So I just finished watching an episode of Battlestar entitled Maelstrom. It is the 17th episode of Season 3.
I'm not sure I've made this clear to you all before, so a few things before I go ape shit about this episode.
+I love Starbuck. She is my most favourite character on BSG, and is really starting to creap up into my top five fav people on teevee ever.
+I love Starbuck with Apollo. There should be no other pairing on this show
+The only exception to the above rule is the Admiral and the Prez.
+I do not like character death
+I do not like the creepy cylon who kidnapped Starbuck and got stuck in her head and tried to pretend they had a child together.
*tries to breathe*
WHAT THE FRAK HAPPENED TO STARBUCK!??!?!?!?!? WHAT THE FRAK?!?!?!?! MY BRAIN IS EXPLODING, JUST LIKE SHE DID!!! FRAKKING HELL!!!!!!
UGH! You know, I realise this show is sci-fi. I know people get killed off in sci-fi all the time.... I know they come BACK all the time. BUT WHY DID IT HAVE TO HAPPEN TO STARBUCK!??!?!?! And if she comes back, she's either going to be a cylon, or she's going to be all goddess like, which is NOT THE WAY I want Starbuck to be! I LIKE that she drinks and smokes and punches the XO out and sleeps with a married man that she secretly loves and is like a daughter to Adama and treats the nuggets like maggots even though she's secretly proud of them all.
I like her conversations with Lee, I love their complicated angst, it's been AWESOME to watch... I haven't had good angst for YEARS.
And OMG I CAN'T SIT THROUGH LEE AND ADAMA MOURNING! I don't WANT to be so completely depressed I want to cut my own heart out. Whenever Lee cries, or almost cries... that man does something to me and I FEEL IT and I cannot cope with their grieving process. It's going to break me.
My favourite girl is in tiny explody little pieces and I'M NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!!
All - PLEASE DO NOT SPOIL ME for episodes of BSG.... I don't even want vauge references to anything. Even though I'm complaining... I'm quite happy in my ignorance.
Thank you for your time.