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bored.
So bored, I'm randomly spamming the entirety of my Notes At Work from yesterday.
May contain spoilers for BSG, Farscape, and SG-1.
6/19
Oh, Kara, your soul-pain is so DEEP. *emo-tear*
-
Anders is a Lee!clone. I've seen this sentiment many places--that he's basically just Lee-lite, looks like Lee, makes Kara think of Lee. Is Kara's substitute for Lee. You name it, it's probably been said.
Because, obviously, it isn't that Kara happens to just have a type. Certainly, the small amount of canon evidence we have for past lovers doesn't support any sort of preference for men with dark hair and decent physiques.
Obviously, Baltar is the exception. He's not cut like a Greek god.
Let's review canon's sexual partners.
Baltar, Zak, Anders. Lee, almost. She eyed the Pegasus CAG up and down, as well (he was also dark-haired, for those keeping score at home).
Characteristics they share: all dark-haired. All decently built.
That's about where the similarities end. Their personalities range the spectrum. Zak is an eager, mediocre pilot who's constantly trying to please his dad, who wants desperately to be a pilot (he might be selfish, a brat, etc, as well). Baltar is a narcissistic sex maniac who sees things. Lee has a stick up his ass. Anders is light-hearted, generally calm, and rather nice.
Out of all of them, Baltar is the exception to both the short hair AND the Built Like a God rules.
So, really, Kara's frakking all of these guys to keep her love for Gaius a secret.
If Anders is a Lee!clone, then where are his daddy issues?
Where is his utter belief that Kara is a frak-up, always has been and always will be?
Because, unlike Lee, Anders believes in Kara. Thinks she's doing the right thing, that she can accomplish her mission. He doesn't automatically assumed she screwed up. Please see the mini-series for Lee's confirming that he expects Kara in the brig. And often. Also see Captains' Hand where he automatically assumes she's at fault.
=-=-
Dude. The 80's music is Bear Mcreary doing Justin Haywood. BSG meets Star Cops. HAHAHAH. OMG. OMG. That would be so frakkin' awesome. Nathan Springer, ambassador of Earth?
..Kenzy/Starbuck.
=-=-
Nathan Springer was not, in the norm, an impatient man. He wasn't precisely patient, but he did understand that some things took time to do.
However, Pal Kenzy could drive a buddhist monk to murder.
"Kenzy."
She ignored the warning in his tone, and snapped, "I'm just saying that, I don't think it's fair."
"You don't, do you? Well, how would you like me to make you third shift super. Would that suit your need to be in charge?"
"Oh, bloody great. Put your most effective copper on the shift where nothin' happens."
=-
He wasn't the one supposed to die.
Not with his youth, and his inexperience and his exuberance and joy.
It was supposed to be her.
She was slated from the beginning, she fulfilled her role.
She expected to die, expected him to carry on her legacy.
This is the gods' tally, she thinks, sometimes. His life for hers. Her life for his.
It wasn't fair.
Never was, never is, and the rate of attrition never quite stops.
Sometimes, she watches the other children, and almost calculates the kind of adults they'll grow into. None of them come close to him.
=-=-
HAHAHAH. Leela as a member of Caprica's resistance?
"They bleed?" Leela brightened and fingered the hilt of her knife, "Then killing them shall not be hard."
=-=-
Their fourth fight was Kara's fault. Not that she'd admit it.
"Hey." Anders wandered into the room that had been Lee's office and was now hers. He dropped a kiss on her head and eyed the paperwork on the table.
"Hey."
=-=-=
"It's good to know we understand each other, Admiral." Nathan said smoothly.
=-=-=-
Chief's from Geminon, but he seems to be part of Doc Cottle's underground railroad....
The chick is Shark, the guy is Buster.
-==--=
"Sir. Shouldn't we tell Captain Thrace?"
Garner speared the man with a look, "Is Captain Thrace a member of this crew?"
"No, sir," the man looked confused and a little apprehensive.
"Do we share information about our activities with those outside this crew, Petty Officer?"
"No, sir." Except the Admiral, but he was the frakking admiral.
"Then you have your answer, don't you."
"Yes, sir."
-=-=-
Didn't someone do a Garner ep-thingie? Called Errors in Judgement, maybe? Hrm.
---
The crew of the Pegasus really doesn't understand the Galactica. Oh, they get the part where it's a job and stuff. But they don't get the weariness, the sense that this is all senseless. As far as Pegasus is concerned, the war is a blast. The war means killing cylons.
It means losing, sometimes.
But the Pegasus likes to win. Always plays to win.
-=-
You know, unlike Incubator, Downloaded doesn't make me cringe and reach for the vodka. No one should be forced to watch Incubator. Downloaded... well, it's at least better than it could have been.
-=-=-
She's been angry for so long she doesn't know how to be otherwise.
It's easier to ignore them, because if she doesn't, the anger gains a hold on her. It hurts, though. Hurts in a way she never thought it could.
=-=-
technically, Anders and crew are terrorists. HAHAHAH. They are the Blake's 7 of the colonies!
Mom has been planning the babynapping for a while, hasn't she.
How many times has D died? She's a little whacked in the head, y'know. Maybe she likes the thrill of dying and coming back. OMG there's a fic idea to poke at.
The cylons = missionaries to the stars, zomg. *snicker*
--
Suicide is a sin in the eyes of God.
But she isn't really dying, isn't really going to some place that doesn't exist. She's returning to a new body. Getting a new lease on life.
Just one more, she sometimes thinks. One more, and it will be enough. She'll adjust and be like the others.
Conform.
None of them have realized that she takes the dangerous missions on purpose. That she walks a not-so-fine line until the resistance spots her.
Then the bullets fly.
She can feel every shot she's ever taken tearing through her flesh when she wakes.
Sometimes, she doesn't want to wake fully.
It wasn't until the third time she died that she recognized her own pattern of behavior. Self-destruction is also a sin, in God's eyes.
Waking staring at herself, watching them all welcome her back, she felt a curious sense of dislocation.
I want to die.
She never says it aloud. Never thinks it where they might hear--surface thoughts can become broadcast
Once noticed, the pattern is unavoidable. And hard to conceal. She tries, though. And succeeds more than she thinks she should.
There's no shrink to catch a cylon in the act.
After all, dying in the service of the glorious cause is where it's at.
=-=-
fictitle: With Captain Jack You Get Egg-roll
=-=-
Starbuck is drunk off her ass and falling over when the cylons attack. The call to action-stations rings loudly through the ship. Around her, pilots and deck crew spring into action. Starbuck just laughs and stays where she is, watching the room spin, just a little.
"Kara!"
"Hey, Lee." She grins stupidly at him, "Come to join the party?"
"I need you in a bird, Kara. Now."
"'M Drunk, Lee." She leans closer, breath wafting out, full of alcohol and cigar smoke. "See? Drunk."
"I can see. I don't care. Cottle gave me special dispensation to use stims when I need to." He holds out a hand, two white pills sitting in the palm. "Take these, you'll be fine in two minutes."
"No. Lee, no. I won't." And Kara is suddenly serious. "You can't put me, drunk and wired into a viper, Lee."
"I can and I will. Or the cylons will kick our ass completely."
"One pilot is not going to make a difference! I'm a liability!"
"DO as you're told, Captain!"
"Sir, yes, sir." She snarls, grabbing the pills from his hand. This is a bad idea. This is a really bad idea.
Helo pops back into the room and grabs her, "C'mon, Kara. Get you to a bunk--"
"No. Flight deck. The CAG insists."
=-
May contain spoilers for BSG, Farscape, and SG-1.
6/19
Oh, Kara, your soul-pain is so DEEP. *emo-tear*
-
Anders is a Lee!clone. I've seen this sentiment many places--that he's basically just Lee-lite, looks like Lee, makes Kara think of Lee. Is Kara's substitute for Lee. You name it, it's probably been said.
Because, obviously, it isn't that Kara happens to just have a type. Certainly, the small amount of canon evidence we have for past lovers doesn't support any sort of preference for men with dark hair and decent physiques.
Obviously, Baltar is the exception. He's not cut like a Greek god.
Let's review canon's sexual partners.
Baltar, Zak, Anders. Lee, almost. She eyed the Pegasus CAG up and down, as well (he was also dark-haired, for those keeping score at home).
Characteristics they share: all dark-haired. All decently built.
That's about where the similarities end. Their personalities range the spectrum. Zak is an eager, mediocre pilot who's constantly trying to please his dad, who wants desperately to be a pilot (he might be selfish, a brat, etc, as well). Baltar is a narcissistic sex maniac who sees things. Lee has a stick up his ass. Anders is light-hearted, generally calm, and rather nice.
Out of all of them, Baltar is the exception to both the short hair AND the Built Like a God rules.
So, really, Kara's frakking all of these guys to keep her love for Gaius a secret.
If Anders is a Lee!clone, then where are his daddy issues?
Where is his utter belief that Kara is a frak-up, always has been and always will be?
Because, unlike Lee, Anders believes in Kara. Thinks she's doing the right thing, that she can accomplish her mission. He doesn't automatically assumed she screwed up. Please see the mini-series for Lee's confirming that he expects Kara in the brig. And often. Also see Captains' Hand where he automatically assumes she's at fault.
=-=-
Dude. The 80's music is Bear Mcreary doing Justin Haywood. BSG meets Star Cops. HAHAHAH. OMG. OMG. That would be so frakkin' awesome. Nathan Springer, ambassador of Earth?
..Kenzy/Starbuck.
=-=-
Nathan Springer was not, in the norm, an impatient man. He wasn't precisely patient, but he did understand that some things took time to do.
However, Pal Kenzy could drive a buddhist monk to murder.
"Kenzy."
She ignored the warning in his tone, and snapped, "I'm just saying that, I don't think it's fair."
"You don't, do you? Well, how would you like me to make you third shift super. Would that suit your need to be in charge?"
"Oh, bloody great. Put your most effective copper on the shift where nothin' happens."
=-
He wasn't the one supposed to die.
Not with his youth, and his inexperience and his exuberance and joy.
It was supposed to be her.
She was slated from the beginning, she fulfilled her role.
She expected to die, expected him to carry on her legacy.
This is the gods' tally, she thinks, sometimes. His life for hers. Her life for his.
It wasn't fair.
Never was, never is, and the rate of attrition never quite stops.
Sometimes, she watches the other children, and almost calculates the kind of adults they'll grow into. None of them come close to him.
=-=-
HAHAHAH. Leela as a member of Caprica's resistance?
"They bleed?" Leela brightened and fingered the hilt of her knife, "Then killing them shall not be hard."
=-=-
Their fourth fight was Kara's fault. Not that she'd admit it.
"Hey." Anders wandered into the room that had been Lee's office and was now hers. He dropped a kiss on her head and eyed the paperwork on the table.
"Hey."
=-=-=
"It's good to know we understand each other, Admiral." Nathan said smoothly.
=-=-=-
Chief's from Geminon, but he seems to be part of Doc Cottle's underground railroad....
The chick is Shark, the guy is Buster.
-==--=
"Sir. Shouldn't we tell Captain Thrace?"
Garner speared the man with a look, "Is Captain Thrace a member of this crew?"
"No, sir," the man looked confused and a little apprehensive.
"Do we share information about our activities with those outside this crew, Petty Officer?"
"No, sir." Except the Admiral, but he was the frakking admiral.
"Then you have your answer, don't you."
"Yes, sir."
-=-=-
Didn't someone do a Garner ep-thingie? Called Errors in Judgement, maybe? Hrm.
---
The crew of the Pegasus really doesn't understand the Galactica. Oh, they get the part where it's a job and stuff. But they don't get the weariness, the sense that this is all senseless. As far as Pegasus is concerned, the war is a blast. The war means killing cylons.
It means losing, sometimes.
But the Pegasus likes to win. Always plays to win.
-=-
You know, unlike Incubator, Downloaded doesn't make me cringe and reach for the vodka. No one should be forced to watch Incubator. Downloaded... well, it's at least better than it could have been.
-=-=-
She's been angry for so long she doesn't know how to be otherwise.
It's easier to ignore them, because if she doesn't, the anger gains a hold on her. It hurts, though. Hurts in a way she never thought it could.
=-=-
technically, Anders and crew are terrorists. HAHAHAH. They are the Blake's 7 of the colonies!
Mom has been planning the babynapping for a while, hasn't she.
How many times has D died? She's a little whacked in the head, y'know. Maybe she likes the thrill of dying and coming back. OMG there's a fic idea to poke at.
The cylons = missionaries to the stars, zomg. *snicker*
--
Suicide is a sin in the eyes of God.
But she isn't really dying, isn't really going to some place that doesn't exist. She's returning to a new body. Getting a new lease on life.
Just one more, she sometimes thinks. One more, and it will be enough. She'll adjust and be like the others.
Conform.
None of them have realized that she takes the dangerous missions on purpose. That she walks a not-so-fine line until the resistance spots her.
Then the bullets fly.
She can feel every shot she's ever taken tearing through her flesh when she wakes.
Sometimes, she doesn't want to wake fully.
It wasn't until the third time she died that she recognized her own pattern of behavior. Self-destruction is also a sin, in God's eyes.
Waking staring at herself, watching them all welcome her back, she felt a curious sense of dislocation.
I want to die.
She never says it aloud. Never thinks it where they might hear--surface thoughts can become broadcast
Once noticed, the pattern is unavoidable. And hard to conceal. She tries, though. And succeeds more than she thinks she should.
There's no shrink to catch a cylon in the act.
After all, dying in the service of the glorious cause is where it's at.
=-=-
fictitle: With Captain Jack You Get Egg-roll
=-=-
Starbuck is drunk off her ass and falling over when the cylons attack. The call to action-stations rings loudly through the ship. Around her, pilots and deck crew spring into action. Starbuck just laughs and stays where she is, watching the room spin, just a little.
"Kara!"
"Hey, Lee." She grins stupidly at him, "Come to join the party?"
"I need you in a bird, Kara. Now."
"'M Drunk, Lee." She leans closer, breath wafting out, full of alcohol and cigar smoke. "See? Drunk."
"I can see. I don't care. Cottle gave me special dispensation to use stims when I need to." He holds out a hand, two white pills sitting in the palm. "Take these, you'll be fine in two minutes."
"No. Lee, no. I won't." And Kara is suddenly serious. "You can't put me, drunk and wired into a viper, Lee."
"I can and I will. Or the cylons will kick our ass completely."
"One pilot is not going to make a difference! I'm a liability!"
"DO as you're told, Captain!"
"Sir, yes, sir." She snarls, grabbing the pills from his hand. This is a bad idea. This is a really bad idea.
Helo pops back into the room and grabs her, "C'mon, Kara. Get you to a bunk--"
"No. Flight deck. The CAG insists."
=-
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If I see one more fic mention how Anders looks like Lee, I will hurt someone. I've always had a hunch that Anders is most similar to Zak in personality.
Although I do so love this is all Kara's way of suppressing her love for Baltar.
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This frightens me, and makes me glad I avoid the hell out of most fic with Anders in it.
IT IS. And I should write Kara/Baltar rematch fic (Y'know, he was all, "I think I'm in love with her" during season two and then got distracted by Gina. hrm)