August 10: Scott Caan At The CBS’ 2015 SUMMER TCA PARTY In Hollywood, California.

You just have to love Rodney. Lol

Date & Switch - McShep

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Rodney checked his watch again, frowning, then suddenly realized how bad that looked and moved to scratch his arm like that was all he was doing. Just scratching an itch, not looking at his watch for what felt like the dozenth time. He put his hand back on the table and drummed his middle finger nervously. He realized how bad that looked and quickly distracted his hand by grabbing his glass and taking another sip of water. He felt his eyes being drawn down to his wrist again, but quickly suppressed the urge, beginning to heave a heavy sigh which he quickly covered in a light cough. His waitress appeared at the table, refilling his glass with a sympathetic smile. This cycle had been going on for a while, and he’d gone through several glasses already.

Rodney looked across the restaurant towards the door, hoping against all hope to see a blonde bun come bustling through. He realized he was looking desperate, again, and pretended to simply be scanning the dining area absentmindedly. This allowed him to take stock of the glances being sent his way, some pitying, some amused. His eyes shot back down to his table, retracing the floral engravings at the base of his silverware. That wasn’t helping.

He felt eyes boring into him and turned to find a young blonde woman sitting in one of the booths along the wall staring at him sympathetically. Her boyfriend didn’t appear to notice her diverted attention, continuing to talk rather frantically, something about turtles. She ducked her head slightly and shot him an apologetic smile, assuredly some attempt at solidarity. Rodney’s spine straightened and he raised his chin, turning back to look straight ahead at a fixed point on the wall, eyes flickering as he considered his options.

He contemplated pulling out his cell and faking a phone call. Something about feeling sick, or her dog getting out, or maybe, her brother is, uh, in jail. Rodney calculated how pitifully transparent that would look and then how utterly pathetic he would look, and was well on his way to working out the pros and cons of faking an allergic reaction when suddenly a man slid into the seat across from him, already talking, loudly.

“Aw man, sorry I’m late, traffic is insane out there. Have you ordered yet?” Rodney stared at him, bug eyed, mouth hanging open slightly, when the man continued in a much quieter tone of voice, “Hey, name’s John, just roll with it okay buddy? They’re not worth it anyway.”

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Very, very nice! I am talking about the black outfits of course! ;)

‘What an ass’ indeed… (shes-just-like-the-weather​)

This is a very thorough explanation. Thank you. And I never thought that 1970 was his birthdate either. 

I saw a post in the last week or so–I don’t remember who made it–but it was about this scene. The OP wondered how Rodney McKay, who had never met John Sheppard, knew to call him “Major”. 

It’s simple if you know what to look for and how to read it and Rodney McKay with his years of working with the military would know. Take a look:

See Sheppard’s nameplate? (You should be able to click on the photo to embiggen.) In the bottom left corner, it reads MAJ, his rank, and in the bottom right, his branch of service, USAF. 

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That kitten is just too cute

HOW ADORABLE IS THIS KITTY

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Beautifully said. Thank you.

re: not wanting kids

i’ve seen a lot of pushback against “kid hating” lately, so let me just say a few things:

i don’t particularly like kids

they make me uncomfortable

the idea of being responsible for the physical and emotional well being of a child freaks me out

being pregnant is incredibly unappealing to me

i wouldn’t want to screw up my kids or scar them in any way with my shitty parenting

i don’t want to have to organize my personal/professional lifestyle and finances around my children for 21+ years

i just don’t want kids

but

i would never be mean to children

i love other people’s kids

i completely understand why other people want children

i’m fully aware that many others struggle to conceive and i would never disrespect or belittle that pain

i don’t think less of anyone for wanting kids

the idea that people who don’t want kids are inherently selfish, uncaring assholes is a lazy, misogynistic attempt to shame people (primarily women) for prioritizing personal goals and self care above parenthood. Choosing to have children doesn’t automatically make you more kind or selfless or fulfilled than people who don’t. Wanting to remain childfree is not the same as “hating kids,” nor does it mean you’re a horrible person. It’s a personal choice like everything else, so can we please stop being shitty about it?