear escape to go rolling down his temple, vanishing into his hair.
Excellant drabble! I tried to green you for it, but no luck
I had a great idea for some whump, but now, for the life of me, cannot remember what it was... G'AH!!!
Sunday:
Spoiler:
According to IWTB, you get to choose which ribbons you have on your uniform, so maybe he doesn't want to display that one because being sent to Antarctica was a punishment assignment.
And by the way...I learned an important lesson yesterday. Never throw your labrador retriever's favorite toy into a mudhole, unless you want to bring this back into your house when you're done playing:
spoilers for OT (it's okay to click, GG and Salty!):
They'd tossed sheppard into a mass grave and he wasn't even dead yet. It shouldn't have been possible to find him, but it had been Ronon doing the finding. The man could find a particular needle in a box of needles if he had to. Rodney and Teyla hung back as Ronon skidded down the muddied embankment into the ditch. He stepped gingerly over the already rotting bodies, either dressed in rags or naked, to John's corpse-like frame discarded on top.
Ronon gathered him into his arms. Sheppard's was like a puppet without strings. Limbs like sticks swung and whipped lifeless when Ronon spun around. Those clothes, if they could be called clothes, swallowed John. The shredded collar had slipped to John's elbow. Rodney could see ribs, he could see backbone. Crap, he could see every bone in sheppard's body, bruises on bruises, and one misaligned rib.
Rodney fell into step beside Ronon at John's limpid head. He reached out to the skinny neck and pressed his fingers to the chalk-white skin. A pulse tapped beneath his fingers like a tiny whsiper of assurance. It was then that Rodney realized John's eyes were open. More than that, they were moving, flitting over Rodney's feature in hazy scrutiny. They were vacant, distant, completely gutted of any readable emotions. This wasn't indifference Rodney was seeing, it was complete and utter emptiness. John was honest to goodness not home right now.
Rodney took John's swinging, marionette arm and placed it on his stomach. McKay then removed his jacket and draped it over John's body. Sheppard looked cold, and it was making Rodney cold seeing it, the kind of cold a jacket wasn't going to help against.
"We're taking you home, pal," Rodney said. John's eyes blinked slowly. A single tear escape to go rolling down his temple, vanishing into his hair.
All I can say to this is...Whumper abuse!!!!
Seriously, you can't leave it there!!! You must continue!! Please!!!
This is Lemming number 43(.....i think!!! must go check that?!?) giving a big shout out to all the whumpers how you all doin? Just popped on here for a little while, i am stressed, excited, nervous and squeeing at the moment even though i have only seen up to echoes so far i was very stressed about the whole Sunday thing!! so my friend (who is not an SGA fan bless her but is so fab its unbelievable) has very kindly asked her uncle to visit her, having never had an uncle of my own she has kindly said he can come stay with me so i am gonna drive over to her house tonight to pick him up, i am so excited, Have got my tissues ready, i know i should wait and watch all the ones in between but i just need to see it now!!!!
Gonna go back and catch up on the thread catch you in a little while
Hello Bebop welcome to the whump thread its class!!
And by the way...I learned an important lesson yesterday. Never throw your labrador retriever's favorite toy into a mudhole, unless you want to bring this back into your house when you're done playing:
spoilers for OT (it's okay to click, GG and Salty!):
Spoiler:
Hello everybody!
I've been poorly! Food poisoning...did you miss me? No? Can't say I blame you!
WB, your piccie really cheered me up! I have a chocolate lab retriever puppy, as you probably know, so if she goes diving in the mud, at least it doesn't show!!! Your dog is beautiful!!!!! Awwwww!!!
Hello everybody!
I've been poorly! Food poisoning...did you miss me? No? Can't say I blame you!
WB, your piccie really cheered me up! I have a chocolate lab retriever puppy, as you probably know, so if she goes diving in the mud, at least it doesn't show!!! Your dog is beautiful!!!!! Awwwww!!!
Food poisoning not good......however if it was in the name of shep whump then......hmmmmm!!! so you all better now? Oh no if you have been poorly you won't have been writing any fics!!!
Hello everybody!
I've been poorly! Food poisoning...did you miss me? No? Can't say I blame you!
WB, your piccie really cheered me up! I have a chocolate lab retriever puppy, as you probably know, so if she goes diving in the mud, at least it doesn't show!!! Your dog is beautiful!!!!! Awwwww!!!
Food poisoning not good......however if it was in the name of shep whump then......hmmmmm!!! so you all better now? Oh no if you have been poorly you won't have been writing any fics!!!
I'm feeling a little wrung out, but much better thanks, and pretty inspired to write a food poisoning whump ficcie! Boy, do I have inside knowledge now to inspire me! Poor Shep won't know what's hit him! Mahawawawaaa!
I'm feeling a little wrung out, but much better thanks, and pretty inspired to write a food poisoning whump ficcie! Boy, do I have inside knowledge now to inspire me! Poor Shep won't know what's hit him! Mahawawawaaa!
ooooh EVIL!!! hehehehe but yayyy for shep whump fic!!!!!
SIG BY MY SISTER OBSESSED1!WHEN SHEP GOES WHUMP I GO THUNK!My LJ
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