otp: sine qua non

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You know, sometimes I wonder what home is. Is it an actual place? Or is it some kind of longing for something, some kind of connection? You know, I spent my whole life on Caprica. I was born in one house, and then I … I moved to another, and then, this. And then, now. I don’t think I’ve ever felt truly at home until these last few months, here, with you.

Because I can’t live without her
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Bill Adama (Battlestar Galactica, Sine Qua Non)

Trust Bill Adama to shatter your heart into pieces and leave you stunned and in admiration with just one dialogue. All it took him was one line to tell that Bill Adama had his limits. Laura Roslin was that. Sine Qua Non

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SO LONG WE BECOME THE FLOWERS - A mix for Roslin and Adama, and for the rest, life, and vulnerability that could perhaps only truly come before death. For the last leg of the journey home.

“We lay here for years or for hours
Your hand in my hand
So still and discreet
So long we become the flowers”

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This has always been one of my favorite Mary and EJo interviews. Incase you haven’t seen it before you must.

I love in how the first question EJo turns into the Adama/Roslin shipper that he is :)

When asked how what Adama’s biggest strength is and what his biggest weakness is ? (This interview seems to have been done around the post Hub era)

He responds saying that his biggest strength has been Laura and up until now (referring to Sine Qua Non) he didn’t realize his biggest weakness is also Laura.

And that is so true about his relationship with Laura. It is like fate had tied them together and the way their relationship had progressed over the season was beautiful. It was an emotional journey and the fact that Mary and EJo had an amazing chemistry just showed onscreen.

I’m hit by spaceparents feels again.

Romo Lampkin: I always imagined you a realist, Admiral, not one to indulge a vain hope at the cost of lives. But then, everyone has his limits. “Sine qua non”, as they say. 

Admiral Adama: “Without which not." 

Romo Lampkin: Yes. Those things we deem essential, without which we cannot bear living, without which life in general loses its specific value… becomes abstract.

- Battlestar Galactica - 4.08 ‘Sine Qua Non’

sine qua non

she had a reluctant sexuality like someone falling off a cliff
in slow motion, when she
kissed me I could feel drums everywhere
the night less lonely with her hands moving heart attack
patterns,
her californian skin something messy and radiant
while her lips dim with makeup
her feminine frame an accelerated love song from the window of a muscle car
when she leaned against me,
everything all noise 

or perhaps entered wholly as our sex life prospered never transcendent
she found my face an ugly skull peering out through sheltered dark
eyes,
she would sing like a bird in a cage whenever I touched
inside her,
expanses the greatest white fields of snow or shifting sands
devoid of travelers except myself  
she would sing so
sadly,
her bones brittle like her wings unable to fly away
I knew her an angel once
but now she’s gone,

she drew intricate patterns from my rib cage when she grabbed
my heart in a leviathan grip while she asked me childlike questions, “where
is the sun, what are the stars?”  while her trembling fingers
made my blood pump through
my body,
another organ in the body of space reactive
parental advisory stickers plastered all over her pornographic motions
as she went from hand to mouth to everywhere,
the infinite chasm of space tightened to a single moment of dilation
wandering between
the sensation of falling  

or when she left me for the party downstairs the noise insulated against
the warped covers of a bed,
I forgot why I ever went crazy for the sight of skin in the first place,
trying to resist my memory as the sunday school white
of her limber
physical artifice stretched artfully across 
diagonal fantasies well-lit by man’s eternal lusting nature, 
while I blinded myself
where the impossible had met the impressionable
in the taste of salt