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spockvarietyhour · 5 months
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Cliff Simon as Ba'al
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theconjurervfx · 10 months
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Stargate: Continuum (2008)
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carsonsweebabyturtles · 2 months
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Stargate SG-1 - Insiders (S10E04)
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nephilimeq · 1 year
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Stargate SG-1 Meets Marvel
So, I run a Stargate SG1 shipping Discord server, but we got on the subject of this one fabulously morally gray villain known as Ba’al.
AND GUESS WHAT.
I immediately figured out parallels between him and Loki from Marvel.
LOOK AT THIS.
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These two bastards have the same exact mannerisms.
They also not only have identical body language, but their costuming is remarkably similar, they have the same accent, they both enjoy being slapped around by strong women, and they both use cloning as a means of deception.
I love it when I find parallels between my favorite fandoms and characters!!
(gifs are mine)
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badmovieihave · 1 year
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Bad movie I have Stargate SG-1 The Complete Tenth Season 2006 , 2007
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ave661 · 5 months
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dad!Ghost part 3 1 | 2 | 3 | 4
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satedanfire · 2 years
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Happy heavenly 60th Birthday Cliff Simon. September, 7, 1962
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maiamars · 9 months
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ghoap being so fucking domestic and they don't even realized it : they patch each other wounds without a second thought, they have their own inside jokes that even the rest of 141 can't understand, they train together daily and the whole base can hear them encouraging each other, soap knowing when to approach discreetly ghost to wake him before anyone realize that he was in fact sleeping, ghost exactly knowing what to say/do to make soap punch him playfully, soap/ghost keeping each other favorite food so they can exchange, ghost putting food in soap's mouth because soap hands are greasy, ghost soap always sitting not to far of each other and always exchanging looks, ghoap helping each other prepare for the next mission, ghost patting soap's mohawk when he wants to annoy him or keep him quiet, ghoap keeping each other in check on a bar night,
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if only we had longer
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warnings for major character death & suicide implications.
here’s a comic i made :-)
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spockvarietyhour · 10 months
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Stargate: Continuum (2008)
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theconjurervfx · 4 months
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Stargate as Anime.
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carsonsweebabyturtles · 2 months
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Got some Ba'al posts for tonight. I can hardly call it a spam because there's only 16 of them. Let's call it a Micro Spam. Yesterday was the anniversary of his passing and this is a day late. If you don't want to see the posts then as always you can blacklist using the stargate spam tag. I'll start posting around 10pm UK time.
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call-me-oracle · 2 days
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barbara gordon in batgirl (2011) by gail simone covers pt. 2
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stoneoferech · 5 months
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AC/DC
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just-another-siimp · 1 year
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Love and Pain
Johnny's been gone 6 months now, except suddenly he's home and your boss asks you to stay back a few hours longer. Surely you can wait til your shift finishes? Unless fate has other plans for you
Warnings: bad guys uwu, more shitty dialogue, not beta read again
To fall in love was a natural thing, each and every human experiences love in some way shape or form. Falling in love was something that John had never seen himself doing, he’d always imaged that he’d be six feet under before experiencing the chance to fall so madly and deeply in love. Yet three years ago, in a small coffee shop he fell. He fell so hard that not even Price could warn him of the complications that came with loving in their line of work, there wasn’t a lot of time for love. Except for you, he seemed to have all of the time in the world. 
Like you he couldn’t wait until six o’clock rolled around, he couldn’t wait to have you in his arms again and take you home. Most of all he couldn’t wait to spoil you with all the love he’d stored away whilst on deployment, he’d planned to take you on picnics and to see a movie that had premiered just a week ago. John wanted to return to something normal, something that could distract him from the six months of hell he’d just been through. 
So when he arrived at the coffee shop to find it surrounded by police tape his heart dropped, a shrill ringing began in his ears as he continued forward pushing past the police tape until he was eventually stopped by an officer. They weren’t fast enough, he caught a glimpse of tables overturned, cups smashed on the floor, a bullet hole in the coffee machine but what was worse was the blood. There was so much of it, staining the floor and tables leaving a trail out onto the street. 
For once he didn’t go charging in, allowing himself to be pushed back behind the police tape again. Reaching for his phone he called the only other person who came to mind, the skull masked contact picture seeming to loom at him from the screen. Ghost answered straight away, silent as he waited for him to say something. Except nothing came out, they’d just bought a body bag out of the cafe. 
“Johnny?” The body within the bag was bigger than you, yet it didn’t change that someone had died. His heart rate increased. “Oi Johnny- did you butt dial me?” 
Police sirens sounded as more detectives arrived, doors slamming shut behind him. He stood there numb to everything around him, his greatest fear was quickly becoming a reality. Where were you?
“Are those sirens? Soap, where are you?” He swore he couldn’t breathe, one of the police officers had just walked out of the cafe with a handgun in an evidence bag. “MacTavish, answer me that’s an order.”
“Cafe.”   
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Ghost didn’t come alone, Price and Gaz followed behind him all three of them casing out the street as though it was about to become a battlefield. Did they know something he didn’t? Together he and Ghost stood in silence, the lieutenant's hand resting on the base of his neck, a firm squeeze both grounding him and stopping him from interrupting Price as he spoke to one of the detectives. Johnny hated that Price’s face gave away nothing, not even Gaz who was the easiest to read out of all of them had reacted to what the detective had to say. 
“Johnny. They’re coming back.” Ghost’s hand dropped back to his side as he straightened up, they both stepped back allowing Price and Gaz enough room to go under the tape. 
“Leaves canceled.” none of them argued, if leave was canceled it meant that whatever happened at the cafe involved them. If something had happened to you because of him, because of his job? He’d make the entire world burn. Price’s hand on his shoulder drew him out of his murderous thoughts. “The authorities have already sent the cctv footage over to us, Soap you’re coming back to base with us.” 
No one argued.
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He watched the cctv footage play out in front of him, heart aching as he caught how your lips seemed to be moving. John wondered if you were singing or talking to yourself as you worked. Guilt pooled in his chest, if he hadn’t gone back to the base with the others maybe he could’ve stopped this. The footage slowed as a man entered the cafe, the angle of the security camera not able to catch his face as he approached the counter. Everything seemed to be normal as you took his order, that was until two other men entered. Their faces were visible to the camera this time. 
“Gaz-” Price’s voice seemed distant.
“On it boss.” 
While Gaz moved around behind him John’s eyes stayed focused on the cctv, the two men spread out in the cafe one blocking the exit while the other stood close to the bathrooms. You’d seemed to notice the strangeness of it all, stepping away from the counter smile replaced with a look of terror as three guns were pointed in your direction. There was a commotion when your manager entered, the man closest to the door yelling something before shoving him to the floor. 
It was only then that the first man turned around, eyes staring directly at the camera as a malicious grin spread across his face. The room went deathly still as Makarov’s face stared back at them, gun pointed at the camera before the screen went black.
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dielikethedogyouare · 21 days
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Feel free 2 request smthn 4 me 2 draw, I need practice. Nothing complicated n preferably related 2 my interests (see tags below) ^__^
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