Heart of Gold: prlrocks
My Gift is for: prlrocks
My Gift includes: GIFS, wallpaper, icons, and a fic!
Fandoms included: The Last Unicorn, Stargate Atlantis, The Lost World
Warnings: GIF OVERLOAD
Before you click, I just wanna say that you are completely awesome and I love having you for a team leader. I also love having you as one of my chipmunks and I really hope you enjoy the gifts on this post. I wish I could have made more. and I will still be making more, but more on that inside the cut
Woohoo! You like how I was all sneaky in making you spam your favorite McShep caps? I'm totally cool like a ninja.
First I have icons made by the wonderful xmaidelx.
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theeen we have a header made by the awesome digitaldesigner.
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Next, thebiggest_lie, who is 8 kinda of amazing, wrote a 900 word drabble, LOL.
Title: What You Didn’t See
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis, John/Rodney
Word count: 900 words
Rating: PG
Summary: After the events in Doppelganger, John worries about what Rodney might have seen.
It’s not hard for John to say yes to missions that seem impossible. The impossible task to him is having to say no. So when the choice is between taking a stroll through Rodney’s mind or Rodney dying, well, the choice is easier to make than usual. He expected a lot of things going in; but this, this he didn’t expect at all.
The second he’s out of the infirmary he moves smoothly passed Carter and Teyla and goes straight to his room, making promises of rest and relaxation he knows he won’t be able to follow through on. He spends the night listening to music on a low volume, loud enough that he can hear the melody, but soft enough that the words are no more than a faint whisper. He’s not sure he can take the weight of them right now.
He makes it through the mission briefing, breakfast and a pile of paperwork before he sees Rodney again. He’s surprised it took him this long.
“Colonel,” Rodney nods, entering the room. His steps are cautious, but the look on his face is clear in its earnestness.
“Rodney,” John answers back. The neutral space of his office, which he barely uses, is welcome in moments like this.
“I didn’t get a chance to say, well, thank you. For yesterday.”
“Just doing my job.” John gives him a smile, a slight upturn of his lips.
Rodney rolls his eyes, and uncrosses his arms, his hands waving about before he even speaks a word. “Oh, please. Risking your life isn’t a job for you, it’s a way of life!”
“You paid me back plenty,” John answers, and this time he can’t meet Rodney’s steady gaze.
“Well, of course! I wasn’t just going to leave you to die. At yours own hands even. And how nuts was that? I would need some serious therapy if I had to fight myself to the death.”
John snorts, “As if you don’t already?”
“Ha ha,” Rodney replies with one of his customary glares. “I’ll have you know that I’ve never been in therapy outside of when the military orders me to, which is no fault of my own!”
John let’s the familiar banter wash over him, and for a second he forgets the thing he’s been so afraid of since he looked up from the floor of his own personal Atlantis to see Rodney’s face.
“John? Hello? Earth to John” Rodney says, waving his hand in front of John’s face. “Do you ever listen when I talk?”
“Sorry,” John says quickly, and apparently it’s the wrong thing to say because Rodney’s face melts from an easy irritation to actual worry.
“Okay, what’s wrong? Ignoring me is one thing, but apologizing for it…”
“Nothing’s wrong,” John answers shortly. He hates how defensive he sounds, even to his own ears.
“Oh, please, like that works on me after all this time. You seriously need to work on your misdirection skills, because they’re getting pretty damn rusty.”
It isn’t Rodney’s words that makes John crack; but instead the relaxed tone of his voice, as if this is just another conversation between them. He tightens his grip on the arms of the chair, and breathes out. “What did you see?”
“What?” Rodney asks in confusion.
“What did you see when you were in my head?” John asks softly. He stares down at his hands, the only sound his harsh breathing in his ears.
“What do you mean, what did I see? You were there!”
John looks up quickly, anger surging from deep in his gut. “Before you walked down those stairs you had to come from somewhere. What did you see?”
“I didn’t come from anywhere!” Rodney shouts incredulously. “I appeared in your mind, and there you were getting your ass kicked. What did you think I saw?”
“Never mind,” John grounds out, teeth clenched.
“Oh, you seriously can’t be mad at me for entering your mind! You were in my head first, you know? What did you see?”
John thinks about the pouring rain and the fear in Rodney’s eyes. The way he had felt so damn cold and alone, and how sure he was that those weren’t his emotions he was feeling.
After a pause, Rodney speaks again. “Wait, did you see something? You didn’t, did you?”
John sighs, rubbing his eyes. He doesn’t remember the last time he felt this exhausted. “No, Rodney. I didn’t see anything.”
“Okay, good. Good, then. Then why the hell are you so worried I saw something?” Rodney’s voice turns back to amusement, just like that. John’s always been intrigued by the way Rodney’s emotions can flip around with a simple word or action if he wants them to.
“You never know,” John replies and even he knows it’s a lame answer.
“What are you hiding up in that brain of yours Colonel?” Rodney nudges a finger against John’s forehead, and John swats him away, a warmth spreading through his stomach at Rodney’s touch.
“Like I said earlier, it’s nothing.”
“If you’re sure.”
“I am,” John nods.
“Okay then…lunch?”
John sighs, almost wishing Rodney would push him further, make him say the things he’s been holding in for so damn long. Instead he let’s his eyes crinkle with the slightest of smiles, and nods his head.
In a week he knows he’ll look back at this mission, and think just another close call, another time Rodney somehow missed the big neon flashing sign that is John’s feelings for him. John follows Rodney out the door to lunch. There’s always the next mission, he supposes.
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Okay, now for that things I made.
I started out by making gifs from The Lost World pilot.
Then I realized I was missing too much of the screen by the resizing I was doing and went with the proper resolution...
Was still making a bunch when I realized that these weren't looking that great.. I'm still going to go through the run and make them for you, cause I did a bunch of capping, but I decided to pick a different thing to gif.
I made 41 gifs from The Last Unicorn and more will still be added:
Insane amount of gifs here
My Gift includes: GIFS, wallpaper, icons, and a fic!
Fandoms included: The Last Unicorn, Stargate Atlantis, The Lost World
Warnings: GIF OVERLOAD
Before you click, I just wanna say that you are completely awesome and I love having you for a team leader. I also love having you as one of my chipmunks and I really hope you enjoy the gifts on this post. I wish I could have made more. and I will still be making more, but more on that inside the cut
Woohoo! You like how I was all sneaky in making you spam your favorite McShep caps? I'm totally cool like a ninja.
First I have icons made by the wonderful xmaidelx.
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
theeen we have a header made by the awesome digitaldesigner.
_____________________________________________________
Next, thebiggest_lie, who is 8 kinda of amazing, wrote a 900 word drabble, LOL.
Title: What You Didn’t See
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis, John/Rodney
Word count: 900 words
Rating: PG
Summary: After the events in Doppelganger, John worries about what Rodney might have seen.
It’s not hard for John to say yes to missions that seem impossible. The impossible task to him is having to say no. So when the choice is between taking a stroll through Rodney’s mind or Rodney dying, well, the choice is easier to make than usual. He expected a lot of things going in; but this, this he didn’t expect at all.
The second he’s out of the infirmary he moves smoothly passed Carter and Teyla and goes straight to his room, making promises of rest and relaxation he knows he won’t be able to follow through on. He spends the night listening to music on a low volume, loud enough that he can hear the melody, but soft enough that the words are no more than a faint whisper. He’s not sure he can take the weight of them right now.
He makes it through the mission briefing, breakfast and a pile of paperwork before he sees Rodney again. He’s surprised it took him this long.
“Colonel,” Rodney nods, entering the room. His steps are cautious, but the look on his face is clear in its earnestness.
“Rodney,” John answers back. The neutral space of his office, which he barely uses, is welcome in moments like this.
“I didn’t get a chance to say, well, thank you. For yesterday.”
“Just doing my job.” John gives him a smile, a slight upturn of his lips.
Rodney rolls his eyes, and uncrosses his arms, his hands waving about before he even speaks a word. “Oh, please. Risking your life isn’t a job for you, it’s a way of life!”
“You paid me back plenty,” John answers, and this time he can’t meet Rodney’s steady gaze.
“Well, of course! I wasn’t just going to leave you to die. At yours own hands even. And how nuts was that? I would need some serious therapy if I had to fight myself to the death.”
John snorts, “As if you don’t already?”
“Ha ha,” Rodney replies with one of his customary glares. “I’ll have you know that I’ve never been in therapy outside of when the military orders me to, which is no fault of my own!”
John let’s the familiar banter wash over him, and for a second he forgets the thing he’s been so afraid of since he looked up from the floor of his own personal Atlantis to see Rodney’s face.
“John? Hello? Earth to John” Rodney says, waving his hand in front of John’s face. “Do you ever listen when I talk?”
“Sorry,” John says quickly, and apparently it’s the wrong thing to say because Rodney’s face melts from an easy irritation to actual worry.
“Okay, what’s wrong? Ignoring me is one thing, but apologizing for it…”
“Nothing’s wrong,” John answers shortly. He hates how defensive he sounds, even to his own ears.
“Oh, please, like that works on me after all this time. You seriously need to work on your misdirection skills, because they’re getting pretty damn rusty.”
It isn’t Rodney’s words that makes John crack; but instead the relaxed tone of his voice, as if this is just another conversation between them. He tightens his grip on the arms of the chair, and breathes out. “What did you see?”
“What?” Rodney asks in confusion.
“What did you see when you were in my head?” John asks softly. He stares down at his hands, the only sound his harsh breathing in his ears.
“What do you mean, what did I see? You were there!”
John looks up quickly, anger surging from deep in his gut. “Before you walked down those stairs you had to come from somewhere. What did you see?”
“I didn’t come from anywhere!” Rodney shouts incredulously. “I appeared in your mind, and there you were getting your ass kicked. What did you think I saw?”
“Never mind,” John grounds out, teeth clenched.
“Oh, you seriously can’t be mad at me for entering your mind! You were in my head first, you know? What did you see?”
John thinks about the pouring rain and the fear in Rodney’s eyes. The way he had felt so damn cold and alone, and how sure he was that those weren’t his emotions he was feeling.
After a pause, Rodney speaks again. “Wait, did you see something? You didn’t, did you?”
John sighs, rubbing his eyes. He doesn’t remember the last time he felt this exhausted. “No, Rodney. I didn’t see anything.”
“Okay, good. Good, then. Then why the hell are you so worried I saw something?” Rodney’s voice turns back to amusement, just like that. John’s always been intrigued by the way Rodney’s emotions can flip around with a simple word or action if he wants them to.
“You never know,” John replies and even he knows it’s a lame answer.
“What are you hiding up in that brain of yours Colonel?” Rodney nudges a finger against John’s forehead, and John swats him away, a warmth spreading through his stomach at Rodney’s touch.
“Like I said earlier, it’s nothing.”
“If you’re sure.”
“I am,” John nods.
“Okay then…lunch?”
John sighs, almost wishing Rodney would push him further, make him say the things he’s been holding in for so damn long. Instead he let’s his eyes crinkle with the slightest of smiles, and nods his head.
In a week he knows he’ll look back at this mission, and think just another close call, another time Rodney somehow missed the big neon flashing sign that is John’s feelings for him. John follows Rodney out the door to lunch. There’s always the next mission, he supposes.
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Okay, now for that things I made.
I started out by making gifs from The Lost World pilot.
Then I realized I was missing too much of the screen by the resizing I was doing and went with the proper resolution...
Was still making a bunch when I realized that these weren't looking that great.. I'm still going to go through the run and make them for you, cause I did a bunch of capping, but I decided to pick a different thing to gif.
I made 41 gifs from The Last Unicorn and more will still be added:
Insane amount of gifs here