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in the honor of literally everything else being down
hello LJ my old friend, I can't believe how much my life has changed since I last posted here. well damn.
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fic: rough winds do shake (1/1)
Title: Rough Winds Do Shake
Rating: T
Word Count: 1,890
Warnings: None
Summary: In the immediate aftermath of the destruction of Cloud Nine, Bill and Laura are together in his quarters.
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( Love, another thing like a fragile, shattering flower. ) -
fic: one cannot begin it too soon (1/1)
Title: One Cannot Begin it Too Soon
Rating: T
Word Count: ~700
Warnings: None
Summary: “Aerilons have good poetry.” He pulled an earlier verse from his head, his lips around her earlobe proving a good conductor for the memory. An early morning on New Caprica, for citiesofcolor, who wanted AR + Yeats. All lines are taken from "Brown Penny."
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Fic: tombs and other resting places (1/1)
Title: tombs and other resting places
Rating: M
Word Count: ~3,100
Warnings: Character Death
Summary: Where you die, I will die, and there I will be buried. Life, and death, on Earth. (Post-series. Major thanks to my beta, headtriphoney. And to citiesofcolor, for letting me reduce her to Bill-Adama-Throwing-Paint levels of emotion.)
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( He builds the cabin; she rests nearby, but she is as far from him as the east is from the west. ) -
Fic: Home and Hearth (1/1)
Title: Home and Hearth
Rating: MA
Word Count: ~3000
Warnings: None.
Summary: Bill began building his home in Laura far earlier than he had realized. It's morning on New Caprica, and the Admiral is grounded. This fic is 99% the fault of raquel2315.
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( Bill had been awake for half an hour at most, his time spent in the study of the woman sleeping next to him. ) -
Fic: our altar to false gods (1/1)
Title: Our Altar to False Gods
Rating: T
Word Count: ~1100
Disclaimer: Just playing around in the sandbox... not making them any happier by doing so, but um let's not talk about that. Also one line belongs to Mumford & Sons... from the song I was listening to on repeat while writing.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Laura Roslin had meant to die alone. ( Read more... ) -
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This probably seems so ridiculously pretentious but I wanted to write a little piece on Birdie's characterization for my own reference before I get in too deep into Down the Sky and it's just easier to post it here than on tumblr. So here we go. (Spoilers for the entire fic, if you're actually reading it and care about staying unspoiled.)We meet ( Read more... ) -
The Weight of Us (1/1)
Title: The Weight of Us
Rating: M
Word Count: 4.2k
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing around in the sandbox for a bit.
Warnings: Graphic Violence, Torture
A/N: I understand that this is extremely sensitive material, and if you think that I wrote torture in a way that feels exploitative or problematic, please do not hesitate to let me know, either ( Read more... )