Stargateland Theme Week
For stargateland.
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.Gif Party. I made these using GIMP. Only posting here for the people not in sgl_allies. Greyscaled because I hate GIMP and it's color issues.
http://i.imgur.com/0Bu1L.gif
http://i.imgur.com/31Qgo.gif
http://i.imgur.com/wh1fg.gif
http://i.imgur.com/fbOhm.gif
http://i.imgur.com/oI0GG.gif
http://i.imgur.com/IbGQQ.gif (Bonus greyscale version.)
DAY 1
Point Breakdown
Wallpapers: 10 points
Fic: 40 points (400 words, 200 words, 200 words)
01- SG1, Cameron Mitchell, having a bad day
Title: Not This Again
Word Count: 234
Characters: Cameron, Vala
Summary: Some days just didn’t deserve getting up for.
Some days just didn’t deserve getting up for. First, the coffee pot was broken so everyone was forced to drink generic instant. That had been a horrifying and hopefully never to be repeated again experience. Nothing tastes worst than gym socks. He shuddered and continued walking.
Then Walter had forgotten to wake him up for the meeting at 0900. It was now 1130. Talking to the General would not be fun over why he missed the meeting. It wasn’t even a fun story that involved something dangerous. He’d just been so tired that he fell out and didn’t wake up until 1030. A hurried shower and he was back on base. Hopefully that meeting would be held back for a couple hours so he could raid the commissary. Maybe the blue Jello would be out.
Or not. He groaned when Vala came bounding down the hall calling his name out. What now? She had already lifted his credit cards twice and he had to cancel them. In fact, the last time was only three days prior and his cash was precariously low without a debit card and no time to hit the bank. When she clapped him on the shoulder and started bubbling up about the shopping trip with Sam, he just sighed and rubbed his temples.
It was going to be a long day.
Some days just didn’t deserve getting up for. Indeed.
26- SG1, Cameron Mitchell, home
[1440x900]
("When I fear the unknown, you feel like home.")
31- SGA, Teyla, Meditation
Title: In This Time
Word Count: 417
Characters: Teyla
Summary: Cause and effect of Teyla's decisions as leader.
Breathe in, breathe out; inhale, exhale. Slowly the children around her quieted down and focused on her words and actions. Today was not a regular occurrence but the Athosians were so on edge that the children had caused uproar among the adults. The same adults that were usually quite tolerant of the rambunctious, happy children. The Wraith onslaught had caused paranoia and fear, even in the city of the Ancients. Home had been lost and as the leader it was her job to find a suitable location.
In. Out. In. Out. The repetitive steps were heard throughout the room as inward focus was taken more seriously. “Inhale deeply. Now, concentrate on where you find peace and quiet. Focus very hard and then release the breath.” A quiet child called out a very low “Teyla,” as if afraid to interrupt.
With a nod, she granted the little brown-haired girl the opportunity to ask a question. “Yes, Freja?”
“What if our happy place was in the forest that we no longer can visit?” Freja looked close to tears and it tore at Teyla’s heart. These children had never known safety and her decisions had caused so much pain.
“Well, where do you like to play around in the city? Where’s your absolute favorite place to be?” She expected to hear about the gate room, or the living quarters where the new people stayed. Tauri. She had to remember they were the Tauri, just as she was Athosian.
Timidly, the child thought a moment and nodded, as if making a decision. “The balcony four stories above the main room. It has a view of the big sea and the towers at all the points.”
“Good choice. Then imagine the wind blowing, the smell of the sea surrounding you, sunlight gleaming along the metal and glass everywhere, and watching the giant fish swimming around.” In fact, that sounded like a lovely mediation spot after the turmoil the child had inadvertently caused. After this lesson in patience, it would be time to investigate this balcony and maybe find a calming influence as well.
One shy smile and an incline of her head later, Freja closed her eyes and became quiet again. In. Out. Inhale. Exhale. The steady rhythm fell over the group and they became quiet while their parents moved out in the hallways and settled into their new home. In contrast, Teyla took the time to refocus her efforts on a new location on the mainland to set up camp eventually.
38- SGA, Teyla Emmagan, lullaby
Title: Don't You Cry
Word Count: 277
Characters: Teyla
Summary: Teyla loves her son so very much.
In the middle of the night, a little mew of discontent turned into a loud wailing of unhappiness. Afraid she would disturb the neighbors, Teyla dragged herself out of the nightmare about Michael and sat up in the bed. Kanaan was sound asleep, something she didn’t begrudge him after the hard time adjusting to life that no longer involved being a hybrid. Yawning, she padded over to the crib that her teammates had made by hand and smiled down. Torren looked up and cooed with love and expectation.
Picking him up, she walked over to the rocking chair that Doctor Keller had provided and sat down carefully. “Hello, my son.” She kissed the top of the baby’s head and started to move back and forth carefully. Humming quietly, she sang the words Charin had taught her long ago when sitting for parents and assessing her leadership skills when trouble brewed.
Hush now, don’t you cry.
The little baby’s in fine hands, with a mother’s love and a father’s care.
We’ll hide from the world and wish for nothing except honey and bread while the world rights again.
Hush now, don’t you cry.
A mother’s love and a father’s care will keep you safe for always.
As Torren settled down, she placed him back in his bed, covering him up and twirling the mobile. Such love for a little thing and the desire to force the rest of the world to leave him alone. Michael couldn’t hurt him anymore, but she still worried of everything else going on. The lullaby was a gift for her as much as him. Nothing would happen to him. She’d keep him safe…always.
DAY 2
Point Breakdown
Wallpapers: 40 points
Fic: 10 points (200 words)
08- SG1, Jack O'Neill, musing
[1440x900]
09- SG1, Daniel Jackson/Vala Mal Doran, crazy
[1440x900]
18- SGA, John Sheppard, "Fortune Favors The Brave"
[1440x900]
21- SGA, John Sheppard, It wasn't me!
Title: Yeah, but what?
Word Count: 293
Characters: Sheppard
Summary: It really wasn’t his fault.
The hallways were suddenly treacherous; it was an odd feeling for the commanding military leader but there it was. The botanists had left a poisonous plant next to his door. Katie Brown had eventually taken pity and informed him that it wouldn’t kill him, just incapacitate for a couple hours of excruciating pain.
Then the physicists had put a club gizmo on the jumpers so he couldn’t fly anywhere unless of an emergency or impending doom. That had hurt - literally. High voltage wattage wasn’t fun to go up against after a night of some beerfest filled with various forms from sixteen planets. That full day had been a wash and Elizabeth hadn’t been particularly kind about it, either. She could yell really, really loud in a high pitch.
Finally, the biggest punishment had been his own team had pelted him with rotten fruit mixed with molded cheese and shoved him through the gate for military weapons negotiations with a planet full of warrior women who had taken pleasure in kicking his ass. Six hours in the infirmary for cracked ribs hadn’t been enjoyable.
Cook, the only one who didn’t want to cause him bodily harm, finally showed him the intramail from his account that claimed McKay was probably the smartest person on base and no one could compete, even if he’d never say it aloud. His cries of “It wasn’t me!” went ignored until he finally found proof that Zelenka had set it up after McKay had sent the scientist to Kid Planet again. Like the Wraith attack on a progressive ally was planned! Eventually everyone calmed down, but not one single apology appeared. Not even a groveling “so sorry” comic book under his door. Or a "War and Peace" Spark Notes.
26- SGA, John Sheppard, behind closed doors
[1440x900]
DAY 3
Point Breakdown
Icons: 10 points (2)
Fic: 20 points (400 words)
Gif: 20 points (4)
13- SG1, Vala Mal Doran, Daniel's worst nightmare
http://i.imgur.com/8VS8F.gif
http://i.imgur.com/K8UwZ.gif
38- SGA, Elizabeth, breaking the glass ceiling
Title: Not Quite Erased
Word Count: 465
Characters: Elizabeth Weir
Summary: It wasn't easy to raise the bar.
In her senior year in high school, Elizabeth won the role of president. Not that it had been simple; far from given the amount of time and dedication she worked into being known within the school and rubbing elbows with every group that voted. It was a position that helped define her love of diplomacy and change. The job was challenging, full of drama and intrigue when the It Group wanted something the Others. Of course, really, she knew she belonged in the Others category but you couldn't hold any alliances in the role, so she kept to herself and showed up for the big dances and events, always on the arm someone she didn’t really want.
Then in college, she majored in political science because it had been the most interesting major. The campaigns and how things worked was utterly fascinating, especially when comparing history with modern affairs. And it proved helpful when joining the Stargate program. Working with so many factions within a single organization had been exhausting. Being in charge of the SGC had been invigorating, though. And it led to her accepting the leader of Atlantis position.
Numerous arguments and debates about her qualifications filled Washington hallways and conference rooms with little input from the one in question. Infuriating, the misogyny and “good ole boy” mentality had caused too many migraines to count but she had won. Giving Sedge to her mother hadn’t been easy, either. Sedge had been the constant in so many ways when Simon was gone and a bad thunderstorm rolled through.
Simon hadn’t been easy to leave but sometimes you sacrifice for what you need to be complete. Too bad that he hadn’t wanted to tag along but it was what it was. Not that she would have had time for him given all the perilous situations and food rationings in the beginning. The added bonus had been nothing to distract from keeping those in her care alive. Not that it always worked. She still mourned those that died or were lost in the Wraith siege. But she had to set those feelings aside and carry on.
The glass ceiling was a little scratchy where it had been broken in parts. It wasn’t completely shattered because those in charge on the Earth side of things wouldn’t allow that but within her domain it had been disseminated. She was in charge and when she wasn’t there, Teyla was. It was something that made her proud; that there wasn’t anyone stopping her from doing the best she could with little preparation. Elizabeth Weir, one of the best diplomats in Washington, went into the unknown and survived.
As the window shattered into a billion kaleidoscope pieces, she thought maybe it was a bit premature to assume she had survived after all.
44- SGA, John Sheppard, boots
47- SG1, Vala & Cam, up to no good
http://i.imgur.com/sxalO.gif
http://i.imgur.com/GAX0p.gif
Credits
Fonts: Mary Jane (Alternate, Meade) + Rider + Traveling Typewriter
Photos: Gateworld + Stargatecaps
Textures: princess-of-shadows.deviantart.com
.Gif Party
.Gif Party. I made these using GIMP. Only posting here for the people not in sgl_allies. Greyscaled because I hate GIMP and it's color issues.
http://i.imgur.com/0Bu1L.gif
http://i.imgur.com/31Qgo.gif
http://i.imgur.com/wh1fg.gif
http://i.imgur.com/fbOhm.gif
http://i.imgur.com/oI0GG.gif
http://i.imgur.com/IbGQQ.gif (Bonus greyscale version.)
DAY 1
Point Breakdown
Wallpapers: 10 points
Fic: 40 points (400 words, 200 words, 200 words)
01- SG1, Cameron Mitchell, having a bad day
Title: Not This Again
Word Count: 234
Characters: Cameron, Vala
Summary: Some days just didn’t deserve getting up for.
Some days just didn’t deserve getting up for. First, the coffee pot was broken so everyone was forced to drink generic instant. That had been a horrifying and hopefully never to be repeated again experience. Nothing tastes worst than gym socks. He shuddered and continued walking.
Then Walter had forgotten to wake him up for the meeting at 0900. It was now 1130. Talking to the General would not be fun over why he missed the meeting. It wasn’t even a fun story that involved something dangerous. He’d just been so tired that he fell out and didn’t wake up until 1030. A hurried shower and he was back on base. Hopefully that meeting would be held back for a couple hours so he could raid the commissary. Maybe the blue Jello would be out.
Or not. He groaned when Vala came bounding down the hall calling his name out. What now? She had already lifted his credit cards twice and he had to cancel them. In fact, the last time was only three days prior and his cash was precariously low without a debit card and no time to hit the bank. When she clapped him on the shoulder and started bubbling up about the shopping trip with Sam, he just sighed and rubbed his temples.
It was going to be a long day.
Some days just didn’t deserve getting up for. Indeed.
26- SG1, Cameron Mitchell, home
[1440x900]
("When I fear the unknown, you feel like home.")
31- SGA, Teyla, Meditation
Title: In This Time
Word Count: 417
Characters: Teyla
Summary: Cause and effect of Teyla's decisions as leader.
Breathe in, breathe out; inhale, exhale. Slowly the children around her quieted down and focused on her words and actions. Today was not a regular occurrence but the Athosians were so on edge that the children had caused uproar among the adults. The same adults that were usually quite tolerant of the rambunctious, happy children. The Wraith onslaught had caused paranoia and fear, even in the city of the Ancients. Home had been lost and as the leader it was her job to find a suitable location.
In. Out. In. Out. The repetitive steps were heard throughout the room as inward focus was taken more seriously. “Inhale deeply. Now, concentrate on where you find peace and quiet. Focus very hard and then release the breath.” A quiet child called out a very low “Teyla,” as if afraid to interrupt.
With a nod, she granted the little brown-haired girl the opportunity to ask a question. “Yes, Freja?”
“What if our happy place was in the forest that we no longer can visit?” Freja looked close to tears and it tore at Teyla’s heart. These children had never known safety and her decisions had caused so much pain.
“Well, where do you like to play around in the city? Where’s your absolute favorite place to be?” She expected to hear about the gate room, or the living quarters where the new people stayed. Tauri. She had to remember they were the Tauri, just as she was Athosian.
Timidly, the child thought a moment and nodded, as if making a decision. “The balcony four stories above the main room. It has a view of the big sea and the towers at all the points.”
“Good choice. Then imagine the wind blowing, the smell of the sea surrounding you, sunlight gleaming along the metal and glass everywhere, and watching the giant fish swimming around.” In fact, that sounded like a lovely mediation spot after the turmoil the child had inadvertently caused. After this lesson in patience, it would be time to investigate this balcony and maybe find a calming influence as well.
One shy smile and an incline of her head later, Freja closed her eyes and became quiet again. In. Out. Inhale. Exhale. The steady rhythm fell over the group and they became quiet while their parents moved out in the hallways and settled into their new home. In contrast, Teyla took the time to refocus her efforts on a new location on the mainland to set up camp eventually.
38- SGA, Teyla Emmagan, lullaby
Title: Don't You Cry
Word Count: 277
Characters: Teyla
Summary: Teyla loves her son so very much.
In the middle of the night, a little mew of discontent turned into a loud wailing of unhappiness. Afraid she would disturb the neighbors, Teyla dragged herself out of the nightmare about Michael and sat up in the bed. Kanaan was sound asleep, something she didn’t begrudge him after the hard time adjusting to life that no longer involved being a hybrid. Yawning, she padded over to the crib that her teammates had made by hand and smiled down. Torren looked up and cooed with love and expectation.
Picking him up, she walked over to the rocking chair that Doctor Keller had provided and sat down carefully. “Hello, my son.” She kissed the top of the baby’s head and started to move back and forth carefully. Humming quietly, she sang the words Charin had taught her long ago when sitting for parents and assessing her leadership skills when trouble brewed.
Hush now, don’t you cry.
The little baby’s in fine hands, with a mother’s love and a father’s care.
We’ll hide from the world and wish for nothing except honey and bread while the world rights again.
Hush now, don’t you cry.
A mother’s love and a father’s care will keep you safe for always.
As Torren settled down, she placed him back in his bed, covering him up and twirling the mobile. Such love for a little thing and the desire to force the rest of the world to leave him alone. Michael couldn’t hurt him anymore, but she still worried of everything else going on. The lullaby was a gift for her as much as him. Nothing would happen to him. She’d keep him safe…always.
DAY 2
Point Breakdown
Wallpapers: 40 points
Fic: 10 points (200 words)
08- SG1, Jack O'Neill, musing
[1440x900]
09- SG1, Daniel Jackson/Vala Mal Doran, crazy
[1440x900]
18- SGA, John Sheppard, "Fortune Favors The Brave"
[1440x900]
21- SGA, John Sheppard, It wasn't me!
Title: Yeah, but what?
Word Count: 293
Characters: Sheppard
Summary: It really wasn’t his fault.
The hallways were suddenly treacherous; it was an odd feeling for the commanding military leader but there it was. The botanists had left a poisonous plant next to his door. Katie Brown had eventually taken pity and informed him that it wouldn’t kill him, just incapacitate for a couple hours of excruciating pain.
Then the physicists had put a club gizmo on the jumpers so he couldn’t fly anywhere unless of an emergency or impending doom. That had hurt - literally. High voltage wattage wasn’t fun to go up against after a night of some beerfest filled with various forms from sixteen planets. That full day had been a wash and Elizabeth hadn’t been particularly kind about it, either. She could yell really, really loud in a high pitch.
Finally, the biggest punishment had been his own team had pelted him with rotten fruit mixed with molded cheese and shoved him through the gate for military weapons negotiations with a planet full of warrior women who had taken pleasure in kicking his ass. Six hours in the infirmary for cracked ribs hadn’t been enjoyable.
Cook, the only one who didn’t want to cause him bodily harm, finally showed him the intramail from his account that claimed McKay was probably the smartest person on base and no one could compete, even if he’d never say it aloud. His cries of “It wasn’t me!” went ignored until he finally found proof that Zelenka had set it up after McKay had sent the scientist to Kid Planet again. Like the Wraith attack on a progressive ally was planned! Eventually everyone calmed down, but not one single apology appeared. Not even a groveling “so sorry” comic book under his door. Or a "War and Peace" Spark Notes.
26- SGA, John Sheppard, behind closed doors
[1440x900]
DAY 3
Point Breakdown
Icons: 10 points (2)
Fic: 20 points (400 words)
Gif: 20 points (4)
13- SG1, Vala Mal Doran, Daniel's worst nightmare
http://i.imgur.com/8VS8F.gif
http://i.imgur.com/K8UwZ.gif
38- SGA, Elizabeth, breaking the glass ceiling
Title: Not Quite Erased
Word Count: 465
Characters: Elizabeth Weir
Summary: It wasn't easy to raise the bar.
In her senior year in high school, Elizabeth won the role of president. Not that it had been simple; far from given the amount of time and dedication she worked into being known within the school and rubbing elbows with every group that voted. It was a position that helped define her love of diplomacy and change. The job was challenging, full of drama and intrigue when the It Group wanted something the Others. Of course, really, she knew she belonged in the Others category but you couldn't hold any alliances in the role, so she kept to herself and showed up for the big dances and events, always on the arm someone she didn’t really want.
Then in college, she majored in political science because it had been the most interesting major. The campaigns and how things worked was utterly fascinating, especially when comparing history with modern affairs. And it proved helpful when joining the Stargate program. Working with so many factions within a single organization had been exhausting. Being in charge of the SGC had been invigorating, though. And it led to her accepting the leader of Atlantis position.
Numerous arguments and debates about her qualifications filled Washington hallways and conference rooms with little input from the one in question. Infuriating, the misogyny and “good ole boy” mentality had caused too many migraines to count but she had won. Giving Sedge to her mother hadn’t been easy, either. Sedge had been the constant in so many ways when Simon was gone and a bad thunderstorm rolled through.
Simon hadn’t been easy to leave but sometimes you sacrifice for what you need to be complete. Too bad that he hadn’t wanted to tag along but it was what it was. Not that she would have had time for him given all the perilous situations and food rationings in the beginning. The added bonus had been nothing to distract from keeping those in her care alive. Not that it always worked. She still mourned those that died or were lost in the Wraith siege. But she had to set those feelings aside and carry on.
The glass ceiling was a little scratchy where it had been broken in parts. It wasn’t completely shattered because those in charge on the Earth side of things wouldn’t allow that but within her domain it had been disseminated. She was in charge and when she wasn’t there, Teyla was. It was something that made her proud; that there wasn’t anyone stopping her from doing the best she could with little preparation. Elizabeth Weir, one of the best diplomats in Washington, went into the unknown and survived.
As the window shattered into a billion kaleidoscope pieces, she thought maybe it was a bit premature to assume she had survived after all.
44- SGA, John Sheppard, boots
47- SG1, Vala & Cam, up to no good
http://i.imgur.com/sxalO.gif
http://i.imgur.com/GAX0p.gif
Credits
Fonts: Mary Jane (Alternate, Meade) + Rider + Traveling Typewriter
Photos: Gateworld + Stargatecaps
Textures: princess-of-shadows.deviantart.com