sayingcosmic: Source: Peter Chung“You do not exist.”

sayingcosmic:

Source: Peter Chung
“You do not exist.”

9 Jun 2012 / Reblogged from sayingcosmic with 25 notes / #Peter Chung #Æon Flux #TV #Eye #SayingCosmic 

Oh harro Harrow. 

Oh harro Harrow. 

Lost Girl, Season 2, Episode 02: I Fought the Fae (and the Fae Won). Kenzi: How much fun would this be, huh? Feasting and hunting stags and kilts and bangers and mash and Mary Poppins.Bo: Are you feeling okay?Kenzi: I’m all out of British crap. You win.Bo: I always do.

Lost Girl, Season 2, Episode 02: I Fought the Fae (and the Fae Won).

Kenzi: How much fun would this be, huh? Feasting and hunting stags and kilts and bangers and mash and Mary Poppins.
Bo: Are you feeling okay?
Kenzi: I’m all out of British crap. You win.
Bo: I always do.

I should be downloading Game of Thrones right now…

Post 500 = Anna Torv wearing glasses appreciation. Enough said.

Post 500 = Anna Torv wearing glasses appreciation. Enough said.


19 Mar 2011 / Reblogged from alittlelights with 147 notes / #Anna Torv #Fringe #TV Show #TV #Glasses #gif #Bellivia 

Okay, so Mr. Sunshine has Allison Janney punching Smurfs. Such an entertaining 20 minutes of the week.

Okay, so Mr. Sunshine has Allison Janney punching Smurfs. Such an entertaining 20 minutes of the week.

West Wing, Season 6, Episode 10: Faith-Based Initiative. C.J.: What are you, like, 4’ 10”?Annabeth:  Me? I’m 4’ 11”.C.J.: I can’t believe we’re the same species. C.J. and Annabeth walking the halls of the West Wing will be forever brilliant.

West Wing, Season 6, Episode 10: Faith-Based Initiative.

C.J.: What are you, like, 4’ 10”?
Annabeth:  Me? I’m 4’ 11”.
C.J.: I can’t believe we’re the same species.

C.J. and Annabeth walking the halls of the West Wing will be forever brilliant.

The Shield, Season 7, Episode 11: Petty Cash.   Vic: The edge is where we live, all of us, all the time. People try to convince themselves otherwise is just an exercise in self-deception.Beltran: Philosopher?Vic: Former cop. Same deal, less horseshit.

The Shield, Season 7, Episode 11: Petty Cash.

 

Vic: The edge is where we live, all of us, all the time. People try to convince themselves otherwise is just an exercise in self-deception.
Beltran: Philosopher?
Vic: Former cop. Same deal, less horseshit.
Carnivale - Season 2, Episode 1 - Los Moscos. Wilford introduces himself, and as he moves to shake hands, we see a wee penknife concealed (sort of) in his hand. When Justin reaches his hand out, Wilford grabs it and slices Justin’s palm. No blue goo; just the usual red stuff. Justin yells and pulls away. Wilford manages a frightened “I must have been mistak—” before Justin grabs him by the lapels and hurls him into Spooky-tree-land, complete with orange sky and Nirvana lighting. Wilford looks understandably surprised as a black-eyed Justin hisses, “No, you’re not.” Heh. Wilford burbles, “You bleed like a man — he’s still alive!” Justin asks who’s still alive, and Wilford recites, “By the hand of the prince the prophet dies. Upon his death the prince shall rise.” Prince of Swords, I assume. Justin — who probably prefers ribald limericks to rhyming couplets — does an exasperated head-shake and roars, “Stop babbling and tell me who!” But Wilford just annotates himself, citing the Gospel of Matthias. (Chapter 3, verses 26-28, if you want to read along in your nonexistent home copy.) Wilford tells Justin, “You have to kill him with your own hands.” Who? Guess. “Scudder.” Justin asks what happens then, and Wilford says, “You’ll be the prophet. The Usher.” Justin smiles briefly at the idea of getting a boutonniere and showing everyone to their seats, and then hurls Wilford back into KZAK’s lobby. Justin repeats, “Henry Scudder,” and Wilford scrambles across the floor, reaches into his bag, and pulls out a copy of the Gospel of Matthias http://www.televisionwithoutpity.com/show/carnivale/los_moscos.php?page=9

Carnivale - Season 2, Episode 1 - Los Moscos.

Wilford introduces himself, and as he moves to shake hands, we see a wee penknife concealed (sort of) in his hand. When Justin reaches his hand out, Wilford grabs it and slices Justin’s palm. No blue goo; just the usual red stuff. Justin yells and pulls away. Wilford manages a frightened “I must have been mistak—” before Justin grabs him by the lapels and hurls him into Spooky-tree-land, complete with orange sky and Nirvana lighting. Wilford looks understandably surprised as a black-eyed Justin hisses, “No, you’re not.” Heh. Wilford burbles, “You bleed like a man — he’s still alive!” Justin asks who’s still alive, and Wilford recites, “By the hand of the prince the prophet dies. Upon his death the prince shall rise.” Prince of Swords, I assume. Justin — who probably prefers ribald limericks to rhyming couplets — does an exasperated head-shake and roars, “Stop babbling and tell me who!” But Wilford just annotates himself, citing the Gospel of Matthias. (Chapter 3, verses 26-28, if you want to read along in your nonexistent home copy.) Wilford tells Justin, “You have to kill him with your own hands.” Who? Guess. “Scudder.” Justin asks what happens then, and Wilford says, “You’ll be the prophet. The Usher.” Justin smiles briefly at the idea of getting a boutonniere and showing everyone to their seats, and then hurls Wilford back into KZAK’s lobby. Justin repeats, “Henry Scudder,” and Wilford scrambles across the floor, reaches into his bag, and pulls out a copy of the Gospel of Matthias

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