#simon wallace

[bloodstainedmuzzle]

Summer School (2006) dir. Lance Hendrickson, Troy McCall, Mike P. Nelson, Steven Rhoden & Ben Trandem

[stargatelov3r]

I'm gonna talk about "Home"

looking at photos from that episode, specifically the part where Elizabeth goes "home" (to Simon) just blows my mind. I liked Simon in that episode. He was sweet, he was attentive, he was relieved to see her, he gave her the biggest hug that she *desperately* needed and all that.

That's the *ideal* Simon. That's the Simon that Elizabeth wants, maybe wishes for. But it's not the real one. Of course she doesn't know that at first, but when does she first realize something is off? When they kiss. Therefore something in that kiss made her go "hold up, he doesn't kiss like that."

Maybe the kiss felt sincere, maybe it felt like a kiss from someone that actually loved her, idk, but something was off and I think it's telling. It *could* be the other way around, that it felt off because it was unfamiliar, the aliens didn't quite know what to do this, but given previous examples that he acted in every that Elizabeth loved, I cannot help but believe that the kiss had something *good* that made her take a step back *because* it was so unfamiliar.

Maybe this was the Simon that Elizabeth fell in love with and after a few years into the relationship the spark was just gone, they fell out of love but because it was comfortable they stayed. Maybe this was the ideal that Elizabeth was chasing from the beginning. Either way, it shows the ideal person that Elizabeth wishes for: someone attentive, someone that holds her, someone that's attentive, someone that kisses her in a way that she knows she's loved.

Simon was not that person.

[divorcedlizbartlet]

she begs him, he says he doesn’t understand

Because I was listening to History of Man by Maisie Peters and thinking about Elizabeth. This fic was written over the course of 2+ weeks in sporadic spurts on the bus, at my work desk, and on lunch breaks. My brain during a shift is fueled by adrenaline and redbull. This is either gonna be an absolute powerhouse of a fic or utterly unintelligible!! CW for unhealthy relationships and some verbal abuse

“Don’t go. Just… don’t.”

Elizabeth truly isn’t sure she’s heard Simon correctly. She turns from her to-do list on the kitchen counter to look at where he sits at the dining table, looking morose. “I’m sorry?”

“It’s Antarctica, Elizabeth,” Simon practically whines. “You’ve been there a year out of the last eighteen months already. I know, I know, the history and anthropology of whatever the fuck is there that you can’t tell me about is a scientific wet dream, but you have other skillsets. You could easily work just as hard on any of the other six inhabited continents… where I could follow you.”

Elizabeth snorts and shakes her head. “We tried that, remember Thailand? You got so tired of being called a westerner— which you are, it’s not an insult— and being treated as foreign that you left as soon as your teaching semester ended even though I still had three more months. I thought we agreed one of our priorities in this relationship was never to hold each other back.”

“Well, that was before you fucked off to live with the polar bears, wasn’t it?”

Elizabeth steps away from the counter, gaping at him in shock. She holds up a hand for a clarifying point, but Simon shakes his head. “No. Don’t say it.”

“Technically—“

“There are no polar bears in Antarctica, I know!”

“You’re thinking of penguins.”

“Why do you have to be right all the time?” Simon groans, shoving his hands through his hair. “Why is everything all about you? Your research, your expedition, you get everything you want, well what happened to my girlfriend?”

Elizabeth folds her arms with a frown, hoping he can’t see how much his words sting. That’s the thing about Simon, though, he almost certainly can— he always knows just what to say, and what she usually thinks of as a blessing is turning into a barbed weapon right now. “I’m still here—“ but she’s not. “I’m still yours, Simon, I still love you—“

“Bullshit!”

His shout is so loud and unexpected that Elizabeth jumps, retreating to the doorway back to the living room. “Jesus, Simon, you can’t talk to me like that.”

“Oh, fuck off, Elizabeth.” He sighs like he’s so tired, like she’s studying glyphs from ten thousand years ago just as an excuse to get away from him.

Her anger bubbles up, refusing to be trapped under the surface. “Fuck you. You’re being selfish and unreasonable.”

“There is no way I’m the selfish one here!”

Elizabeth is shaking, either from anger or from shock that Simon is actually speaking all this aloud, her Simon, who loves nothing more than the status quo. “If you try to give me an ultimatum,” she says slowly, “you’re not going to like the answer. So I would suggest perhaps we call it a night.”

He follows her as she turns to leave the room, one hand heavy against her back. “Come on, Lizzie, let’s not go to bed angry.”

Elizabeth grits her teeth to keep from snapping at him about the nickname. “Just give me some space, Simon.”

Six weeks later, everything has changed. But the last night before she’d left still rings in Elizabeth’s mind. They all have a week off, military and civilians alike. It feels like a luxury for most of them, sure, but facing weeks or months or even years without seeing Earth again, let alone their loved ones, it seems rather paltry.

Elizabeth sighs into her cup of coffee. “I think I’m going to miss Sedgewick the most. No offense, mother.”

Her mom laughs quietly. “I’m not offended, but I think a certain doctor might be.”

All the diplomatic muscle memory in the world couldn’t stop Elizabeth from frowning then. “I haven’t been to see him yet. I haven’t told him I’m going.”

Her mother raises both eyebrows in an incredibly familiar way. “You’re going somewhere I’ve probably never heard of, you hardly know when you’re coming back, and you haven’t even said goodbye?”

Elizabeth thinks wryly that she’s absolutely certain her mother hasn’t heard of her next posting. “I… don’t want him to ask me not to go.” The ghost of that confusion, humiliation, and anger sweeps through her mind once more.

“It sounds like you need to let him go, Elizabeth,” her mother responds, worry piercing her tone.

But in the end, all Elizabeth can spare the energy for is one meager message left on Simon’s answering machine. It contains more apologies than explanations, and a very thin promise that she’ll explain herself someday soon. Lying in the dark, with hardly twelve hours before the Atlantis expedition leaves, Elizabeth can’t help but laugh to herself, a harsh sound in the late night silence. Wrapped up with Stargate Command and the IOA… she’s never going to be able to explain anything again. Not with security clearances and matters of international security and being lightyears away from Earth.

The closer she gets to dreams she never thought would see the light of day, the further she gets from Simon.

Elizabeth closes her eyes in the futile hope that sleep will find her and decides that’s a sacrifice she can live with.

[deldyn]

very rough draft of a mini comic hw assignment i had to do that i;m pretty proud of! lotsa shit to fix but i like how it came out

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[wah-pah]

Homewards - Phryne’s London friends

-» Diana Chapman (Caitriona Balfe)

-» Simon Wallace (Julian Ovenden)

-» Maud Kinsley-Lynton (Rachel Weisz)

-» Lydia Wallace (Keeley Hawes)

-» Louisa Varnham-Banerjee (Gwendoline Christie)

-» Darshil Banerjee (Ray Panthaki)

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