LINKDING

<blockquote>“Teyla.” Her name sounds more like a curse than anything else, and she supposes she deserves that, given what he’s seen her do over the years.</blockquote> ➤ a snapshot of one moment far into Teyla's experience of a timeloop. dark.

<blockquote>Everyone says the same thing when they see the TARDIS for the first time. Well. Ish.</blockquote>

➤ Methos in Atlantis!

➤ post-series on earth, still friends

➤ Rodney getting all excited about hockey

➤ Waiting for each other in an in-between place after death. ➤ Deathfic but somehow peaceful and heartwarming and awesome

➤ R slippery-slopes into something of an evil/benevolent dictator after he uses an experimental medlab to fix injured & ill people with nanites, and he discovers he has the operator's override control over them now that their brains have these nanites in them ➤ creepy and awesome

➤ R gets sick with something probably deadly and the others choose to go down with him

➤ outsider perspective on R thought dead for years and J gone all stiff and unhappy and unlikeable. happy ending

<blockquote>“Forgive me! Forgive me, please, but...but the irony is incredible,” Zelenka gasped. “Every time we are in perilous situation, Rodney tells me-- He says, ‘Tell my sister I died saving little children from terrible danger!’ Now I will not have to lie, no?” He collapsed on the table, sniggering wildly, with a note of real hysteria. </blockquote>

<blockquote>But John’s really kind of fed up with this by now. “But what are you doing? I find you somewhere totally uncritical, doing something you won’t explain, without anyone else knowing, and as the ranking military officer—” “Would you shut up? Don’t you ever want to get away from stupid questions and life-sucking aliens for half an hour?” And now Rodney looks pissed off. “I—” Okay. Getting away. Bubble. Hypnotic. Right. John suddenly feels…kind of stupid.</blockquote>

<blockquote>You don’t make mistakes. You don’t fucking make mistakes, because everyone’s out there just waiting for it, waiting for you to screw up so they can move in and shove you down, get ahead of you. Rodney knows this, has known it since high school, when he was at one of the top schools in the country and still a couple years younger than everyone else and ten times as smart. If he’d made one mistake, just one, Cory Simmons or Delilah Hartley or fucking Mr. Tindley would have moved in and taken him down. No happy life of geekdom, blowing up the chemistry lab and hacking into the system, because everyone from the freshmen to the principal hated his guts and if he’d left them a single opening, one little illegal slip, he would have been lost. He learned that lesson real fast after Delilah’s mom called the fucking CIA on him when he was twelve years old.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The snow fell heavily for three days, covering tracks and drawing a veil across the world. By the morning of the fourth, they were out of food, and Ronon went hunting. He'd thought McKay was asleep, but the tightly wrapped bundle of silvery emergency blankets stirred, and a tuft of brown hair poked out the top, along with one fever-bright blue eye. "You'll never find your way back," Rodney rasped. "Yeah I will," and the snow swallowed him, muffling whatever protest Rodney had made.</blockquote>

➤ does what it says on the tin

<blockquote> Emotional scars can cut as deep as physical ones. </blockquote> ➤ Rodney and Jeannie's childhood. consists of 8 images

<blockquote>"You don't know why you have a watch in your vest?" John asked.</blockquote> ➤ in which Rodney is a pocketwatched time lord

<blockquote> post-ep for SGA 2x20 Allies</blockquote>

<blockquote>“This is insane. This is—this is,” McKay babbles as he takes in the arena. The many, many thousands of people packed in the stands and seats are especially daunting, like something taken straight out of Earth’s Roman history books and plunked down smack dab in the middle of another galaxy. “At least you don’t have to go out there,” John mutters, studying the layout intently. </blockquote>