thewesterlands:

Themed Party | Challenge 65: Genre Swap

Battlestar Galactica as a Comedy

thewesterlands:

Themed Party | Challenge 65: Genre Swap

Battlestar Galactica as a Comedy

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goldminegoldmine:

If you are a deity of any sort then please don’t go.

goldminegoldmine:

If you are a deity of any sort then please don’t go.



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TRAPDOOR TRIGGER | BSG, Caprica Six 

She could have been designed for this.

pg. Caprica/head!Gaius; for the zombie apocalypse ficathon.




She… Caprica-Six… she chose me. Chose me over all men. Chosen to be seduced, taken by the hand. Guided between the light and the dark. But is she an angel or is she a demon? Is she imaginary or is she real? Is she my own voice or the voice of…

She… Caprica-Six… she chose me. Chose me over all men.
Chosen to be seduced, taken by the hand. Guided between the light and the dark.
But is she an angel or is she a demon? Is she imaginary or is she real?
Is she my own voice or the voice of…

(Source: mechanicalsix)



Battlestar Galactica miniseries

As I walked away there was a sense that I didn’t like doing what I did.  One of the writers came up to me during the shooting of the regular series and said, “Do you know that from that scene we decided that Number Six wants a baby?” —Tricia Helfer

(Source: nicoleanell, via lastonesleft)



bannergasm:

1/100

bannergasm:

1/100



plays-with-squirrels asked, "top 3 asoiaf women, top 3 decemberists songs, top 3 gifts that you've ever received, top 3 things that you're proud of, top 3 six lines"

lainey

ASOIAF DAMES

  1. (by a mile) CERSEI
  2. Sansa
  3. Asha

DECEMBERISTS SONGS

  1. Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect
  2. The Tain
  3. The Rake’s Song

GIFTS

  1. Tea at the Browns Hotel
  2. the complete discography of Rufus Wainwright
  3. this is really hard my family doesn’t really give gifts that are things and we’re really bad at holidays, i.e. we just buy shit for each other year-round—I mean, trips, shows, books, and food; what else could you even ask for—and when holiday time comes we spend a month’s worth of prevaricating “oh you don’t have to get me anything big” and spend Christmas/birthdays shoving small parcels at each other with confused smiles, so when it comes time to list gifts my entire life I’ve been like, uhhhhhh. Serious essay question-and-answer prompts I answered in elementary school: “Favorite gift you’ve ever been given?” “CAT ASTROLOGY: THE BOOK. :D :D :D!!”

PRIDE POINTS

  1. Talking at a research conference for a department I wasn’t even technically a member of at the time for reasons of RENAISSANCE SORCERESSES
  2. Catseye liner becoming like a mechanical skill at this point even though I have DT-level shaky hands
  3. The fact that I can write novels, have receipts about my ability to do so, and am now engaged in the process of writing good novels, which only get better as I write more

SIX LINES

Cheating about it, so:

CAPRICA SIX LINES:

  • “You have an amazing capacity for self-deception. How do you do that?”
  • “I’m a little stiff. I’m still trying to get used to this body. I mean, I know it’s identical, but—even after all this time, I still feel awkward.” (SIXES AND THEIR BODIES. CAPRICA TRYING TO NEGOTIATE A BODY WITHOUT A MISSION. COULD WEEP.)
  • “I want the pain. It’s how I learn. I was instrumental in the destruction of humanity, but at the same time I learned, because I fell in love with a human man, and he was mortal and fallible. And he had this incredible pride in himself. He thought he knew everything there was to know. And I loved him, with my whole heart. And then one day, I realized I wouldn’t have him forever. I understood what I’d done. How I betrayed him and humanity. And that pain taught me to understand death. Baltar could die. And I loved him. Baltar’s heart was ephemeral. Baltar’s body was fragile in my hands.” (THERE ARE LIKE THREE LINES HERE WHICH ARE MY FAVORITE LINE, SO YOU GET THE WHOLE SPEECH. S4 is on some fucking shit with her, but she gets this.)

NONCAPRICA SIX LINES

  • “Are you alive?”
  • In our civil war, we’ve seen death. We’ve watched our people die. Gone forever. As terrible as it was beyond the reach of the resurrection ships, something began to change. We could feel a sense of time, as if each moment held its own significance. We began to realize that for our existence to hold any value, it must end. To live meaningful lives, we must die and not return. The one human flaw that you spend your lifetimes distressing over… Mortality is the one thing… Well, it’s the one thing that makes you whole. “
  • She has needs, just like the rest of us. No one can survive entirely on their own. Trust me Lieutenant, in the end, we’re all just human.”

HEADSIX LINES

  • “My God, Gaius, it’s me.”
  • “The pain is only in your body—so keep your body here with me.”
  • “I have your heart. I can always rip it out of your chest if I want to.”

This is simultaneously totally cheating and not cheating at all.



sometimes i just want to put my head under a rock forever because six and gaius and six/gaius

or more accurately, under a rock slide



(Source: peakingoranges)



let the less-loving one be me


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