*brief pause for a fangirly moment*
So this happened.
And finally, three and a half years later, I feel a little bit of closure and can let go of my grudge regarding the finale of BSG.
If you've been with me that long, you know how I adored my BSG. And I have never, ever, rewatched the final season. The finale ticked me off that bad. Not that the entirety of it was bad, in fact one of my favorite moments of the whole series occurs in the last 30 minutes ("moonrise").
The last 20 minutes ruined me.
But the conversational thoughts above, what they were thinking, how they interpreted the scenes and the relationship, make me feel very warm and fuzzy and forgiving. I actually agree with them, especially Katee. (*cough* my giant girlcrush notwithstanding *cough*).
My babies.
I think I might need to purchase Season 4 now. All this time I've been pretending it ended at the end of Season 3. With a self-created bright shiny future epilogue in my head.
Which might still exist. Warm fuzzies or no.
/fangirly moment.
