I have always felt like Emma is an overgrown teenager. Whenever I don’t know what to do with her, I think what would a 14-year-old-boy do?
- Jennifer Morrison (via storybrookemirror)

cacchieressa:

# steve rogers demands an explanation for this bullshit


Warehouse 13: “The One You Love” advert 

karatam:

dealanexmachina:

deftmegalodon:

one_you_love1

The agents must all race to save their loved ones after Brother Adrian (Brent Spiner) sends deadly artifacts to Myka’s (Joanne Kelly) pregnant sister (Amy Acker), Pete’s (Eddie McClintock) ex-wife (Jeri Ryan) and Claudia’s (Allison Scagliotti) brother; Mrs. Frederic (CCH Pounder) and Steve (Aaron Ashmore) uncover an impossible secret in the Vatican.

AMY ACKER PLAYS MYKA’S ‘PERFECT’ SISTER.

AMY ACKER WHY U SO PERFECT AND IN ALL MY SCI-FI SHOWS?

I LIKE HOW THEY DIDN’T MENTION TYLER HYNES’S NAME. SORRY, TYLER.

WAIT WHAT. AMY ACKER IS TRACY. 

THIS SHOW AND ITS CASTING DIRECTOR.

WHAT

DID THE CASTING DIRECTOR MAKE A DEAL WITH THE SCI-FI GODS?

jamesvega:

Fringe Meme | one episode:

  • “Marionette”
You know what Barrett said? He said that he looked into her eyes, and he knew that it wasn’t her. I understand the facts. I know that she had reams of information about me and about my life and about the people that were close to me. And I understand that if she slipped up that she would have a completely reasonable explanation for it. And I guess to expect you to have seen past that is perhaps asking a little bit too much. But when I was over there, I thought about you. And you were just a figment of my imagination. But I held onto you, and it wasn’t reasonable, and it wasn’t logical, but I did it, so… why didn’t you? She wasn’t me. How could you not see that? Now she’s everywhere. She’s in my house, my job, my bed, and I don’t want to wear my clothes anymore, and I don’t want to live in my apartment, and I don’t want to be with you. She’s taken everything.
liminalzone: :D :D :D

liminalzone:

:D :D :D

verogeller: Why Dana Delany wins at life

verogeller:

Why Dana Delany wins at life

avatar-parallels: Wow, this is perfect. 

avatar-parallels:

Wow, this is perfect. 

quigonejinn: prosodi: destronomics: amonitrate: can we use this somehow in the g!holmes AU? who is Daniel Craig in that ‘verse? Oh wait, naturally he is Irene Adler. amy I love you, I love you amy. Oh my god I would like to subscribe to this newsletter. SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS.   SCREAMING AT THE TOP. OF MY. MOTHERFUCKING LUNGS.  To Holmes, he was always that man.  I have seldom heard her mention him under any other name. To her, he eclipses and predominated the whole of his sex, as well as his profession: it was not that she felt any emotion akin to love for Rene Adler.  All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to her cold, precise but admirably balanced mind.  Nor was it a fear of how others might perceive her as less and weaker: Holmes was the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen, but as a lover, she would have placed himself in a false position. She never spoke of the softer passions, save with a gibe and a sneer. They were admirable things for the observer — excellent for drawing the veil from the motives and actions of others. But for the trained reasoner to admit such intrusions into her own delicate and finely adjusted temperament was to introduce a distracting factor which might throw a doubt upon all his mental results. Grit in a sensitive instrument, or a crack in one of her own high-power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as hers. And yet there was but one man to her, and that man was the late Rene Adler, of dubious and questionable memory.

quigonejinn:

prosodi:

destronomics:

amonitrate:

can we use this somehow in the g!holmes AU? who is Daniel Craig in that ‘verse? Oh wait, naturally he is Irene Adler.

amy I love you, I love you amy.

Oh my god I would like to subscribe to this newsletter.

SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS.  

SCREAMING AT THE TOP. OF MY. MOTHERFUCKING LUNGS. 

To Holmes, he was always that man.  I have seldom heard her mention him under any other name. To her, he eclipses and predominated the whole of his sex, as well as his profession: it was not that she felt any emotion akin to love for Rene Adler.  All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to her cold, precise but admirably balanced mind.  Nor was it a fear of how others might perceive her as less and weaker: Holmes was the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen, but as a lover, she would have placed himself in a false position. She never spoke of the softer passions, save with a gibe and a sneer. They were admirable things for the observer — excellent for drawing the veil from the motives and actions of others. But for the trained reasoner to admit such intrusions into her own delicate and finely adjusted temperament was to introduce a distracting factor which might throw a doubt upon all his mental results. Grit in a sensitive instrument, or a crack in one of her own high-power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as hers.

And yet there was but one man to her, and that man was the late Rene Adler, of dubious and questionable memory.