John: "How do you tell them apart?" How, indeed, oh Canadian-based SG-planets
Black BDUs. Excuse me while I go and reboot my brain. GUH.
That did not just happen. They did NOT just shoot an arrow into Rodney's ass, did they?
*dies*
Unconscious should not look so good on a person. But, but: Leather. And rough voice when saying "Oh, crap." And hands. My goodness, that man has insanely beautiful hands. Please tell me he has something ugly about him, or he might just be unreal.
Hmmmm. Ronon backstory. I might just come to realy love him after all. And, Sheppard, stop being distracting with the black leather jacket. How is a woman supposed to concentrate on anything you say when you look like, like ... that?
Oh, my god, stoned out of his mind on morphine Rodney is just too amusing. "That's my ass, isn't it?" Oh, baby. Yes. And what a fine ass it is.
Oh, Christ, Ronon. "I never should have stayed." and "They're good people." That, that ... I'm not normally one for it, but I have tears burning in my eyes.
While Sateda looks absolutely brilliant and I hurt for Ronon, that Wraith hunter? With the goggles? Blimey, he looks so ridiculous. Fashion show for Wraith - welcome to catwalk Sateda!
Crap, the Wraith has Riddick eyes! That is actually quite cool. Totally stolen, but cool.
Rodney. Black shirt. On the floor. John sitting down beside him close enough to touch. Black SHIRT. Leather. *gibbers* *brain dribbles out of ears*
Oh, god, protective John. Going up against Caldwell. I have no words. That is every Auburn fanfic come to life about John.
*snerk* The new Wraith hunter has a Padawan braid. How ... quaint.
Okay, that's done it. John's heart to heart with Teyla did make my shed a tear. Damn you, SGA. Since when do you deliver emotionally sound scenes? Oh, John. I said before that the Caldwell scene was the very essence of every Auburn fic come to life? I'd like to add to it that this, this here, this very scene, is everything John is about: Loyal to the death, loving his team like an extension of himself, willing to die for them, but unable to talk about his feelings ... this. This here is John Sheppard. Watch this scene closely, badfic writers who have John talk fluently about his feelings. He does not. He may not even think about them in-depth because they make him tongue-tied and uncomfortable.
This is John. And, good heavens, do I love and adore him.
Rodney. Biceps. BOXERSHORTS!!!!!! (I think even my landlords heard my absolute shout of laughter at that)
Oh, Rodney. You do love your team, don't you? And again, this is the distilled essence of Rodney. Fantastic. They got them all right in this episode, I'm still reeling from the pleased shock.
A hug. A hug for Carson. And almost one for Rodney. And Teyla and John doing the Gimli and Legolas routine.
And, and, and ... John looking so very, very fond of his team.
In conclusion: Oh, Love. Love, love, LOVE. Best episode so far. Maybe best episode of all three seasons.
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Date: 2006-08-05 11:29 am (UTC)*goes back to stroking the episode repeatedly*