mrsronweasley | Capping is a mojo, dammit. (Reply)

SGA, "Sunday", Pictorial:

I didn't start capping right away. I don't, usually! At least not on the first viewing. But Ronon looked so...bored...

Crap cap, but kind of priceless...

Oh, John. You're just...so damn queer.

No. Really. (Also? NICE ASS. AND LEGS.)

Now we move on to RONON'S game. (Or is it a sport? Kind of like "Spank the Sheppard". I say we make it an official sport.)

Yeah, he's gettin' his ass kicked.

No. No words.

Aaaaaaand he's on his back. Shocking, really. (BELLY.)

Later, we move onto ... manly bonding.

Yeah. He left somebody behind. Oh, Ronon. I love you.

There he was, having a nice ~~wank~~ dream, and SOMEBODY had to fuck around with Ancient Radiation Toys!

BEDHEAD. RODNEY. BATHROBE. THE LOVE.

Awwww!

Rodney makes one of the biggest mistakes of his life.

Carson watches.

Zelenka = evil GENIUS.

Czech-mate. YES. I WENT THERE.

Lorne. PAINTING. No, really, LOOK.

Carson is a bit in love, methinks! ♥

Crazy Biro. Kind of amusing.

Carson gets his last snuggles in with the lovely nurse. (They just keep breaking me! WAH!)

Plot: *happens*

Can't let this go:

Specialist Ronon Dex shows you exactly what he thinks of your exploding tumors:

Accidentally caught this and...pretty.

And here goes the worrying...God, they KILL ME.

Rodney trying to tell Carson to GET THE HELL AWAY.

John is trying NOT to order him to leave.

Both fail.

Carson insists on being a doctor.

Oh, look! EXPLODING TUMOR BOX. God. I just. And yet still! CARSON!

The Aftermath:

...

Rodney is dying on the inside. I can't blame him.

Ronon is such a good friend.

Rodney.

This picture kills me. It's...Rodney, in an echo of bending over a computer screen, which means he can save something...save someone, and here, he's failed. And you see Ronon's back. I don't know. Kills me.