DPP: War Games
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no_takebacksHi, everyone! Last week was awesome, this week we're trying for it again. I’m Penny, and I’ll be your latest hostess-who-can’t-get-enough-pilots all week! I still feel sorta new around here—it’s just been a couple of months. So I’m sad to be the one to break some terrible news:
There are mad TV-clip eating Cylons on the loose and they are trying to devour your favorite pilot!scenes from Battlestar Galactica. Any scene they eat will disappear from human history as though it never happened!
Starbuck and Apollo, for once, can't save themselves. So we're sending in the troops.
And the troops are you, team. Your mission: save any small segment of pilot-y goodness you can't live without!
Available Tactics:
Use your body as a shield: name the scene! Explain why the Cylons must not have it!
Fire back: throw up the clip, or pics from it!
Sneak attack: Write a ficlet/drabble inspired by the scene of your choice!
Mount an offensive: Team up with fellow shippers to save a particular scene with tactics of your choice!
Today's all about setting aside the scenes you wouldn't change--great character moments, lines of dialogue, hotness, fights, eye-makeouts, actual makeouts, fears and revelations. Each new thread should be about one scene. Remember that any scene you don’t claim will be digesting in a humanoid Cylon belly--so unless you want Aaron Doral getting fat off your favorite pilot-y scene, you gotta save ‘em!
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Date: 2012-03-12 01:59 pm (UTC)It's bright and shining (and the moment that I first realized I shipped Kara/Lee) and hopeful and perfect.
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Date: 2012-03-12 04:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-12 05:10 pm (UTC)I know, right!
And in those other shows/movies the guy would say something sappy and the girl would blush, but not our pilots. Lee stumbles and says something stupid, then Kara smirks and tells him he's stupid.
I NEED A BLUE DRESS ICON!!!
Get away you cylon motherfrakkers (and RDM WHO CUT THE AURORA SCENE)
Date: 2012-03-12 02:35 pm (UTC)Re: Get away you cylon motherfrakkers (and RDM WHO CUT THE AURORA SCENE)
Date: 2012-03-12 05:07 pm (UTC)She came with the dawn. And like the dawn, she broke. And then, like the dawn, she was gone.
In space, he knew, there were millions of suns—more suns than grains of sand on all the beaches of the twelve colonies. He had seen more of those suns than he’d ever wanted to.
No one ever saw Lee, his fingers clenched around an idol, his eyes squeezed shut, his throat working convulsively. He knew that they’d thinking he was praying. He wasn’t praying. He didn’t pray.
He revolved, and he orbited. He didn’t want to break, too.
Take THAT, you metal motherfrakkers!
Date: 2012-03-12 03:02 pm (UTC)The Meta Description:
Pilots are trapped in the firing range. Almost dying of no oxygen. But before they do they're gonna eyefrak in silly yellow safety glasses and grin at each other and get nose to nose and GODDAMIT HOT DOG COULDN'T YOU HAVE PICKED A BETTER TIME TO PASS OUT AND NEARLY DIE? Ahem. They were sooooo gonna kiss. Um but anyway then they are gasping and sweaty and crawling on the floor to each other and tanks are rucked up over bellies and there is GUNPORN and hands fondling each other and hard gun shafts and um...wonder twin powers activating to save their collective asses by shooting the glass out. And then they collapse together on the floor her hand on his chest and her head practically on his shoulder and it's lovely. (from K/L Defining Moments Picspam (http://taragel.livejournal.com/92759.html))
The Fic Description:
They’re in the firing range and Lee is angry, pissing and moaning about the Chief’s little project, when it suddenly just all strikes Kara as hysterical. She starts laughing and doesn’t stop, doesn’t stop when Lee takes off the goggles and moves closer, doesn’t stop until there’s not much more than a breath between them. She sucks that breath in and her head spins crazily and she can’t look away from his eyes, and then Hot Dog falls (and who knew he was even still in the room), breaking the moment, and she’s laughing again. But Lee isn’t. He’s gasping and crawling towards the door, muttering something about “no air” and slamming himself against the steel hatch. And suddenly her breath comes shorter and her head is spinning again, and there’s no mistaking it for that other feeling now. Her throat closes and she gasps and gasps and crawls toward Lee. She tries to shoot the window out, her arm swinging unsteadily away from her target. Her lungs burn as she pulls herself forward and Lee is fumbling for ammo and then together, they reload the gun. It feels heavier than a cannon and she doesn’t think she can lift it but then Lee’s hand wraps around hers, strong fingers squeezing, and her head tilts against his as they lift and aim together and then the glass explodes and air rushes into the room. She gulps it in, sagging back down and then she’s laughing again, and he is too, giddy with relief and adrenaline. Kara lets herself curl into him, her head resting on his chest, fingers patting weakly against still-heaving muscle. (from Nine Lives (http://taragel.livejournal.com/164307.html#cutid1))
Re: Take THAT, you metal motherfrakkers!
Date: 2012-03-12 05:48 pm (UTC)And also the working together to do the impossible. Again <3
Re: Take THAT, you metal motherfrakkers!
Date: 2012-03-12 09:12 pm (UTC)Two Words
Date: 2012-03-12 04:12 pm (UTC)and Buck
Honestly, it was probably here that I started shipping, though I'd never heard of such a term or thing at the time! Lee lets out that insane little yell, almost a scream, and I'm like--well, THIS is for real, except that I'm crying too hard to handle thinking about it. That he doesn't want to leave the moon--that he shoots at her--that she's the genius who hacks a living Raider--that the whole thing with Zak and the admiral is lurking the background of all--it's all, obviously, perfect. You know how much they're always, already family, exactly this soon.
Fic drabble to come later, unless anyone want to team offense it up with me.
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Date: 2012-03-12 04:50 pm (UTC)Re: Two Words
Date: 2012-03-13 12:13 am (UTC)Re: Two Words
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Date: 2012-03-12 06:19 pm (UTC)Those frakking Toasters must lay off Kara's return!
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Date: 2012-03-12 09:14 pm (UTC)GUARD THE FENCE!!!!!!
Date: 2012-03-12 06:54 pm (UTC)Re: GUARD THE FENCE!!!!!!
Date: 2012-03-12 08:40 pm (UTC)I would not do such things if I were you...
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Date: 2012-03-13 12:33 am (UTC)Random Gifs!
Date: 2012-03-13 12:54 am (UTC)I've had this gif for three years - I only started watching BSG last year. Even the uninitiated know the power of the towel and the smirk!
Hugging!!!
Dancing!
Teasing!
Smoochin'!
Shouting to the Sky!