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aj and I were talking about jack and his team and I need to preserve aj’s spot on description of the sg teams...
jack is dad and hammond is granddad and landry is weird uncle cam is older brother ( even when he's not technically older ) daniel and sam are the Very Special twins teal'c is the neighbor kid we basically adopted jonas is a cousin we barely knew and then he moved to the neighborhood for a while
// @starsdestined sent, “ you're not alone. ”
Her voice came through the comms as little more than static, the words barely intelligible. He knew them for what they were, however, no matter how mangled they may be. Enough years of working alongside another, and you just knew. He blinked, as though the motion might dispel the clinging darkness about him, absent of all light — artificial or natural. ❛ I appreciate it, Sam. But let’s be real, here. You’ve got more important things to do than babysit me. ❜ A rescue team would be on their way already, he knew, and for all his precise location in the rubble of the damaged vessel might be unknown, it was only a matter of time. He could endure long enough, could wait...
Or so he told himself. At the very least, he did not think he would run out of air, though the pieces of bulkhead currently pinning his legs left him unable to test the bounds of his environment, to know how big it was. ❛ It’s okay; you don’t have to sit and talk to me. Just... Just promise me someone’s on their way. ❜
// @dissolvedshadows sent ❛ read . silently read a book alongside my muse .
Daniel had not even looked up as Caleb entered, reaching to the side for the next book in the precarious stack to hold out in his direction. Daniel’s eyes remained fixed, free hand skimming the lines of text as he sought any mention, any reference that might avail them. ❛ Here, ❜ he said, half request, half instruction. ❛ I need any reference to the ‘grey lady’ or ‘Isataran’ or... ❜ Daniel paused, frowning, and for the first time he lifted his gaze to stare into the empty space before him. He snapped his fingers, leaving the thought unfinished as he abandoned the book upon his desk and began rifling through the last book through which he’d combed. He’d seen it. Seen it but mistranslated the epithet, and his mind had not made the connection. It was here somewhere...
// @dissolvedshadows sent, “ whatever floats your boat. ”
All intention to focus upon his work, to put aside the imminent disagreement, so inevitable as to feel palpable in the space between them, dissipated immediately. He all but dropped the scroll in his hand back onto his desk, and he straightened. With the hand freed from the scroll balanced upon his hip, he scowled across the room at Caleb. ❛ Why is it that everyone in the whole world is always so dismissive? It’s like everyone thinks I’m some child to be indulged. ‘Oh, don’t mind Daniel; he’s just a little odd. Let him do his own thing, and give him a pat on the shoulder when he comes to you with a discovery and send him back to his office.’ ❜
The outburst was unjustified and, perhaps, not wholly to Caleb’s point. Yet it had been a long time coming, even if Caleb ought not to be the focal point. ❛ You’d think people might have learned to take me even just a little bit seriously by now, but no, I might as well still be a foolish young academic with wacko theories. I’ve really had it up to here ❜ — a gesture just above his head — ❛ with it.. ❜
// @dissolvedshadows sent, “ i have … so many questions. ”
It wasn’t necessarily that the papers were especially remarkable. If anything, he’d describe the documents as inordinately boring. So and so died, so and so had a kid, so and so faced trial for petty theft... A whole record of a civilization without the faintest glimmer of anything useful. Still, Daniel answered without looking up, turning another page as he did so. ❛ And I might have answers. ❜
He reconsidered as his mind fully processed her remark. At last, he looked up as he conceded ❛ Although maybe not. Probably not. What questions? They’re probably more interesting than this. ❜ He gestured at the documents spread across the table.
// @dissolvedshadows sent, “ the world isn’t made up of heroes and monsters. just broken people balancing between the two. ”
❛ Don’t get me wrong, I’m not nearly naive enough to believe in the black and white duality of good and evil. But can you honestly tell me that you’ve never met anyone in this world who was unquestionably—objectively—evil? ❜ Heroes are a more complicated point, one he’s unprepared to argue. He’s seen the adage that the path to hell was paved with good intentions proven true on far too many occasions. Monsters, however, the universe seems to house in unfortunate, infuriating, demoralizing abundance.
