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puszysty at 06:21pm on 01/06/2010 under 30-day tv meme
puszysty at 06:21pm on 01/06/2010 under 30-day tv memeAs much as I enjoyed Band of Brothers, I think I might have to go with
Roots. It's such a classic.
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Roots. It's such a classic.
For those of you participating in
twelvecolonies, Go vote for a header! Especially if you're on Team Galactica.And since I'm stuck in a writing rut at the moment, Pick one of my icons and I'll write you a ficlet based on said icon.
As an aside, Adam Lambert + Don Draper = Lance Bass?
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More importantly, this Christ guy who the people around here were celebrating was somehow connected, as he’d been told by a baby faced young man who’d come knocking on his door with a bunch of pamphlets, to the one true cylon god. Baltar’s cult had been lapping it up, going about door to door singing hymns about peace and love and babys in barns and probably something subliminal about world domination. Damned if he was going to join in that nonsense.
Plus, he was really going to shoot somebody if he had to listen to any more of those bell ringers outside the department store.
But life on this planet masquerading as Earth hadn’t been kind just yet to any of the Colonials (except Baltar, frakkin bastard), and he and Ellen really needed the money. He had the white hair already, it was easy to grow a quick beard, and all the delicious food and even more delicious alcohol this planet had in abundance has caused him to put on a few pounds, so getting the job was easy.
He just had to keep explaining to the kids that his reindeer had gotten a little out of hand and kicked him in the eye.
“Daddy, that’s not Santa, that’s Colonel Tigh,” said Hera, pointing at the patch on his eye. “I want to see Santa.” As if the holiday couldn’t get any worse, Helo decided to show up at his mall.
“Ho ho ho,” said Tigh. Hera pouted.
“Well, honey, Santa was sick today, so he’s having Colonel Tigh stand in for him. But I promise, if you tell Colonel Tigh what you want for Christmas, he’ll tell Santa for you,” said Helo, giving Saul a look made him want to give a quick berating. He would too, if there weren’t six kids in line behind Helo.
“I don’t want to tell Colonel Tigh. I want to tell Santa!” cried Hera.
“You got her into this?” grumbled Tigh.
“All the kids at preschool are. We couldn’t just tell her no.” Tigh scowled. It wasn’t very effective in his ridiculous red suit.
“There’s a Santa at Macy’s in the next town over. Two eyes and all,” he offered.
“Thanks, Colonel,” said Helo, with that ridiculous grin of his. “And Merry Christmas.”
“Merry frakkin Christmas to you to.”
Merry frakkin Christmas indeed.
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going about door to door singing hymns about peace and love and babys in barns and probably something subliminal about world domination.
::snorts:: HA again!
Also, my Gaeta and Hoshi muses are poking me, asking, "What's so bad about the idea of a month-long Bacchanalia?" Oh, boys...
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Dude, that is a scary picture.
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Which one, the first or the second? Lol.
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And in the interest of ficcing! I would like to see this become true:
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And drink they did. Louis wasn’t sure how much he drank that night, though he did have a terrible hangover the next morning. He wasn’t even sure what they’d talked about, if anything at all. Truthfully Louis didn’t remember much of that night after the bar. The one thing he did remember, however, was the kiss.
He wasn’t sure what possessed him to do it. Sure, he’d been inetrested in Felix for some time, but he’d never told Felix that. It wasn’t even a date. But something in him, the alcohol perhaps, had led him to lean in and plant a quick, deep kiss on Felix’s lips. he remembered the smell of a smoky aroma lingering from their time at the bar; he remembered the taste, the alcohol mixed with a hint of savory sweetness; he remembered the feel of Felix’s warm, slightly chapped yet still soft lips. But what he remembered most was that Felix had kissed him back.
Their first date had been about a week later, also at Joe’s bar. With their drunken kiss, the cat was out of the bag so to speak, and Louis finally mustered up the courage to ask Felix out. He’d said yes.
Their schedules didn’t match up for a week, but when they finally did, Joe’s bar was really the only place Louis could think to take him. They’d managed a quiet day, luckily. Louis wouldn’t have known what to do if there had been a lot of viper jocks around watching them there. There’d been a lot of long pauses, and awkward glances, and a lot of trying to hide the fact they were blushing, at least on Louis’ part, but he guessed it must have gone okay because Felix asked him out the next day. Louis still considered himself lucky anyway.
The first time they’d frakked wasn’t too long after that. Galactica was a ship teeming with testosterone and not a lot to do, so they were bound to get horny. Felix had been the one to initiate this time, shoving Louis against the wall and offering to suck his dick in exchange for a return favor. Louis couldn’t possibly say no to an offer like that. Especially once he discovered just how well endowed Felix was.
His head had been spinning so fast he couldn’t tell which way was up and which was down, but Louis couldn’t have cared less. They’d napped together in an empty rack afterwords, probably not even one of theirs, Louis couldn’t remember really. Then Felix had started doing this thing with his tongue and the next thing he knew, they were frakking each other into the mattress. Such a sweet oblivion it was.
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Then Felix had come back without his leg, then Earth, and then Dee, and Louis felt those words were never coming.
A small part of him hoped that three days of rest on the Zephyr would help Felix come to the realization that he loved Louis back. But it was only hope, and reality probably wasn’t going to work out that way.
After shift, Louis couldn’t bear to bring himself back to their quarters. Well, more like a converted storage closet than quarters, but it was someplace that Felix could be alone when he needed to be. Louis knew he’d be the one alone there now. It was only three days, but it felt like the Demetrius all over again, and that this time there wouldn’t be any pieces left to put back together.
So Louis decided to go for a walk instead. His ambling steps led him to the hangar deck, someplace he could get lost in the hustle without being noticed. It was also too noisy to think, and Louis didn’t feel like thinking right now. Since most of the bridge crew didn’t spend much time down here, Louis wasn’t expecting to run into anyone. Especially not the person he did.
“Felix?”
Felix was sitting on floor, leaning against an empty crate. He was tapping a crutch on the floor, watching the deckhands busily working on repairs.
Felix smiled at him. “Hey.”
“What are you doing here?” Louis asked. “I thought you were supposed to be on the Zephyr.”
“I chose not to go,” said Felix.
“You were here when we jumped?” asked Louis. He slid down onto the floor and sat next to Felix, not too close, yet close enough.
“Yeah,” replied Felix, looking back out over the deck. “It’s a lot different down here. Besides that once, when we were fleeing New Caprica, I don’t think I’ve ever watched a jump without thinking about the calculations before. It’s…oddly peaceful.”
“Felix, why didn’t you leave the ship?” Louis asked.
“Do you ever get the feeling that sometimes where you want to be is not where you’re supposed to be?” said Felix. Louis looked at him, a bit puzzled. He noticed Felix looked relaxed. More relaxed than Louis had seen him in a long time.
“I thought I wanted to get off this ship. But then I thought about it. What sort of peace am I going to find on a ship I’ve never even set foot on before? What’s over there that’s supposed to make my life better?” mused Felix.
“What are you saying?” Louis asked, still unsure just what was going through Felix’s head and where it might lead.
Felix turned back to Louis and looked him directly in the eyes. “The point is, I shouldn’t be looking for something out there that I’ve already got here. I love you Louis. I’m supposed to be here.”
Louis couldn’t help but smile. This may not have been the way he'd expected to hear those words, but right now, he couldn't have imagined it any other way. “I love you too.”
Re: pt 2
Re: pt 2
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How about AJ? The one with the sword? (Only can we just assume that Gaeta got his hands on a sword, since I'm not a fan of RPF? :) )
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"Baby, don't tell me you planning on bringing that thing," said Louis. Felix held up the sword to check the edge of the blade. It reflected the sun's rays perfectly, giving off a bright shine depending on the angle he held it at.
"Why not?" responded Felix, admiring his handiwork.
"Well it's not very practical. And we've got plenty of spears to go around."
"Please," scoffed Felix. "You've seen me play Pyramid. You know how bad my aim is. I'll just be the one responsible for finishing off whatever you catch."
"Well, I have to hand it to you," said Louis, helping Felix off his stool, "it may not be practical, but it looks really cool."
Felix grinned. "Amazing what you can do with spare raptor parts, isn't it?"
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Thank you!! :)
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I went ahead with it anyway, because I figure Toby's generation won't have seen Roots so much, and because a little blond haired, blue eyed boy doesn't really bring that scene to mind so much, and he was much happier once he knew that it was Tobias for a formal name. But I just think it says something that a coworker was so disturbed by that scene that he had issues with my kid's name. (Something about the power of the movie, I mean.)