#vipercrash

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kovi, mason, and kara’s relationship in a nutshell:

kovi is the dad friend that keeps these two out of constant danger

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@vipercrash replied to your post: ROMANCE HEADCANONS !! →   repost, do not reblog !!...

“bash is basically starbuck” “his type is himself” hmmMMMMmmmm??? ;^))))

basher voice: how u doin’   ‘,B)

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mMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM how u feel abt that Laura....Roslin....??

Put a name in my inbox and my muse will have to admit how they feel about them. 

“She throws the hard punches. Plays for keeps.” He took his seat on the couch. “Think we can agree on that.”

That’s not all. Laura Roslin, 5′6″ and prone to giggles. Bill’s eyes slid to his friend, but he thought about her and the shape of her smart mouth, the way her legs crossed behind her desk.

He thought about what those legs could wrap around and stopped himself.

“Smart, sure. Effective? Hell, even if you’re dead she’d still find a way to kill you,” Saul quipped. “You can wrap it up and throw on a pretty, pink bow, doesn’t make a lick of difference. I’d hate to get on her bad side.” 

“Could be a problem.”

“What? Her bad side?”

“No. Just sides,” Bill clarified. He brought the whiskey to his mouth. “…She’s got a lot of that.”

For a moment, nothing. Then the realization slowly dawned on him and Tigh split into a wolfish smile.

“Don’t mind me saying this, Bill, but you’ve got it–”

“That bad?”

“You said it, not me.”

The admiral’s laugh rumbled and he felt warm inside, probably from the whiskey. A nuclear apocalypse, running from Cylons, a teacher as their president… “Should’ve been born earlier, Saul,” Bill rasped.

“And miss all this?” The XO raised his glass. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

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       ‘   seems like nobody likes my car these days  ———  YOU , my dad and mom, even dennis . i worked my ASS off on it , and it means  z e r o  to everybody    ‘

canon dialogue  ———  BOOK                                @vipercrash

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“That’s funny, because I don't remember ever handing out suggestions.” Think, Starbuck, think.... Oh gods, he was right: those orders he’d handed were most certainly law. Yet, Lieutenant Kara Thrace, believer of prayers and holy words, seemed to think herself above the seat of god. Why else had she ignored command? Why else had she taunted death? Apollo trailed her darkly, radiating fury like some haunting storm. The deck-hands struggled to rein their interest. ”But maybe I just didn’t get the memo,” came the crisp remark.

@vipercrash: starbuck.

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💬 roast her

   ‘  wild,  and reckless.  a bit punchy. ’

   a pause.  a more serious expression crosses his face.

  ‘ she’s good at what she does  ——  really  good.  maybe in another life i could’ve learned to fly from her.  maybe in another life we’d have been wingmates.

   ‘ i admire her in a lot of ways.  she’s got a strength about her,  not just physical.  like she’s endured a lot.  maybe she has.  maybe i’ll never know any of it.  what i do know is that when i’m out there exploring the big black,  there are few people i’d rather have on my wing.  and if i’m ever stuck in a dogfight,  there’s  no one  i’d rather have more on my side. ’

     heat flushes his cheeks and like a schoolboy he smiles,  glances down,  blushing.  ‘ sometimes i wonder what it’d be like to have someone like her by my side for more than just flying,  y’know? ’  

[admiralties-blog]

"know what you're gettin' roslin for christmas yet, sir?" :^)

He stared. Kara stood by the door with a wolfish grin like she knew something. Maybe too much. He dropped the case file onto his desk for her and ignored how that red hair and smart smile flashed into his mind or how she’d look curled up on a sofa, bare foot, with a book and mug of hot cocoa…

“Perp came in. Goes by ‘Number Two.’ I want you in there, rattle his cage, see what falls out… If he’s hiding something, I want to know about it,” Bill said, opening a folder. A moment passed. She was still there. A Christmas song played down the street, lulling, and he kept his head low. ”Dark Day,” he confessed. “…Got a good feeling.”