Jun 27, 2025
Pure Light, Pure Dread.
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Pure Light, Pure Dread.
battlestar galactica razor (space war crimes yuri)
What should we do with Number Six (Battlestar Galactica)?
Hug
Kiss
Marry
Kill
Oh my god
That was the best 3 hours of tv I've seen
Like that was a movie and it was amazing
Gaius was right??!??!! He was lying but also right!!! The hot blonde robot in his head MUST be actually talking to him, cause the cylons basically tricked the humans into giving them their robot back?? Like that was really smart???
And someone told the military guy there's only 12???? Like who did that?? Why?????
Should Laura Roslin from Battlestar Galactica 2004 join the tumblr found family?
Yeah!
Nope!
Could the Infinity Train have saved Sam Adama (Caprica)? Reason for being on the Infinity Train: His complicated relationship with his brother Joseph, taking care of his nephew, his career as a hitman
The train would save him
The train would make him much worse
She would somehow force her way off the train
She would take over the train
She would die on the train
She would not get worse or better but never leave the train
Show results
“…always looking for new and interesting ways to get killed.”
Last “Rainbow” drabble... I think...
@splodge04 - behold, the prompt that keeps on giving. A slightly angsty but ultimately much happier post-New Caprica reunion than that other one I’ve been working on.
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She takes inventory as she lathers up under the steaming hot stream from the shower: aubergine, bile, mustard, puce. There’s no good way to explain it, she realizes, staring down at the swirling rainbow of bruises running down her side. No way that won’t upset him, anyhow.
She stands by the action, and she considers stating it that way - rolling down an embankment is tactically superior to a cylon firing squad - but she can already imagine the worry and worse, the pity in his eyes.
Could just keep it covered, she thinks. It would be easy enough to hide, but the bruises certainly wouldn’t fade in the next three days. It's all the time they get, she realizes sadly. Three days, and then she’s president again - she can’t bear to squander them, so she tries a different strategy.
“Bill,” she starts softly as she emerges from the head in his bathrobe - and nothing else - “why don’t you turn the lights off and come to bed?”
"Dinner should be here in a minute," he suggests, "you should eat something."
She lowers her voice a few notes, "Come to bed, Bill," she says slowly, letting the robe slip off one shoulder before turning away and flipping the switch.