Hiatus Survival: Week Twenty-One
OMG OMG HAI GUISE!
LOOK. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK HOW SHORT THAT IS. WE ARE SO MAKING IT BITCHES!!!
AND? WE TOTALLY HAVE MARY IN SEVEN DAYS ON GREY'S ANYWAY. SO IT'LL BE THE METH TO OUR CRACK ADDICTION. HELP US GET OVER THE DT'S MAN. WHICH IS TOTALLY MIXING OUR ADDICTION METAPHORS, BUT WHATEVS.
AND I REALLY NEED ALL OF YOU TO FLAIL TO MUSIC THIS WEEK. ROSLIN AND ADAMA MUSIC. FLAILIFIED.
Click to view*FLLLLAAIIIILLLLSSSS*
*BOUNCES*
*FLAILS*
*BOUNCES*
*FLAILS*
*HITS SELF IN FACE*
OW. DAMN MY LACK OF COORDINATION.
*CONTINUES BOUNCING*
FRAK ME I COULD LISTEN TO THIS THING ALL DAY. OH RIGHT I TOTALLY ALREADY DO. CAUSE IT'S ON MY iPOD. WHEEEE! AND IN CASE YOU ALL DON'T HAVE IT TOO (FUCKING FOR SHAME!!!) YOU CAN DOWNLOAD IT HERE.
ANYWAY. *CONTINUES DANCING* SO ON TO THE EPISODE REWATCH OF THE WEEK. DIRTY HANDS. AND I MEAN, COME ON, WITH A TITLE LIKE THAT YOU KNOW SHIT IS ABOUT TO GET PORNIFIED UP IN HERE.
TORY: What are you doing?
LAURA: Writing a list, what's it look like?
TORY: 'How to Get Bill to Ask me to Move In?' are you frakking kidding me?!!
LAURA: STFU you Cylon whore.
TORY: I'm not a Cylon.
LAURA: Yet.
Anyway.
Bill and I have been seekritly married for THREE YEARS now, and I still don't live with him. Unless you have a suggestion, STFU about it. I'm on break now anyway.
TORY: Presidents don't get breaks.
LAURA: I totally do. Labour laws, bitch.
TORY: Uh huh... whatever. Oh hey look - maybe that raptor careening toward us will hit your bedroom, thus leaving you homeless, and Bill will be obligated to offer you his place.
LAURA: THAT WOULD BE PERFECT! The only thing that would make it MORE perfect is if you died in the explosion. Go stand near my bed.
COLONIAL ONE: Ow. OW OW OW OW OW. GALACTICA!!! HOW COULD YOU LET ONE OF YOUR KIDS DO THIS TO ME.
GALACTICA: Our kids, BB. OURS. And it's alright. Look. I'm fixing it. Papa has some sugar for you, don't you worry.
COLONIAL ONE: Our next kids are going to be Hybrids.
GALACTICA: Whatever you say, dear.
LAURA: So now, I have no place to stay. And Tory dislocated her shoulder, which is a bummer. I was hoping for more. Here let's put these over here. sad how I can relocate my files - FIND THEM A NEW HOME - and yet, I do not know where I will be sleeping tonight.
BILL: .....
LAURA: Are you even listening to me?
BILL: *stares* Uh.. what?
LAURA: What are you doing?
BILL: Admiring your... skirt?
LAURA: *giggles*
BILL: And I WAS listening. Too bad about Tory - and btw you're totally staying with me forever.
LAURA: Oh rly?
BILL: Yes. You know you want me - *strikes a pose*
LAURA: *smirks*
BILL: Stop laughing.
LAURA: Sorry! So I'll pack a bag and we can get straight to the sexings?
BILL: Oh totally. Except I think they said something about sabotage and-
LAURA: I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT! I SWEAR!
BILL: What?! No - they caught the guy. But you know what this means...
LAURA: *sighs* Oh frak, I have to work don't I? I HATE WORK.
BILL: We'll just be super quick. And THEN get on the sexings.
LAURA: Okay. But SUPER quick.
BILL: You know it. super quick and then super slow, if you know what I'm sayin'.
LAURA: ILU. ♥
LAURA: Blah blah blah worker's rights - I get it. Can we move this list of grievances along?
BILL: We'll totally just lock you up - and investigate. We're done now right?
LAURA: You know it's totally hot when you cut through the bullshit right?
BILL: I know. Take him away boys.
LAURA: But I totally just wanted to thank you, for the near-constant sex I'll be having now.
BILL: Constant?
LAURA: Hells yeah. I've never lived with anyone before. I am sexing you up and down several times daily.
BILL: *swallows* Thank you, man. THANK YOU.
BILL: Chief's here. Hey you cleaned up nice - you can't even TELL what we were doing on this table five minutes ago.
LAURA: I can be quick. What does he want?
BILL: Something about the union.
LAURA: tell him he can head the investigation.
TYROL: Dude, I'm right here.
LAURA: *stares*
Yeah? Well I was 'right there' too when you knocked. DO NOT INTERRUPT US AT HOME BITCH.
BILL: Oh man, srsly. Back off. Just leave before she gets really mad.
TYROL: Right where? I don't get it.
BILL: Clearly.
LAURA: Bill, tell him he can GTFO now.
BILL: You can GTFO now.
TYROL: But-
LAURA: SRSLY? DO NOT PISS ME OFF.
TYROL: But we need to talk about the-
BILL: Dude. I TOLD you to not piss her off.
TYROL: I didn't even DO anything!
BILL: Sure you did. She hates it when people don't listen.
TYROL: I - I was just - oh my Gods.
BILL: Oh chill. I'll go home, sex her up, and talk her down. You'll only be in here for three or four hours tops. Maybe five. She's REALLY pissed.
LAURA: Okay. Now, you have to PROMISE that all meetings will be scheduled or you'll call first. no more barging into our quarters.
TYROL: Yes sir.
LAURA: I'm not unreasonable.
TYROL: No, sir.
LAURA: I just like everything to be finished. To reach my goal before moving on to other things.
TYROL: Yes, sir.
LAURA: So no more interruptions?
TYROL: Absolutely not, sir.
*IS STILL DANCING*
FRAK ME THIS SONG ROCKS.
AND ONTO WTF HAPPENED IN FANDOM THIS WEEK.
Fic
Happy Halloween by unavitasegreta
Accomplices by katamaran78
By Your Command by max38
Breaking Bread (Other Times) II, III by i_am_davnee
Beautiful in Her Armour by mscrwth
No Man’s Land VIII by narciscia & franglaisy
Laura (and Bill) Answer a Few (Rather Important) Questions by garbo_esque
Through a Glass, Lightly: Patriots, Saints and Sinners II, III by katamaran78
The Girl from the North Country by garbo_esque
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Graphics
Revelations Picspam IV by misstaggart
icons by yokana_yanovick
icons at laura_lims
Presidential Picspam I, II by misstaggart
banner by hllywood_drmr87
Roslin S1 Picspam by triniroslin15
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Randomness
Sign up for Secret Santa!
Roslin action figure
Adama action figure
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ALRIGHT BITCHES. FLAIL DANCE PARTY!!!!!!