Like O, Like H

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Characters: Kara Thrace, Socrata Thrace
Source: Battlestar Galactica
Song: Like O, Like H
Artist: Tegan And Sara
Spoilers: The Miniseries, S1, S2, Razor, S3
File Size: 22 mb
Warnings: CHILD ABUSE, violence, anger, dark themes; external footage use
For Kara Thrace vids-a-thon hosted by daybreak777 
All credit for the song choice goes to nytel 
Download links:  megaupload , axifile
Streaming: here
Notes: This is my take on Kara's childhood issues that often pave a way to her decision making throughout her life as an adult. The video contains dark visual imagery, so maybe some of you will think twice before watching it. It is also heavy with external sources shots, because it felt right for me to broaden the story's boundaries and show the horrible reality of what I think her life was back then... If some of you don't like seeing non-BSG footage in videos and perceive it as canon offence, I apologise, but it felt necessary: so you've been warned.

You won't see much of Kara's special destiny BS here 'cause I could never stand the message that violence is good and anyone who refuses to accept that is simply blind to the fact that people who use it have only their victim's best interests at heart, and therefore it should be embraced.

The show runners didn't manage to do the subject justice in my opinion.  Not in Maelstrom,  and not even in the entire S4. A lot of the times it felt like they tried to distort Socrata's character flaws and turn everything around; they tried to sell Kara's swift and easy forgiveness of what her mother did to her, of what Leoben did too, and failed miserably, because it was as far from gritty realism of life as it can get (and I think anyone who'd been through any form of emotional of physical abuse as a kid can agree with that). It felt like a betrayal; in this work I wanted to explore Kara's past and address the graveness and horror of what was done to her *in canon* as I knew it in S1 and S2, and some of S3.

Comments are always welcome!

Lyrics under

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When I was 8
I was sure
I was growing nerves
Like steel in my palm
Make a map of what you see
Direct pain effectively
I was 8,
I was sure
I was growing pain
Like lead in my feet
S.O.S. to my mother
Take the hinges off the door
S.O.S. to my mother
Take the hinges off the door
Oh, oh, sugar spell it out
Like oh, oh, sugar spell it out
Like oh, oh, sugar spell it out
Like O, like H in your gut
Like O, like H in your gut
Like O, like H in your gut
In your gut
S.O.S., S.O.S.
When I was four plus a ten
I was swinging fists
Like nails in a board
Pull your hands inside of you
Six years 'till I'll be through
I was four plus a ten,
I was swinging back
Like a race to be sure
S.O.S. to my mother
Take the hinges off the door
S.O.S. to my mother
Take the hinges off the door
Oh, oh, sugar spell it out
Like oh, oh, sugar spell it out
Like oh, oh, sugar spell it out
Like O, like H in your gut
Like O, like H in your gut
Like O, like H in your gut
Like O, like H in your gut
(S.O.S., S.O.S., S.O.S.)
In your gut, in your gut
In your...