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cassiope25 · 2 years

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This is @itstartedwithalex's and mine very much belated but eventually happily shared contribution to the Mcshep Month 2022, week 5: what should have been

Our work was inspired by sgamadison's wonderful fic about John and Rodney's heartwarming encounter across space and time.

It's also posted on AO3

So if you want to leave a very welcome reaction like a kudo or a comment you can find us here:

Podfic on AO3

Cover Art on AO3

Thank you sgamadison for giving us permission to make this for your wonderful and uplifting fic!

Fic on AO3

Authors Summary: Returning home after installing the program he hopes will change his timeline, Rodney McKay gets some surprise guests.

#mcshep month 2022 #week three #what should have been #podfic and cover art #fic by sgamadison #podfic by itstartedwithalex #cover art by cassiope25 #rodney mckay #john sheppard #mcshep #stargate atlantis #sga #podfic #cover art #fanart #cassiope25 artwork

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audioletter · 19 hours

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TW: Alcoholism

With Atlantis grounded, home feels less like reality and more of a construct for John, who starts to unravel when his feelings for Rodney are forced suddenly to the forefront.

A little bit about this fic before you go in.

Please don't let the "alcoholism" tag scare you off - this is, at its core, a McShep angst-with-a-happy-ending fic, I promise.

But.

This fic was started on the twentieth of November, 2022, during which I was battling with situational alcoholism, much what John experiences in this fic. What started a fic for personal catharsis turned into a John character study I am extremely proud and grateful for - and for the show and fandom, which were integral to the sobriety I live today (note the show and fandom are not the only reasons I am sober; hard work, a loving spouse and friends and a support network from my time in AA were the keys, SGA was a welcome and loving distraction).

AA is a tenuous subject, and I had John join the program as it is the most accessible for readers to understand due to its prevalence in popular culture and - sadly - our everyday lives. There are other ways on the path to sobriety if you do not align with AA (I do not any longer), Google is an amazing tool.

Situational alcoholism and alcoholism as a whole can happen to anyone - I am an example of that - and if you know anyone in this situation, please seek out help in your local area. There are amazing human beings and resources out there for addicts, and sobriety is one minute, one hour, one day, one month, one year at a time.

Thank you for reading this fic. I'm proud I finally finished it, and most of all, I'm proud of mine - and John's - sobriety.

/end personal crap lol

PS: bonus points if you get the Straya reference to a beloved song I slipped in.

#stargate atlantis #mcshep #john sheppard #rodney mckay #tw alcohol

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pinkoptics · 2 years

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Underwater AU

McShep | 1072 words | G | AU-gust 2022

When they arrive in Atlantis the city doesn’t rise, but the shield doesn’t fail. They’re stuck at the bottom of the ocean. John’s not feeling it. At all. Rodney to the rescue.

More and more, John spends time here. It’s one of the few places in Atlantis where the ceiling is made of windows, so it’s the only place he can look up, up, up…

It’s an atrium, or would be, if the room was in use.

It’s not.

There are large, empty planters— places where life should flourish, but doesn’t. Hasn’t. Not for thousands of years. Life needs light. Nothing new can grow, not without the sun, which can’t reach this deep, but is somewhere up there, and so far out of reach. The room is an empty vessel without the sun, without life. Scraggly branches, ten thousand years dead, mock the room’s purpose. Uncleared, unimportant, with the room not in use.

John chokes off a laugh. Or is it a sob?

Utterly useless.

Maybe someone will find him here 10,000 years hence, scraggly bones, with as little purpose as the room they find him in.

Head tilted back against the edge of the couch, he stares at where the sky should be, where the water is instead. He feels the crushing weight of it against his bones, shield be damned, until his ribs, his lungs ache with it. He can’t breathe, air coming in ragged gasps.

He’s never told anyone where he goes, sometimes only coming back to the little pocket of the city they inhabit if the radio chirps. If he notices. It doesn’t chirp often.

Then there’s Rodney.

“Major, I have been looking for you everywhere in this godforsaken tomb of a city. I know you’re off shift but most of us keep our radioes on. Emergencies? Ever heard of those? Do I need to put a little bell on you? Subcutaneous transmitter? Or a—”

Apparently all it takes to shut up one Motormouth McKay is one Air Force Major staring into the abyss, barely breathing.

After that, Rodney comes to the atrium often.

“Chess?”

“Raid Zelenka’s coffee stash?”

“Cards?”

“I hear Roberts’ set up something that resembles bowling.”

It’s always hard to move at first, to shift the weight of the sea off him, but he does because he knows, after the first time, how vocally and stubbornly Rodney will insist if he doesn’t.

“Yeah, bowling, sure.”

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This room isn’t any better than the atrium. There’s no view of the fathomless ocean that envelops them but it’s no less oppressive. The steady ache in his bones deepens.

“What do you want, McKay?”

John’s only been here once, months ago, when Rodney had first asked him to turn on one of funny, near-cylindrical ships. Military officer or glorified light-switch, he’s not sure which anymore. As Rodney babbles out an explanation, John finds it hard to follow. He’s trapped in a pocket of memory he’s tried hard to box up and away…

The ship opening up for him in a way nothing else in Atlantis has. A spaceship. It wants to be flown. It wants John to be the one to do it. It’s been suffocating, needing to break free into the atmosphere and beyond. The whole galaxy used to be open to it, and now… John knows without knowing that it’s something he can do, same as walking, as breathing. He’s the ship, the ship is him, the things they could do together.

But they don’t.

Grounded.

Permanently.

“Major!”

John blinks.

“You haven’t taken in a single word of my brilliance, have you?”

“Uh…”

“This is what happens when you pull miracles out of your ass every day. Everyone gets used to it. You are all witnessing genius and you can’t even see it anymore. I can’t believe—”

“Rodney!”

“Fine, fine.” Rodney crosses his arms, looks put upon. He pauses a moment for dramatic effect. “This.” He points at one of the ships. “It swims now.”

John blinks again. He can’t mean…

“For a race who made their city submergible you would think they would have figured out how to turn their ships into submarines, but no. Oh no. They left that up to one Genius Rodney McKay. Weeks of work. Weeks! Time I will—”

John can’t breathe. “Will it…” he can’t even say it. He just can’t.

Rodney’s voice goes soft. “Yeah, John. It will. All the way up to the surface.”

Something loosens and tightens in John all at the same time.

“Or, well, it makes it in 98% of the simulations which I’ll have you know is—”

Something breaks free.

His arms are around Rodney and they’re staggering back, all but crashing into the ship behind him because John has thrown himself forward, crushing Rodney to him. This… this… He buries his face into the heat of Rodney’s neck. Words build up, too many of them, scraping his throat raw. He gets two of them out, barely. “Thank you.”

Then Rodney is finally holding him back, broad hands scorching him through his t-shirt. He lets out a self-deprecating chuckle and pats him on the back. “It hasn’t worked yet.”

John tightens his hold, stays buried, emotions pinging around him wildly out of control, after being held tight for too long. “It doesn’t matter. God, Rodney, it doesn’t matter. You tried.”

“I did.”

For you.

He doesn’t say it, but John hears it, knows it. This isn’t one of Atlantis’ ongoing projects, though it clearly should have been. Rodney’s done this. On the side. For him.

When he pulls back, with more reluctance than he has ever pulled back from a hug, neither of them comment on the wetness he’s wiping away.

John feels his lips quirk up into a smile. “Wanna go for a ride?”

“In that tin can of death? Are you insane? Are you aware of how much pressure there is at this depth? 98% probability of success still means 2% chance—”

Without letting himself think, John grabs Rodney’s hand and tugs so that they’re pressed close again. His turns his smile into a pout. “Pretty please?”

“Oh for! Don’t look at me like that.” Rodney throws up his free hand. “This is going to be a thing, isn’t it? You do that with your mouth and I give in.”

“Is that a yes?”

Rodney sighs, trying but failing to look put upon. “The first of many I’m sure.”

When they break the surface of the water the steady aching pressure turns into a lightness, his bones going hollow and bird-like. When John looks up, up, up… there’s nothing but endless blue.

He’s home.

Free.

Also on AO3

#stargate atlantis #mcshep #gosh I have feels about this idea #too many for a short fic #but I hope I squished most of them in there #john gives me all the feelings #rodney bb #pinkoptics writes

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goddess47 · 1 year

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I posted 412 times in 2022

That's 76 more posts than 2021!

126 posts created (31%)

286 posts reblogged (69%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@fullmoonficlet

@ao3feed-mcshep

@cassiope25

@thekristen999

I tagged 262 of my posts in 2022

Only 36% of my posts had no tags

#teen wolf - 79 posts

#sga - 60 posts

#sterekdrabbles - 53 posts

#sterek - 43 posts

#mcshep - 39 posts

#pimping - 28 posts

#stargate - 20 posts

#full moon ficlet - 19 posts

#romancing mcshep 2022 - 17 posts

#stargate atlantis - 16 posts

Longest Tag: 41 characters

#challenge: zipper spectacular responsible

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Stargate Fests

The Stargate fandom has grown very much smaller from its heyday when any of the series were still being created. But there still are pockets of active Stargate folk who are hanging out, creating works and being merry.

The thing is that we're now also spread across different platforms and don't always get to visit together. The Live Journal and Dreamwidth folk don't always spend time on Tumblr and Discord, and vice versa. And the SGA folk don't always know about SG1 things happening. And I know there are SGU folk out there. Somewhere.

And it turns out that there were two separate "SGA Santa" fests going on at the same time in the Fall. There were a couple of folk who did both, but some of us didn't even know the other existed until it posted. That's okay, but either fest may have had a couple more participants if more folk knew they existed.

So I'm putting together a Stargate Fests list. All fests, of all types, of all durations, of all types of work, of all franchises. If it's related to Stargate, I'll include it on the list.

As an example, "Romancing McShep" is almost over for 2022, but I just ran across "McShep Month" on Tumblr. If I wasn't a Tumblr user, I would never have seen it.

I'm looking for your Stargate 'fest' - where fest is used in the broadest form of the word. If you'd like to see your fest added to the list, fill out the form: Fest Submission Form

There isn't a lot there right now, but I'd love to see a longer list... and if there's something critical that needs to be added in terms of fest details, I'd love to know what it is. I'm relying on the fest for details. I'm just looking for enough information to lure folk into looking...

The list I have so far is here: Stargate Fests List. I'm hoping it becomes a lot longer soon!

Tell me what you think!

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#4

Room For Rent

For @sterekdrabbles (6/17/2022) prompts: room, cheap, brother

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"Come in," Stiles invited.

Derek stepped into the small room and shook his head. "Nope. You're not staying here another minute."

"Derek! It's cheap and all I can afford!" Stiles protested.

"Anyone and their brother could break into this place," Derek replied, picking up a packing box. "It's not safe."

"I have no place else! And classes start Monday."

Derek took a breath. "The apartment Laura and I rented is still available... I never stopped paying rent..."

Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek. "There are too many memories."

Derek hugged Stiles back. "Maybe we can make some new ones? Together."

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#3

Constellations

For @sterekdrabbles 6/3/2022 prompts: expensive, bathe, curtain

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"I don't know, Derek," Stiles murmured. "It's pretty expensive for a shower curtain." Although Stiles had to admit to himself it was gorgeous.

Derek blushed. "I know, but, well, it makes me think of you."

"Really, big guy?" Stiles smiled as he turned to his husband.

Derek touched the material. "The pattern of stars looks like the scattering of moles on your back. Like you'll never be far away from me." A deeper flush. "Even if I'm only bathing."

"Aww..." Stiles leaned in for a kiss. "For that alone, I'd take a dozen."

Derek smiled as he returned the kiss.

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#2

Way To A Man's Heart

For @sterekdrabbles (6/13/2022) prompts: harass, admit, trouble

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The siren whooped once, pulling behind Derek.

Derek sighed. Harassment by the Deputies was part of dating the Sheriff's son.

"Am I in trouble..." Derek looked up from grabbing his license. "Oh. Hey, Jordan."

"Nah," Jordan said. "Saw you alone and thought I'd pass on some advice."

"Anything!" Derek begged.

"Pie. Sheriff loves pie and Stiles never lets him have any," Jordan grinned. "But if you bring it over..."

"Ah! Stiles can't complain... as much," Derek replied.

"Yup!"

"Thanks! That will be helpful," Derek admitted.

As he drove off, Derek wondered if any of Nana's recipes were in the vault.

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My #1 post of 2022

As Advertised

For @sterekdrabbles (6/8/2022) prompt: year, sign, super

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"Rwarrr!" Eli extended his fingers like claws and swiped at the teddy bear.

"Umm... what?" Derek was confused.

Stiles shrugged. "We saw a sign in the Asian food section of the supermarket that said this is the year of the Tiger. So. Now we're a tiger."

"Oh!" Derek watched as his son pretended to pounce on the defenseless teddy bear.

"It's kinda cute," Stiles said as he leaned against Derek.

Derek wrapped his arm around Stiles and dropped a soft kiss on the side of his head.

"Just like his dad," Derek replied with a smile.

Stiles kissed him back.

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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rodneymckays · 2 years

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McShep + Physical Comedy McShep Month 2022 | Week 3

#john sheppard #rodney mckay #mcshep #stargate atlantis #sga #stargate #stargateedit #sgaedit #mcshep month 2022 #tor gifs #i was gonna do a really cute edit of them paralleled to bing and bob BUT I COULD NOT #FOR THE LIFE OF ME #FIND A NICE COPY OF ROAD TO BALI #so enjoy this instead :')

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cammitchell · 2 years

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MCSHEP MONTH: WEEK ONE

McShep + Emotion

#sgaedit #stargateedit #stargate: atlantis #mcshep #john sheppard #rodney mckay #scifiedit #scifigifs #tvedit #tvgifs #mcshep month 2022 #mine*

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sassycordy · 2 years

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mcshep x tropes

#sassy cordy speaks #sassy cordy edits #A NEW TAG FOR MY EDITS HEHE #stargate atlantis #john sheppard #rodney mckay #sga #mcshep month 2022 #stargate edit #week five #let’s all pretend this is on time and in the month of march ahahah #this took years off my life so if anyone sees mistakes pls ignore them <3 #mcshep

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dedkake · 2 years

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too loud for words | a grab bag of mcshep emotions reclist

Exit Wounds by Powderpuff | <1k, m

When John thought about sleeping with Rodney, it was usually frantic, furious, and biting; aggressive and demanding, like Rodney himself often was. John expected bruises; expected it to hurt the next day, in that pleasant, “I just got laid” sort of way. In short, he expected it to be like all of the other times, after Nancy. He wasn’t so foolish as to imagine it wouldn’t matter, because everything with Rodney mattered—all John could hope for was that it didn’t scar.

September 20th, 2011 by velocitygrass | 1k, t

It's the end of DADT and nothing will really change for John.

start me up and watch me go by sabinelagrande | 1k, e

Rodney discovers a new equation.

Sleeping Arrangements by Brumeier | 1k, t

Of all the risks John faced in the Pegasus galaxy, having to share a small bed with Rodney while offworld was definitely the most dangerous.

Get You Back by lamardeuse | 1k, t

John nearly loses everything.

Lessons in Waking Up by Siria & dogeared | 1k, e

Keller crashes first, hiding a yawn behind one hand while she makes her excuses about early morning clinics and paperwork and half-jokes about not even being able to read her own handwriting. Sam's not far behind her; then Teyla, trailing Ronon in her wake, looking for peace through meditation, though John knows the only thing she's likely to find is irritation with Ronon's snoring.

Touch by astolat | 1k, e

Rodney McKay was a cuddler. Which was more than John had wanted to know.

The Whole Story by unadrift | 2k, t

John shows up at his door that night, carrying a sixpack of beer. Rodney follows him into the transporter and out to the pier. They settle down, feet dangling over the edge, and John hands him a can.

"So," Rodney says, after they each have finished off a beer. "I figure this is your subtle way of telling me that you want to talk?"

Talking Dirty by Toft | 2k, e

“It’s a major obstacle to successful porn dialogue that there are so few attractive words to describe anything to do with sex.”

Better Than Ice Cream by DesireeArmfeldt | 2k, t

Episode tag to Remnants: McKay wants to know what Sheppard saw in his hallucination. (Gen/friendship or pre-slash, depending on the color of your goggles.)

Just Hold Me, Please by christinchen | 2k, t

It just so happens that John desperately needs some human contact and Rodney's back is kinda sore. It's just a simple massage between two friends. No, really!

It Doesn’t Change a Thing by luredin | 2k, e

If Rodney had expectations about what life on Atlantis was going to be like before he got here, Major John Sheppard giving him head on the down low would not have been one of them. Nothing makes sense anymore, and if this is going to be a regular occurrence, Rodney thinks he should probably start returning the favor.

Or, five times John gets Rodney’s cock in his mouth, and one time Rodney has the pleasure.

That's MY cold by Saxifactumterritum | 3k, g

I wrote a fic. Mcshep, post The Eye/The Storm (Stargate Atlantis series one. John's got a cold, Rodney's annoyed, then there's snuggling

Hand Wash Only by LogicGunn | 3k, m

It’s so late on a Sunday night that it might actually be Monday morning when Rodney answers his door and tells John to “Fuck off, Colonel.” It’s the ‘Colonel’ that clues John into the fact that Rodney’s genuinely pissed more than the ‘fuck off’; he’s been ‘John’ for months now, ever since their first tentative kiss in the infirmary after a mission gone badly wrong.

Five Lies John Told (And Then A Whole Lotta Truth) by Speranza | 4k, t

Man, he had to give up bullshitting like this.

Clear Blue Skies by pebbles1971 | 4k, t

“McKay,” Sheppard said curtly as he stepped into the elevator. Rodney’s heart sank. He was well and truly trapped now, for the however-many floors of their shared transit. Dammit, he’d done such a good job of avoiding the man at the press conference too.

As if elevators didn’t make him twitchy enough.

the stonemason's buildings want for his hands again by synecdochic | 4k, nr

It's not about being shipwrecked; it's about what happens when you have to come back. Title, inspiration, and heavy imagery drawn from the poem Possibilities of Love by Ed Kleinschmidt.

Those Three Words by Argosy | 5k, e

John has something he wants to say, but it won't be easy.

A Heart Needs a Home by shrift | 5k, e

Sometimes when a door closes, a closet opens.

bubble bar by objectlesson | 5k, e

Like the time Rodney mentions taking a bath and John flatlines and says, I’m not going to take a bath with you, Rodney, at the same exact same time he is thinking, literally, specifically, about taking a bath with Rodney.

Still Water by Rachael Sabotini (wickedwords) | 6k, e

"We found a bathhouse?"

Edges by Neery | 6k, e

Knife-play. Dog Tags. Kinkiness.

A Little Bit Crazy by thegrrrl2002 | 7k, e

Back on Earth after the events of Siege III, and John's feeling a little...unsettled. (Contains Siege spoilers)

Kid A by Speranza | 7k, e

"I'm not gay, Rodney," John says, and it's awkward to have to say it, but it really has to be said.

The First Pressing by laceymcbain | 8k, e

John doesn’t know when he started thinking people had to justify being happy.

War Bride by Speranza | 9k, e

"Rodney's my desert island guy," he says finally, because it's the simplest, truest thing he can say: if there's one person he gets to keep with him, he chooses McKay. It's as simple as that.

Bare by objectlesson | 11k, e

“Did you not know,” Teyla says carefully, shooting a concerned look at Ronon over their mostly empty plates, “that Lt. Colonel Sheppard enjoys the company of—”

“No, I did not!” Rodney manages to grit out, sucking in air desperately before grabbing his glass of water and downing it. “Since fucking when?!”

We All Arrive By Different Streets by thegrrrl2002 | 11k, e

Rodney can't have something he never knew he wanted.

Your Inevitable Unhappy Ending by Helenish | 14k, e

It was easy to imagine fucking Rodney, the way he'd groan and clutch at John's arms and be too bossy about the whole thing; it was easy to imagine the problems it could cause.

Taking by Ladycat | 15k, e

John's throat works. Rodney wants to lean forward and lick it, bite along the bob of his Adam's apple. He will, he knows; John's already halfway there.

The Triboelectric Effect by trillingstar | 16k, e

"What the hell were you thinking, touching it!" John yells, terrified. "I didn't mean to!" Rodney yells back. "Oh right, because this morning I thought, let's be sure to get stuck to an unidentified object on an unknown planet in the dark depths of a cave today. Excellent, can't wait!"

Weddings, Plural, and a Yak by Speranza | 17k, e

By the eighth time John Sheppard married Rodney McKay, they were old pros at the wedding thing, having weathered not only an Ouishan blood wedding, but also a twelve-hour Avalonian handfasting, a Malanese necklace exchange, and a Thurtu joining ceremony that invoked a fire god and featured seven kinds of cake.

You & Me & The Pegasus Galaxy by CartWrite | 29k, e

When John Sheppard finds Rodney McKay's very explicit ads on the Atlantis hook-up board, he feels pretty weird and kind of loses his mind.

I Only Want Your Trust by Telesilla | 34k, e

"I Only Want Your Trust" is set in a BDSM AU where your orientation as a dominant or submissive matters more than your gender.

A Third Dimension to Traveling by gottalovev | 40k, e

The stargates have suddenly stopped working in Pegasus, disrupting trade and leaving four Atlantis reconnaissance teams stranded. When the Travelers come to Atlantis to ask what is going on, John and Rodney take Ronon and a couple of scientists with them on Larrin's ship to go investigate the problem and get their people back. It leads to John and Larrin finally acting on their mutual attraction, though their casual relationship gets more complicated when Larrin brings Rodney into the mix. John struggles with his feelings for Rodney and how this could change everything, especially when they'll go back to Atlantis. Through it all and while hopping from planet to planet, they'll face emergency situations, a brush with an old foe and of course they still have the stargate network to fix, at all costs.

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startrekmemequeen · 2 years

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#mcshep month 2022 #mcshep #rodney mckay #john sheppard #stargate #stargate atlantis #sga

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escriveine · 2 years

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Can’t Help Falling In Love | McShep (McShep x Can’t Help Falling In Love | Elvis Presley cover feat. brooke)

From the very first moment Rodney and John met, they just couldn't help falling in love. (Neither could we.) This is their journey, from the first glimpse of where they were to the whispered words they'd be rushing towards all along.

Music: Can't Help Falling in Love (Elvis Presley | Dark cover feat. brooke)

(You can also see it on AO3)

#Stargate Atlantis #McShep #Can't Help Falling In Love #my fanvid #my fanart #I love these two space idiots #so much #phenomenally late but intended to be part of McShep fests #Romancing McShep 2022 #McShep month 2022 #week 5: what should have been

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cassiope25 · 1 year

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Ich habe 901 Mal im Jahr 2022 etwas gepostet

17 Einträge erstellt (2%)

884 Einträge gerebloggt (98%)

Blogs, die ich am häufigsten gerebloggt habe:

@carsonsweebabyturtles

@dedkake

@itstartedwithalex

@colonelshepparrrrd

Ich habe 897 meiner Einträge im Jahr 2022 getaggt

#stargate atlantis – 814 Einträge

#sga – 790 Einträge

#rodney mckay – 594 Einträge

#john sheppard – 479 Einträge

#mcshep – 249 Einträge

#addicted to rodney mckay – 127 Einträge

#mcshep forever – 117 Einträge

#great gifset – 82 Einträge

#ronon dex – 71 Einträge

#teyla emmagan – 67 Einträge

Längstes Tag: 116 characters

#sometimes i can't imagine how great the results are when seeing under which circumstances the scenes had to be done!

Meine Top-Einträge im Jahr 2022:

#5

A SPECIAL KIND OF QUILT by cassiope25

This is my very first fic and it's written for the SGA_Saturday Prompt Challenge #week 353-357 tender /quilt

I'm very exited about it and hope you'll enjoy it!

Summary :

“We are so doomed... I can't believe I can't find it!”

Rodney paces back and forth, hands either up in the air or yanking at his already dishevelled hair, which is now sticking up in the air in all directions. A picture of utter devastation.

Oh God, John loves this man!

on AO3

23 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 21. Oktober 2022

#4

Extract from the podfic:

For the Mcshep Month 2022, week 3:

mcshep comedic duo

@itstartedwithalex's and my work was inspired by SquaresAreNotCircles' aka @itwoodbeprefect fic about John and Rodney's hilarious epiphany of sexual identity.

It's also posted on AO3

So if you want to leave a very welcome reaction like a kudo or a comment you can find us here:

Podfic (complete) on AO3

Cover Art on AO3

Thank you SquaresAreNotCircles for giving us the permission to do so. We had a great time doing this for your wonderful fic.

Fic on AO3

Summary:

John is leaning in, head bent low towards the curly-haired guy he’s talking to. Rodney is a little annoyed instantly because hey, what’s so important they would need to whisper it? Why isn’t John pulling him into this?

And then John reaches out and pulls the other guy in. Over the table, by his neck, and suddenly this other guy is kissing John.

Or: With DADT gone, John starts kissing guys. Rodney is (very mysteriously!) not having a great time.

26 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 24. März 2022

#3

A little McShep feeling 💖

@escriveine

27 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 12. Mai 2022

#2

A very belated happy birthday @mific 🎉

This is an Illustration for the hilarious fic "The Captive" that will always be one of my all time favorites.

It's also on AO3 along with the wonderful podfic by @itstartedwithalex.

Art on AO3

Podfic on AO3

Fic on AO3

Author's summary: He had to face facts. They'd brought him here to the warlord's private quarters — he stole a frightened sidelong glance at the bed, half-visible through the open door — which meant... Oh god, he was a body slave.

Thanks @mific for giving us permission to do this, we had such fun doing this for your awesome fic.

27 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 21. Dezember 2022

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* 14 Jun 1970

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A Basket Full of Hope

This is my picture for week 1 of McShep month, the emotion it shows being, of course, love. I used pastel pencils to copy and adapt a painting by Henry Scott Tuke, whose work is well worth checking out.

I thought it needed a caption, or a short scene to go with it, but I ended up with a whole story! Here's the beginning. You can find the rest on AO3.

Hope

"I'm not picking anything up. Nothing at all. Zero. Zilch. Nada. Nichego. Is anyone getting the picture here that I'm so vividly illustrating?"

"Calm down, Rodney," said John, his eyes flickering between the head-up display and the tiny atoll he could see through the Jumper's viewscreen. "If Zelenka said it's there - it's there."

"Huh. Well, we'll see, won't we?" Rodney tapped at his datapad and frowned at the result. "But I bet you're all thinking what I'm thinking."

The ocean was a deep blue, blending into a vivid turquoise around the ring-shaped island. The head-up display helpfully pointed out a suitable landing spot on the gently sloping white sand of the inner curve. Lorne had offered to fly, but John had declined, so the Major sat on one of the bench seats in the back, keeping himself to himself and wisely not joining in with the team’s bickering.

Ronon stretched out his legs and yawned. "What are we thinking, McKay?"

There was an eye-rolling snort from Rodney’s direction. "That Zelenka must have had some of his own particular brand of homebrew in his canteen when he came here. That rotgut would make anyone see Ancient facilities."

John wasn’t having this. "Hold on, now, Rodney - the last batch was pretty smooth!"

“And Radek would not drink while on a mission,” added Teyla, repressively.

“That too,” acknowledged John.

He set the Jumper down.

Outside the viewscreen the sand was smooth and pure and inviting, the sky was a beautiful cloudless blue and the ocean lapped gently in a line of pearl-white ruffling wavelets. It was a scene from paradise. But, in John’s determinedly hopeful (yet frankly terrified) opinion, it could so easily explode into a hellscape of epic proportions.

Rodney leapt up and marched to the hatch, banging on it impatiently. “Come on then, Sheppard, let’s go and find Zelenka’s discovery - this wonder of the Ancient world that requires not one but two natural gene-holders to give up its secrets!”

John opened the hatch and Rodney burst out and strode away across the pristine sand, waving his datapad and giving orders and directions as if he were being followed by a train of attendants.

John spun the pilot’s chair around to face the other half of his team. “Look, are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Yes, John.”

Teyla smiled at him, but she wasn’t the one about to stick her head between the lion’s jaws, was she? She pulled out a covered basket from a cubbyhole in the bulkhead and held it out.

John eased himself out of his seat, his body stiff and uncoordinated, as if all his joints had rusted up. He took the handle of the basket and his arm was tugged downward as Teyla let go. “Jeez, what’ve you put in here?”

“All that you will need, John.”

There was a distant shout. “Are you coming or what? Get your collective asses out here!”

“Yeah, Sheppard, get your ass out there!” Ronon stood up and slapped John hard on the back, sending him stumbling toward the exit.

He passed Lorne who smiled sheepishly, heading the other way, toward the pilot’s seat. “Good luck, sir.”

“Thanks.” John cleared his throat. His mouth was parched, his heart beating a mile a minute. Maybe he was sick and they should pack up and go home.

“John, go,” encouraged Teyla. “All will be well.”

He sent a curt nod over his shoulder, unable to speak, then set his jaw and swallowed down his terror. Come on, John. You can do this. His boots rang on the ramp, then sank into the sand. The hatch closed behind him and the Jumper rose and swooped away.

A light breeze fluttered his hair. The waves swooshed in and out on the sand. And Rodney started to yell.

#mcshep month 2022 #week 1 - emotions #mcshep #romance #the usual pining poor communication and obliviousness!

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massharp1971 · 2 years

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I think I was slightly more empathic towards Keller in this one but yes, it's another unhappy mckeller fic...

Also, I have headcannoned Rodney as potentially Ace ever since I saw his reaction to Katie Brown's cactus-related innuendo.

Thanks to @spacecadetdhdly for the help and inspiration with this one :)

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This would work. Jennifer reassured herself that the new plan was going to fix things. She couldn’t just watch her husband fall into depression any longer. He needed a fresh start. Maybe they both did.

“Stop fidgeting – did you take your meds?” Jennifer asked, as they waited in the surprisingly substantial queue for the weekly embarkation to Atlantis.

“Course,” Rodney snapped, “I just… it’s noisy and hot and everyone smells, and I hate it,” he said.

Even amid the urge to tell him to use his indoor voice, Jennifer felt a mixture of warmth and love for the man. Rodney had been got better at naming the things that were bothering him instead of just being all-round pissy. He was doing good work – he’d really grown as a person, and she was proud of him. It was just… he was so miserable and dissatisfied with everything.

Finally, the eighth Chevron locked, and the queue began to move. Rodney calmed a fraction at the sight of the great blue puddle, but his fingertips, the ones that weren’t holding the one piece of luggage they hadn’t shipped ahead, were stimming rapidly. Jennifer wanted to reach for his hand, but she had learned by now that it would just irritate him more. Still, it made her feel happy for the first time in who knows how long to see the way the tension fell away from his shoulders as he stepped into the wormhole. When they were plopped out into the gate room of Atlantis, a small, hesitant smile was on his face.

His happiness made her happy.

His eyes scanned the room, taking in the beautiful stained glass, and then lifted up towards the command centre. And that’s when his eyes really lit up – well, his whole face brightened. Even his body seemed to get lighter.

Yes. That’s what she had wanted for him. This was the right thing after all. She followed the gaze up to the balcony, and there, looking back with an inscrutable expression, was John Sheppard.

Suddenly Rodney was pushing through the group of awestruck arrivals, making his way to the stairs and running up them two at a time. Sheppard, meanwhile, ambled casually towards him. Except there was a tension in his body that belied the casualness.

They met on the top step. Sheppard had shoved his hands into his pockets at the last minute, and performatively leaned against the balustrade. Rodney looked like he had been about to throw his arms around his friend, but he stopped short, moving from foot to foot in confusion, not knowing what to do. The two of them just stood, inches apart, looking at each other and seeming not to know what to say. Eventually, Sheppard managed what looked like a “hey,” and Rodney reciprocated with the same monosyllable.

Idiots. Jennifer thought bitterly, before deciding she needed a drink. She had smuggled two bottles of good gin in her carry luggage, but she wondered if Radek was still the man to go to for something stronger.