omg, 13+ hours later and you are SO MY FAVORITE PERSON TODAY. the highlight of THE WEEK, even.
anyway. the additional feedback:
“Hey. Kid.” Morgan took hold of Reid’s shoulders. “You’re losing me with the technobabble. Just show me.”
GOD, the love I have of that line. Morgan at his Morganest. YES.
Your description of each character at Reid's bedside is friggin' perfect -- for every. single. one.
The shallow rise and fall of his chest, and the quiet bleat of the EKG are the only real promises that he’s even alive.
*LANGUAGE LOVE*
It’s like listening to the world through a glass box.
*AND SOME MORE*
It's kinda eerie that I was JUST YESTERDAY listening to that fight Morgan & Reid had in "The Popular Kids", wherein Morgan rats Reid's nightmares out to Hotch & Gideon. AND I LOVE THAT -- AND THIS SCENE -- SO MUCH. The ep because I LOVE IT when Reid flips a shit & turns all bitchy-girlfriend on anyone, but maybe that's just me, I dunno.
ANYWAY. Like the earlier scene -- well, the whole fic, really -- you totally NAILED them. Perfectly. THEY DON'T FIGHT NEARLY OFTEN ENOUGH ON THE SHOW.
Plus, I have such overwhelming, ridiculous love of the whole Morgan-hands-on-Reid-hips-&-turning thing. THANK YOU, YES, PLEASE.
*insert obligatory plagiarism wigging because i just, OVER THE WEEKEND, wrote a m/r ficlet about reid feeling hollow -- with ambiguous fucking, even* Shit.
And this ending you have, with Morgan and Garcia and the vent? Is gorgeous. Seriously. Gorgeous. And very vivid, so extra sparklies to you for doing what I fall flat ON MY FACE when I attempt it.
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Date: 2009-05-27 03:03 am (UTC)anyway. the additional feedback:
“Hey. Kid.” Morgan took hold of Reid’s shoulders. “You’re losing me with the technobabble. Just show me.”
GOD, the love I have of that line. Morgan at his Morganest. YES.
Your description of each character at Reid's bedside is friggin' perfect -- for every. single. one.
The shallow rise and fall of his chest, and the quiet bleat of the EKG are the only real promises that he’s even alive.
*LANGUAGE LOVE*
It’s like listening to the world through a glass box.
*AND SOME MORE*
It's kinda eerie that I was JUST YESTERDAY listening to that fight Morgan & Reid had in "The Popular Kids", wherein Morgan rats Reid's nightmares out to Hotch & Gideon. AND I LOVE THAT -- AND THIS SCENE -- SO MUCH. The ep because I LOVE IT when Reid flips a shit & turns all bitchy-girlfriend on anyone, but maybe that's just me, I dunno.
ANYWAY. Like the earlier scene -- well, the whole fic, really -- you totally NAILED them. Perfectly. THEY DON'T FIGHT NEARLY OFTEN ENOUGH ON THE SHOW.
Plus, I have such overwhelming, ridiculous love of the whole Morgan-hands-on-Reid-hips-&-turning thing. THANK YOU, YES, PLEASE.
*insert obligatory plagiarism wigging because i just, OVER THE WEEKEND, wrote a m/r ficlet about reid feeling hollow -- with ambiguous fucking, even* Shit.
And this ending you have, with Morgan and Garcia and the vent? Is gorgeous. Seriously. Gorgeous. And very vivid, so extra sparklies to you for doing what I fall flat ON MY FACE when I attempt it.
In conclusion, WRITE MORE HOMG. <3