"I put to my lips the hands of the man who killed my son."

[ninety6tears]

I absolutely hate that every once in a while I figure out that there is a Limp Bizkit song that I like. And that I've been listening to "Radio Is Dead" on repeat for like half an hour. And appreciating the irony that it was never a hit.
I'm recalling that my best friend's dad reportedly went through a Limp Bizkit phase, which is still funny.

I wish I had time to put up a big long reaction post after catching up on the episodes, but I will leave it at: CAPRICA IS GOOD. I haven't shipped an already married pairing so much like ever. Once upon a time I shipped Don/Betty, though :( Or is it Bettie. I think it's Betty.
Anyway, I'm starting to realize that grief is kind of an exceptionally interesting thing to me in terms of what fiction deals with. Obviously it's really hard to convey it as something other than a hard-to-watch angstfest, but when it's done well...Yes. BSG was always kind of intriguing to me in that it was basically an entire cast of grieving characters (+ Baltar? LOL) from the start. The opinions of other viewers that annoyed me the most were the ones that seemed to fail to take this into account.

And then of course exile/separation/expatriation/things-that-mean-you-can't-go-home-again which are always the perfect recipe for slightly angsty but golden character growth are like YES YES GRABBY HANDS GIVE IT TO ME YES.
And um, current plot bunny that I've been writing snippets of in the middle of my classes is sorta guilty of this tendency. FML, why can't I just write some fluff every once in a while.

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It's Betty. Who the hell is ever named Bettie? LOL.

FLUFF IS FOR THE WEAK.

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...That's 'cause she's just that cool.