#cairo day 2024

[macgyvercairo]

Hey, all! This is a hype post. Cairo Week is on its way! This is a chance to share a snippet of your projects in a reblog, cheer each other on in the comments, commiserate in the tags. We are so excited to see what you've got cooking!!!

And remember, if life is getting in the way of deadlines or your muse is taking a vacation, the deadlines are really more of guidelines, anyway. We will always take late submissions.

Happy creating, y'all! 💛

[strange-relics]

I'm trying my best to finish at least one fic for Cairo Day next month, and one scene involves needing to crack a safe, something I was trying to do in a way that was heavily improvised and very much on brand for our boy Mac.

Well I decided to bring it up to my grandfather (former EOD, named Jack) during our weekly coffee date today, and not only did he tell me exactly how to crack that safe (using explosives and a wine bottle, no less) he even sketched a diagram of the whole process for me.

Once again I am reminded why the show hits so close to home for me, whose irl nickname is Mac, and whose father-figure is named Jack. Role reversal with the EOD stuff, but this fic just became so, so special to me!

[improvidus]

Cairo Day | "In Flight"

(@macgyvercairo)

[h0ur-glass]

@macgyvercairo

I've been super busy lately but wanted to participate at least a little.

Swimming with the fishes prompt for Cairo day!

[rosieblogstuff]

Have a little flash fic for Cairo Day Reprise Day 2. This is excerpted from a longer WIP that I started in the spring. I would looove to finish more, but here's what we've got.

Original prompt was: Cairo Day 2024 Day 2: Crash Course

[gooseberryfox]

beans attempts cairo day ! chapter one is up now :)

[authorangelita]

"What's going on in here?" Riley asked as she walked into the mess that had become of Mac's living room. There were books strewn across every surface, loose printed pages all over the floor, three laptops all open to webpages about plants, and about twenty coffee mugs among the detritus. The TV was also playing a black-and-white monster movie.

Bozer, leaning against the partition that separated the kitchen from the foyer, nodded in greeting. Then, he turned his attention back to the whirlwind that was MacGyver. "Our boy is doing a crash course on lycanthropy. Including all the movie versions."

"He looks like he's about to crash," Riley said with a fair amount of concern.

Mac's clothes were coffee-stained and disheveled. His hair was sticking up in all directions, and his eyes had enough baggage for extra fees at the airport.

"He's been like this since they got back from Italy."

"That was three days ago!"

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@macgyvercairo

[purplecolouredglasses]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: MacGyver (TV 2016) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jack Dalton & Angus MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016) Characters: Angus MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016), Jack Dalton (MacGyver TV 2016), Matilda "Matty" Webber, Russ Taylor, Gwen Hayes, Phoenix Team (MacGyver TV 2016) Additional Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Possibly Pre-Slash, Friendship, Character Study, Cairo Day 2024 Summary:

"This is the file. Everything is in here,“ Patty says. Mac places his fingers on top of the bold „Eyes only,“ idly tracing the letters. His boss lets out a heavy sighs and leans back in the uncomfortable chair in the interrogation room she’s commanded for this off-the-records-talk.

“Do not, and I repeat, do not leave this room while you read this file. Once you’re finished, leave this room and look the door with the code I had you memorise.”

Mac's life has been controlled by shadowy outside forces since he was a child. When his past collides with his presence, Mac needs to decide whether keeping his secrets is worth the price of his and, by extension, Jack's future as well.

@macgyvercairo

[finnarcher7]

So I know I’m super late to the Cairo week party, but I thought I could tie in one by expounding on something that is briefly touched on in the fic I’m writing

Swim with the Fishes

[macgyvercairo]

Here they are, your 2024 Cairo Day Prompts

This fandom knows what it likes. A few of the prompts that received the highest number of votes were also prompts used for previous Cairo Days.

So this year, each day will have three prompts for you to choose from. The highest voted prompts for both written and visual and one randomly selected written prompt.

Day One: Monday, April 8th Collapse Eclipse

Day Two: Tuesday April 9th Hidden Injury Crash Course

Day Three: Wednesday, April 10th Polaroid Swim with the fishes

Day Four: Thursday April 11th Jack Lives Midnight Rituals

Day Five: Friday, April 12th Shot Locked In

Day Six: Saturday April 13th In flight "Sh, sh, you're okay now."

Day Seven: Sunday, April 14th (aka Cairo Day) IMPROVISE

[dinosaurswant2rule]

This story was written for @lailuhhh originally

But I nabbed the April 8 prompts for @macgyvercairo

Collapse/Eclipse for it

Happy whumping!

[strange-relics]

Life sort of imploded right before Cairo Day started (and it still is insane, for the most part) so my time for creativity and writing kind of disappeared. But, I am determined to finish these fics, so here is a portion of the one I was writing for the fifth day/prompt, as a sort of accountability for me to continue writing it as I am able:

Two shots rang out in quick succession and Jack only barely registered the pain that suddenly sprang to life in his shoulder. His attention was focused solely on the way Mac's body had jerked

before the kid had tackled him and sent them both falling behind the nearest cover. "Mac!" he yelled. He turned, his eyes widening at the sight of blood on Jack's shirt, and any hurt Jack was feeling vanished as if it had never been there in the first place. The kid had so much blood flowing down his chest and side it was a miracle he wasn't unconscious. "Oh man, okay, hoss, just...just stay still for me, alright?" he said as Mac started to reach for the wound on Jack's shoulder, likely to put pressure on it.

His brow furrowed. "Why? You're bleeding, we need to get that stopped. Did you see where the shots came from?"

At this, it was Jack's turn to frown. Did Mac even realize he'd been shot? "How are you feeling, bud?"

"How am I-what does that have to do with anything?" Mac shook his head, breathing labored.

"A lot, trust me," Jack said, reaching for the wound that looked the worst, only to get his hand slapped away.

[x-heesy]

Wonderful I could cry 😭

𝗦𝗣𝝝𝗧𝗜𝗙𝗬 𝗞𝗡𝝝𝗪𝗦 𝗠𝗘 𝗦𝝝 𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗟

Codeine by Kasra, Catching Cairo v2 🎵

[sayruq]

The Occupied Palestinian Territory is enveloped in a spiral of unstoppable violence, with stories Palestinians and other witnesses relay adding new depths to atrocities the world has witnessed since the beginning of Israel’s assault on Gaza over six months ago, the UN Special Rapporteur on the Occupied Palestinian Territory, Francesca Albanese said today. “The pace and intensity with which this violence has spread to the rest of the occupied territory confirms that no Palestinian is safe under Israel’s unfettered control,” Albanese said, concluding a visit to Egypt and Jordan. The Special Rapporteur said Israel had once again arbitrarily denied her access to the Occupied Palestinian Territory, compelling her to report on the situation of Palestinians under occupation from neighbouring states. Albanese said her visit demonstrated that the situation in Gaza is worse than previously assessed, with serious and multi-layered long-term implications. Most victims she met had endured catastrophic injuries, witnessed family members killed and experienced the effects of Israel’s destruction of Gaza’s health infrastructure, even after 26 January 2024, when the International Court of Justice (ICJ) issued a ruling ordering Israel to prevent genocide in Gaza. Patients that previously arrived in Egypt primarily with explosive and war injury-related symptoms are now joined by patients with chronic diseases and/or malnutrition, especially children, arising from Israel’s intentional humanitarian catastrophe in Gaza. “Photos from a mere eight months ago show a chubby-cheeked 8-year-old Hamid, now rake thin and spending his days in excruciating pain due to pancreatitis developed through the harsh conditions of the siege,” the Special Rapporteur said. “Those who have left Gaza come out fractured and wracked by ‘survivors’ guilt’ and severe trauma,” Albanese said. “Just 50 kilometers away from the Gaza Strip, crucial, life-sustaining aid and goods, including water desalination equipment, first aid kits, oxygen cylinders and portable toilets – paid for by taxpayers across the world – languish in warehouses, barred entry into Gaza on the pretext of use by combatants.” “Humanitarian measures implemented so far – airdrops and maritime corridors – are a mere palliative for what is desperately needed and legally due,” the expert said. “These measures are grossly inadequate to alleviate the humanitarian catastrophe that Israel’s assault has created.” “At this point, Israel has reneged on its international obligations to a degree that warrants a call for sanctions,” Albanese said.

[authorangelita]

Matty was worried, and she hated worrying. She'd always been able to maintain a separation, a distance from her team. People called her a hardass and a bitch and Matty the Hun to her face, so she knew what they said behind closed doors was worse.

But this team had wormed their way through her defenses, and they were hurting. She could see it in the dark circles under Mac's eyes, the shaking of Riley's hands when she typed, and the way Bozer's enthusiasm had decreased tenfold. They came to every briefing with large cups of coffee, sat quietly, spoke softly, and followed her orders almost without complaint.

She blamed one Angus MacGyver for getting under her skin. He was a man who exuded confidence and vulnerability, often simultaneously, and she had no damn idea how that worked. He was a genius with enough childhood issues to fill the Mariana Trench, and he was the most capable operative she'd ever met.

And she blamed one Jack Dalton for making her care. He cared so much that it rubbed off on her, and now he was gone. Dead. As much as she teased him about retiring or a foolish mistake costing him his life, she didn't actually want him dead. Well, there were certainly times when he'd shredded her last nerve, and she kind of did. But those times were few and far between.

About three weeks after Jack's death, she gave the team an easy mission that turned into a nightmare. Everything that could go wrong did, and as she stood in the doorway of Mac's room in Phoenix Medical, watching him sleep the drugged, yet uncomfortable sleep of someone in a lot of pain, she vowed to do something.

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@macgyvercairo

[blueycarpenter]

little star

Ever since Cairo submitted her midterm assignment, things haven't been the same between you two.

fandom: MILLER'S GIRL (2024) content: x reader a/n: i had posted this on a previous account, in case it looks familiar

Cairo hadn’t been herself lately. You two had talked for hours for the past couple of weeks. You had grown closer and more intimate with each other. Then, all of the sudden, everything changed.

Cairo wasn’t around anymore. She never called or wrote. It was ever since she turned in her midterm assignment for Mr. Miller that ties had been cut. Due to her tight deadlines, you two had agreed not to see each other until after she had finished the midterm, but it had been 3 days since the due date… She had been a ghost.

You called Winnie that morning—the dawn of the 4th day after. She explained the discord that had accumulated and how Cairo had taken the beating to heart. But she was the strongest person you had ever met. She couldn’t be broken.

Could she?

Winnie had said a lot of things. 

Cairo was emotional. Cairo was resentful. Cairo was heartbroken. Cairo was alive, at least.

No more alive than the works she’d create from a blinking cursor, the lead of a pencil, or the ink of a pen, though. She’d masterminded such beauty that reflected nothing but the world around her. Though when she had unlatched the door to let the monsters in, the rain poured and the lightning struck. 

You weren’t as talented a writer as she was, but who could be? Between those paragraphs of literacy and media was blood. It was a rich kind of blood that lured you to Cairo Sweet in the first place. It was reckless and mysterious, but you’d never felt more grounded before you laid eyes on her. Heard her speak… Learned her heart… And you missed that more than everything.

Was there Sweet to her name anymore? Or was there just Cairo? 

Winnie said Cairo had been alone. She said she had wanted to be alone.

But alone meant misery and displacement. Defeat and loneliness. Longing and torture. And Cairo didn’t deserve that. You didn’t care what she’d done or what she didn’t do. She was your north star. She shone brighter than anything you’d ever known, and therefore, nothing could ever change that.

So, you showed up to her house after that 6 AM phone call with Winnie Black. You needed to see her. Not just because you missed her more than anything, but because you couldn’t bear the thought of her discouraging her potential and honesty. Not in her wondrous existence.

Cairo didn’t fear anything, you’d learned, so you let yourself in and found her sitting in the darkness of her room, three cigarette butts on the floor and her journal open on the bed. Through the shadows, you found the top of her head over the other side of the bed. “Cairo?”

She didn’t move a muscle, but she did answer. “If you’ve come to talk, don’t bother. I’ve heard enough, and the sincerity I’ve expressed has been more than society is willing to tolerate. Honesty is feared by many. It’s tragic and hateful, yet it’s a quality that etiquette claims to be most valuable.” Then, she managed a wry scoff. “Hypocrites.” 

“Cairo, I don’t care what happened,” you replied. “I haven’t heard from you in days. I just missed you, and I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

She actually gave a laugh this time. “Aren’t I?”

As convincing as she may seem to other people, you had learned her better than most, because you had to figure her out the hard way, through phone calls and communication of words, not expressions. You didn’t have to see her face to determine how she truly felt. You could hear it. Dare you say, you could feel it. 

There was a tear in her voice as she spoke. And it led you rounding the bed to find her knees up, while she stared at the wall ahead. Those beautiful eyes were slow, like shards of obsidian as they raised to meet yours without a blink.

“Y/N…”

You dropped to your knees and pulled her into a hug. She didn’t reciprocate, but you held her for everything you were worth. You rested your cheek against her head, your fingers gently pulling the small tangles from her hair and your other hand corralling her back, clutching her shirt like she was going to disappear into the darkness. “Cairo, listen to me…” you whispered. Her warm breath filtered through your shirt. “I don’t care what anyone says. About you… About me… About anything… You are the greatest soul anyone could ever dream of having in their school, in their class, in their life, in anything.”

A warm, damp feeling found its way to your collarbone, and you knew it was tears. And all of the sudden, her weight was recognizable against your embrace. She felt so small in your arms that didn’t even hold all of her. It was the first time you realized just how petite she was for an 18 year-old girl with an extraordinary personality. “You know, to me… you’re above everything in this world. I’ve only seen people wander the earth, dreaming of what it’d be like to fly, but you… you fly, Cairo. You’re that star in the sky everyone dreams of being.” Your chest ached from how serious those words coming from your heart were. You then lifted your head to place a loving kiss to hers, because just holding her wasn’t enough anymore. 

Cairo sniffled, but didn’t say anything. However, she had managed to unbend her legs to hold you against her. And when you gently pulled away to have her look up at you and you, down at her, the wet streaks against her cheeks shimmered in the halflight.

You wiped them away and gave her a small smile. “Beautiful…” You kissed her forehead. “Magical…” You kissed her cheek. “Wonderful, you are.” The next place you were dying to heal with your lips caught your eyes, though it was merely small motions of your irises. Instead, you brushed her hair aside and pressed your foreheads together. Her eyes shut and for a moment, she looked peaceful as you finished with, “Yes, you are…”

She opened her eyes, now only tainted with a thin gloss. But then she managed the smallest, sweetest smile you’d ever seen. Her Cairo Sweet smile. “Thank you,” she said, her voice only a little above a whisper, mostly steady but with the slightest crack.

“It’s true,” you whispered back. Seeing her small smile was enough for you to give her your own, though yours was out of admiration, pride, and love. She truly was a star. 

She was your little star.

Then, her smile faded and she glanced away. It was almost shy, which surprised you. “Y/N?” Her voice grew a little stronger.

“Mm-hmm?” Whatever she wanted was hers.

“Kiss me.”

There was no hesitation as you granted her wish. Little did she know though, it was your wish too. You had wished upon a star, because that was the old saying. Wishing on a star was a chance that didn’t come often, especially when that one star was a shooting star. Yet, it hadn’t passed you up, and there was no way in hell you were going to pass it up.

Cairo’s lips were soft, but you could tell there were stories imprinted on them. They weren’t ex-stories, per se, but they were mysteries that you wondered how hard they would be to solve. How many pages would you have to read to uncover them? How much would she have to write to reveal them?

Only time would tell. But every journey starts somewhere.

And the best had a star to guide them.