John And Evan Are Also Awesome (If Slightly Cracky)
I made another manifesto for stargateland... and this one has pictures! And sarcasm! Because it's John/Evan, and that's what they have, sarcasm. And pretty. So I shared.
Do enjoy!
They both get thrown in jail constantly.
John: Major.
Evan: Colonel.
John: Way to be alive.
Evan: Thanks, sir! So, uh, have you come to rescue us?
John: Well, until about a moment ago I thought you were dead, but now that I see you speaking and breathing, yeah, I'm thinkin' about it.
Evan: Well, good! Let me know if there's anything we can do to help, huh?
They have awesome planning skills.
Evan: So I have an idea, guys.
John: Huh. That might actually work. Let's do this.
Rodney; What, are both of you insane?!?
They both love their City.
John: Why do people keeping attacking us?
Evan: I don't honestly know, but I wish they'd stop. We're going to have to repaint the Gate room after this. Again.
Their relationship spats are awesome.
Evan: Stop flirting with every alien priestess you meet!
John: It's not like I ever see it coming...
They're both friends with Chucknician.
John: Quick, hand me that piece over there, before he comes back.
Evan: We're doomed. You know we're doomed, right? He's going to notice we messed everything up.
John: Shut up and help me!
Rank isn't an issue.
John: This plan is going to go off without a hitch. If it were serious, I'd have brought a tac vest.
Evan: *rolls eyes*
Evan secretly stares at John when John's not looking.
Evan: (muttering under his breath) Don't get yourself killed today, John.
They both know how awesome Sam is and know she could totally kick their asses.
Evan: I just don't think-
John: It's not your job to think-
Sam: Both of you: shut it.
Both of them: ...
Sometimes they might say insensitive stuff, but they can always work it out.
Evan: Well, that was... unnecessarily mean, John.
John: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm... shit. Um. Sorry>
Evan: *sniff*
They're both rather fond of their weapons.
John: So you know the plan,right?"
Evan: I know the plan. I came up with the plan.
John: Right, so we bust in there-
Evan: -and shoot at the bad guys until they're all dead bad guys.
John: Well, yeah, okay, you know the plan.
Evan: Good luck to you, too.
Sometimes little reminders are totally necessary.
Evan: Commanding officer. Right. Must remember that.
They make silly faces at each other.
John: I have a pretty good pout.
Evan: Hey, mine's not bad.
John: I'll show you mine if...
Evan: Do not finish that sentence.
John. On three, then. One, two, three.
(Above photo is snapped.)
John stares at Evan, too.
Evan: There's nobody down this corridor.
John: Huh? Oh, oh, right. Good.
Evan: What were you doing?"
John: Nothing...
Evan: Were you staring at my ass?
John: Would I do-
Evan: Yes.
John: Okay, so maybe I was. Do you blame me?
They have each other's backs.
John: Who are we shooting at?
Evan: The people coming though the Gate?
John: Yeah, but who are they?
Evan. They're shooting at us. Does it matter?
John: ...
Evan: They said they wanted to shave your head bald.
John: Oh, hell, no.
They're pretty.
John: So what are we doing after the photo shoot?
Evan: I can think of a few things we could do to occupy our time.
John: *raises eyebrow*
Evan: *doesn't eve try to look innocent*
Final manip thanks to stormylullabye. Thanks dear!
Do enjoy!
They both get thrown in jail constantly.
John: Major.
Evan: Colonel.
John: Way to be alive.
Evan: Thanks, sir! So, uh, have you come to rescue us?
John: Well, until about a moment ago I thought you were dead, but now that I see you speaking and breathing, yeah, I'm thinkin' about it.
Evan: Well, good! Let me know if there's anything we can do to help, huh?
They have awesome planning skills.
Evan: So I have an idea, guys.
John: Huh. That might actually work. Let's do this.
Rodney; What, are both of you insane?!?
They both love their City.
John: Why do people keeping attacking us?
Evan: I don't honestly know, but I wish they'd stop. We're going to have to repaint the Gate room after this. Again.
Their relationship spats are awesome.
Evan: Stop flirting with every alien priestess you meet!
John: It's not like I ever see it coming...
They're both friends with Chucknician.
John: Quick, hand me that piece over there, before he comes back.
Evan: We're doomed. You know we're doomed, right? He's going to notice we messed everything up.
John: Shut up and help me!
Rank isn't an issue.
John: This plan is going to go off without a hitch. If it were serious, I'd have brought a tac vest.
Evan: *rolls eyes*
Evan secretly stares at John when John's not looking.
Evan: (muttering under his breath) Don't get yourself killed today, John.
They both know how awesome Sam is and know she could totally kick their asses.
Evan: I just don't think-
John: It's not your job to think-
Sam: Both of you: shut it.
Both of them: ...
Sometimes they might say insensitive stuff, but they can always work it out.
Evan: Well, that was... unnecessarily mean, John.
John: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm... shit. Um. Sorry>
Evan: *sniff*
They're both rather fond of their weapons.
John: So you know the plan,right?"
Evan: I know the plan. I came up with the plan.
John: Right, so we bust in there-
Evan: -and shoot at the bad guys until they're all dead bad guys.
John: Well, yeah, okay, you know the plan.
Evan: Good luck to you, too.
Sometimes little reminders are totally necessary.
Evan: Commanding officer. Right. Must remember that.
They make silly faces at each other.
John: I have a pretty good pout.
Evan: Hey, mine's not bad.
John: I'll show you mine if...
Evan: Do not finish that sentence.
John. On three, then. One, two, three.
(Above photo is snapped.)
John stares at Evan, too.
Evan: There's nobody down this corridor.
John: Huh? Oh, oh, right. Good.
Evan: What were you doing?"
John: Nothing...
Evan: Were you staring at my ass?
John: Would I do-
Evan: Yes.
John: Okay, so maybe I was. Do you blame me?
They have each other's backs.
John: Who are we shooting at?
Evan: The people coming though the Gate?
John: Yeah, but who are they?
Evan. They're shooting at us. Does it matter?
John: ...
Evan: They said they wanted to shave your head bald.
John: Oh, hell, no.
They're pretty.
John: So what are we doing after the photo shoot?
Evan: I can think of a few things we could do to occupy our time.
John: *raises eyebrow*
Evan: *doesn't eve try to look innocent*
Final manip thanks to stormylullabye. Thanks dear!