One of the things that hits me the hardest from Oda's dying scene is how, despite Oda being the one dying, he is the one consoling Dazai. On one side you can see Dazai, vulnerable, lost, letting go of all his various facades, finally showing his true face of a scared kid for the first time his entire freaking life. On the other side you have Oda who, despite dying, will spend his last seconds advising his friend on the best route to take in order live happily, because even on his deathbed his friend's happiness is what matters to him the most. And there you have this man scared of living being comforted by a man who's dying and I think about it a lot
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you’re pretty screwed. - [02x19 - bsg, lay down your burdens]
saturnalia in space from scratch [22/24]
~ a bsg christmas calender by @madamairlock & @lalalauraroslin 💜💜
22. getting tipsy on eggnog and mulled wine
Laura giggled and pulled away from Billy, but he tightened his arm around her and sighed. He had made the mistake of letting her go once and she had nearly ran off, but he had been quick enough to catch her and pull her back at the last minute.
“Madam President.” He held back a groan when she tried to pull free for at least the fourth time in the few minutes they had been walking, his arm tightening around her waist.
Changing tactics, she wrapped her arm around his and leaned into him, her head resting against his much taller shoulder. It wasn’t as comfortable as walking with Bill, but she made do with her aide’s help. The moment he loosened his grip when they reached the first ladder, she tried to slip out of his grasp again.
“Madam President.” He looked at her, exasperation filling his voice and face. “Don’t make me call the Commander.”
She giggled and he was grateful the corridors were empty this late at night. He wasn’t sure what she had been drinking with Commander Adama, but he had a feeling they’d all regret it in the morning.
“Oh, Billy.” She smiled warmly and leaned into him again, her voice growing softer. “He had more to drink than I did!” Stifled giggles followed her words and she pulled back as far as she could.
“You know what?” He looked between the President and the ladder, and quickly decided it wasn’t worth it. “You’re staying here tonight. If the Commander can get you this drunk, he can sober you back up too.”
“I’m not drunk,” she argued immediately, but then paused to consider her words. “Slightly inebriated, maybe. Sober enough to remember that I need to be on Colonial One in the morning, even if I don’t remember the exact reason right now.”
“I’ll take care of it.” Billy pulled her closer again, slightly concerned she might just take off like an uncontrolled child.
By some miracle, he managed to guide her back to the Admiral’s quarters and saw her safely inside. Adama stoically—and barely holding back his own laughter—promised to take care of her and that was enough. Billy didn’t need or want to think about them any further and hurried back through the hatch, but hesitated before he walked away. He turned back to face the Marines and cleared his throat.
“Look, I know I can’t give you orders or anything,” he started, but the closer Marine interrupted him.
“We’ll make sure they stay inside.” They shared a knowing look and Billy nodded, relief coursing through him.
“Good luck. And thank you.” He turned away, not envious of the Marines’ jobs and grateful he only had to help clean up the mess in the morning.
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