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Tigh likes Starbuck. I have a whole essay in my head planned around explaining this, but, bottom line, he respects her in some odd way. And she returns it.
(I want fic where she brings booze to the first morning meeting, he snarks, and Dad facepalms)
You know the best dysfunctional relationship on BSG? The Tighs. Oddly, fandom, which claims to love that sort of thing, doesn't actually write about them.
Also, Lee promised Racetrack a bar. Lee! Where's our bar, bitch?
(I want fic where she brings booze to the first morning meeting, he snarks, and Dad facepalms)
You know the best dysfunctional relationship on BSG? The Tighs. Oddly, fandom, which claims to love that sort of thing, doesn't actually write about them.
Also, Lee promised Racetrack a bar. Lee! Where's our bar, bitch?

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And can I just say that Tigh is one of the really well-layered characters on the show, and he doesn't get enough credit for that?
Hm. No idea why the fandom doesn't write about the Tighs. I don't write BSG fic, or I'd consider it. Mostly because it'd be interesting to write about events from Ellen's perspective.
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You know, I think we're the only ones who get a kick out of the Tighs. Well, us and Ilana, though she gets her kick when we STOP talking about the Tighs. Think we should make an lj comm for the two of us?
Wait, when was a bar promised?
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*and the fic*
*waiting patiently to read the essay and the fic*
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In Lay Down Your Burdens. Lee says if they find Earth, he'll build them a bar.
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I'm glad they've not given up on Lee's bar then.
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Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,
Whilst I (my sovereign) watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour,
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But like a sad slave stay and think of nought
Save where you are, how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love, that in your Will,
Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.
In case you're wondering, I really know nothing about Shakespeare's sonnets. I was IMing her just now and asked and she sent it to me. Hee.
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*is not poking at essay, either. nope*
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I do my best work at, erm, work. ;)
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He is. And I hated him, in the beginning. But repeated listening has changed my view. I just... He doesn't make me want to write fic, but he makes me glad he's there.
It would be... very off. And strange. Heheheh. The Sekrit Diaries of Ellen Tigh, Powerbroker?
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I LOVE YOU BOTH
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