They Turned Out The Lights.

This scene is beautiful for its subtly. 

In the last episode, these two had said some angry words: “You’re so afraid to live alone!  / “And you’re afraid to die that way!”

We needed to see them make-up, right?

Of course Laura will not die alone. Bill will be there, reading to her at her bedside, during every treatment. 

As always. 

The acting here is brilliant. GIFs cannot show this. There’s no dialogue beyond what Bill is reading in the book. But you can see Laura is grateful he’s there. He was right. She is scared to die.

And Bill is sorry. He’s telling her - through the book’s words - how much he loves her. 

She will never be alone. 

Because of him. 

She understands and smiles. 

Oh and the book?

Love & Bullets, by Nick Taylo, Chapter One. 

“It started like it always did. With a body. This one was in the river. I could tell she had once been beautiful, but this bullet and fast current had taken away from her. All we are, all that we think we are. All that we are certain about is taken away from us. 

When you’ve worked the streets and seen what I’ve seen, you become more and more convinced of it every day. Caprica City had been my teacher, my mistress. From the moment I open my eyes, she’s in my blood, like cheap wine.

Bitter and sweet, tinged with regret. I’ll never be free of her, nor do I want to be.

For she is what I am. All that is, should always be.”

There’s a reason these people are fucking stupid and proud of it.

double sigh

Sigh.

i get so happy when people that are new to fanfic writing, or just writing in general, post their work on ao3. despite their doubts, despite their fear of something so personal and vulnerable being perceived, they still press that button, and i turn into the equivalent to a proud mom cheering on the sidelines. like yes! you did that! your work is worth seeing! you deserve to share your passion for and be part of a community! i’m so proud of you!

For All Mankind - 3x05 and 4x04

Remote in my darkened exile, the days dragged by so slowly, without grace, without inspiration, without life, without tears, without love. Then my spirit woke and you, you appeared again, like a transient vision, like pure beauty’s spirit.

Oh, my God. That’s… beautiful. It really is. Identical on both sides.

Yes! 😍 le sigh

Thank you both!! 🥰

Good news, he ran away from the KGB, he's fine now

The real OTP commits to all four. (insp)