ext_62090 ([identity profile] luckinfovely.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] batgurl88 2009-03-04 06:58 am (UTC)

Oh. My GOD. I am DEAD. DEAD.

These are gorgeous & lovely & sweet & FUNNY & heartbreaking, AND OMG THESE MUST COME TO BE, FULLY AND INWHATEVERAMOUNTOFTIMEITYOUNEEDTOMAKEITSO. *ahem*

I snippet:

"Einstein's got his nose bent out of joint because I borrowed one of his books and didn't use protective gloves while handling it," he replied sourly.

LOL x a bajillion. 4rlz.

"Leave it to you to use big words when you're wasted."

YES. THIS. I WANT THIS.

"...We're friends?"

I really kinda hope this is supposed to be funny in context, because if not? OW & *sob*

Morgan hasn't talked to God since he was a child, but a part of him is tempted to pray - pray for some miracle to make Reid breathe again - before he remembers that God is the whole reason for this mess.

I CHANGE MY VOTE TO THIS! Oh, Reid. Oh, MORGAN.

Why I cannot have these boys to squish & call my own? I mean, really. Reality is so unreasonable.

It is only when Spencer wakes, rushing to the bathroom to cough up his last two meals, that he wonders if Morgan even knew he was dead.

*cue the WIBBLE*

Also, of course he did, sweet pea. Depending on the fic, he totally loves your unpadded ass, with varying amounts of wholesomeness.

"Is this the part where I clear the snow off the grave and see my own name written on it?" Reid asked moodily, folding his arms.

*giggle fits* Bless you for ending with a funny one to distract from the OH NOES!

These are so GOOD. Please, please, please to let me know if ever you need self-esteem boostage, cheerleading and/or bribing. I am MORE than happy to do any & all of the above. Hee. :D

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