Hiautus Survival: Week Eight
WELCOME TO WEEK EIGHT, BITCHES!!! WAIT - WHAT?! EIGHT?!? SRSLY? IT'S BEEN AN AWESOME TWO MONTHS, BB'S - AND PRESONALLY, I THINK IT WENT MUCH FASTER BECAUSE OF ALL OF YOU SO MASSIVE HUGS ALL AROUND YES? *HUGS*
SO, THIS WEEK - WE HAVE A THEME. SORT OF. IT'S SHIPS. PLANES. MANOUVRES. OUR EPISODIC REWATCH OF THIS WEEK IS ONE OF MY PERSONAL FAVS (YES, I HAVE A LOT OF THOSE SHUT UP!) - THE FLIGHT OF THE PHOENIX!!!!! OMGS, IT WAS THE FIRST TIME BSG MADE ME CRY. DAMN YOU COTTLE AND LAURA.
AS USUAL, YOUTUBE IS FAILING ME WITH CLIPS THIS WEEK - *IGNORES FACT SHE COULD TOTALLY UPLOAD HER OWN* SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, ONTO THIS WEEKS MINI-PICSPAM!!!!
BILL: S'up my bitches. *PIMP NODS* I am here to make you squee before Gidget hits you with the sad-making stuff. Note how hot I look here, because I know you'll need it. I AM PRE-WARNING YOU. Take a second. Take my hawtness in. Are you ready?
No?
Need a minute more? Go ahead.
COTTLE: YOU ARE DYING. IN LIKE, A FEW WEEKS. LOOK AT MY TEARY EYED SADFACE. I AM TEARING UP. ME. DOC COTTLE. IF I AM TEARING UP, YOU KNOW THIS SHIT IS SAD. WHERE THE FRAK ARE MY SMOKES?
LAURA: Oh Gods, a few WEEKS? THAT IS NOT ENOUGH TIME FOR ALL THE SEXINGS I HAD PLANNED WITH BILL. FRAKKING CANCER. *SADFACE* This would be tragic, if not for how fabulous my hair looks.
BALTAR: It's a virus that Gaeta and I discovered after staying up allll night to go through code.
GAETA:*giggles*
BALTAR: Stop it!
GAETA: No, YOU stop it!
*gay slap foreplay ensues*
BILL: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....
TIGH: Stop it.
BILL: Stop what?
TIGH: You're staring at me.
BILL: It's just - where's your eye patch, man?
TIGH: That's THIRD season you frakker, this is second.
BILL: It looks weird.
TIGH: Stop staring.
BILL: Srsly. LOOKS STRANGE. GO POKE YOURSELF IN THE EYE.
*shit happens and Sharon can fix it*
BILL: THIS HAD BETTER BE GOOD, BITCH - I HAVE JUST BEEN INFORMED THAT LAURA IS IN NEED OF SOME SERIOUS 'AVOID THINKING ABOUT CANCER' SEXSINGS. SO HURRY THE FRAK UP.
BILL: Oh, HAY Laura - how are you? Didn't know you'd still be here, and I did not run to make it on time, or anything.
LAURA: *hands back book* Here you go Bill, I looked through it - but like I told you, I already KNEW all those positions.
BILL: Srsly?
LAURA: D'uh, have you SEEN how hawt I am? I mean look at me - I just found out I'm gonna die like, EPICALLY SOON and I am STILL rocking the stressed hair like nobody's business.
BILL: Damn, you're right.
LAURA: I always am.
BILL: Do we have time for...?
LAURA: Sadly, no - I have really important meetings with somebody about something - mostly I am lying right now, cause I'm sad and don't want you to see it, but I'll swing by after whatever crisis we have this week, kay?
BILL: Actually the crisis already started. And it's a lame one, apparantly the writers decided to retcon Gaeta's firewall that survived a Cylon viral attempt - remember? When I was dying and you were in the brig?
LAURA: Uh, yeah.
BILL: Anywho, they decided despite showing us many, many, MANY shots of that firewall percentage thingy - a virus got through.
LAURA: Frakking morons. This week COULD have been all about you and me having comfort!sex because I'm totally DYING EPICALLY SOON. Way to drop the ball, there, losers.
BILL: Yes, anyway - according to the script here, in an effort to show our new, shiny, mutual trust -
LAURA: What trust? I'm pretty sure I read ahead and we'll be lying to each other for YEARS to come.
BILL: Yes, but RIGHT NOW we're all happy and honest because of the whole throwing you in jail and staging a coup thing. Apparantly I need to make up for that and -
LAURA: If they hadn't cut the tent sex two weeks ago, this so wouldn't be neccessary.
BILL; I know, right? Bastards. However - I am going to seek your advice on a military matter which you really can't technically help with, but I trust you and am asking you for help anyway. I'm throwing in this eyesex for my own pleasure. *EYESEXES HER*
LAURA: Good Gods, Bill - that is a lethal frakking weapon. I need to change my panties now - I only have three pairs, you know!
BILL: Just don't wear any.
LAURA: That is a FRAKKING good idea.
BILL: *pimp nods*
LAURA: Um, okay - do what you think is right, yadda yadda yadda - I mean, it's not like we won't survive, it's only mid-season. So you know, roll your hard six or whatevs, I'm gonna go to the head and remove my panties.
BILL: I'll help!
BILL: OKAY PPLS. LET'S MAKE THIS NOT CLIMACTIC AT ALL SCENE MOVE ALONG QUICKLY. I WAS THREE FINGERS DEEP INTO THE PRESIDENT WHEN YOU INTERUPPTED. SEE MY NOT HAPPY FACE?
BALTAR: OH MY GOD, I DID NOT JUST HEAR THAT. LALALALALALALALALALALALALA. HOLD ME, FELIX!
BILL: BITCH PLEASE, NOW LET'S GET THIS SCENE OVER WITH. NOT!BOOMER, JAM THE WIRE IN YOUR ARM AND FRAKKING SAVE US SO I CAN GO FINISH MY IMPORTANT PRESIDENTIAL MEETING WHILE STARBUCK TESTS THAT SHIP CHEIF BUILT. FUNNY FOR THAT, THAT A CYLON WOULD BE GOOD AT BUILDING SHIPS. EXCEPT YOU ALL DON'T KNOW HE'S A CYLON YET. HAHA. DUMBASSES. I KNOW. CAUSE I'M BILL ADAMA, AND I HAVE A CYLON SENSE. I JUST IGNORE IT, LIKE, ALL THE TIME. OH, IS SHE DONE NOW? YES. WOO HOO. WE ARE SAVED. I NEED TO GO GET SOME HEAD, I MEAN GO TO THE HEAD. PARDON ME.
LAURA: Bill, when you said you wantd to show me your 'ship' I didn't think all these people would be here.
BILL: Laura, it's a real ship - not - you know what? I'll show you both, if you'd like.
LAURA: *giggles* Oh frak, does this mean I have to give a speech? Bill! You should have told me!
LAURA: *gives moving speech and tries not to think about getting frakked later*
TYROL: HAY MADAME PREZ, to say uh, sorry about sending some Marines to gun you down, and throwing you in prison, and like, siding with the Commander - I named this ship after you! Because we here on Galactica LOVE OUR PRESIDENT, despite, you know, ARRESTING HER THREE WEEKS AGO. TA DA!
BILL: It was MY idea. JUST SO YOU KNOW, Tyrol did not think of it, I did. I PIMPED HIS RIDE.
LAURA: *is deeply touched*
GIDGET: Bill! GET YOUR HAND OUT OF THERE!
BILL: Uh, sorry, my bad. You said DEEPLY, bitch, WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO THINK?
LAURA: I wonder if I culd just like, steal this for later.
BILL: No need, we all know I've got the GOOD shit squirreled away.
LAURA: Tru fax. Alright then, I'll just punk you all out to lighten the mood and hopefully get all these people to forget how deeply you just touched me in front of everyone.
TYROL: There is NOTHING that will scrub that image from my mind.
LAURA: *thinks about dying and is sad*
BILL: Hey, no sad faces. We still have a MONTH of awesome sex to be had. I'll make you orgasm so much, you won't even REMEMBER when you are dying.
LAURA: Srsly? Gods, I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND.
BILL: Remember, you can thank me with a small gift later. I prefer blow jobs.
LAURA: SO SAY WE ALL!
OKAY, SO GO, RE-WATCH AND FLAIL YOUR FACES OFF BITCHES. BECAUSE LAURA'S HAIR LOOKS AWESOME IN THAT EP AND AWESOME HAIR SHOULD ALWAYS BE CELEBRATED. AND OUR COMMENT!PORN CHALLANGE THIS WEEK (OH YEAH, WE'RE LETTING YOU PORN IT UP AGAIN, HAPPY?) IS THIS: BILL ADAMA IS POSSIBLY THE HAWTEST COMMANDING OFFICER EVER IN LIFE. HOW EPICALLY SAD THAT HE DOES NOT HAVE A MANOUVRE NAMED AFTER HIM. WE MUST CORRECT THIS. BILL NEEDS A MANOUVRE BITCHES, THE ADAMA MANOUVRE. SO WRITE HIM HIS OWN SPECIAL MOVE - ONE THAT WILL GO DOWN IN THE HISTORY BOOKS.
NOW ONTO THE FUN STUFF. AND BY FUNSTUFF I MEAN, GODS DO I EPICALLY HATE CRIBBING THIS LIST TOGETHER, SO ALIAS424 DID IT INSTEAD, CAUSE SHE ROCKS THAT WAY!
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