Peter: I found one. It’s perfect. Brookline. Center hall. Two stories.
Olivia: Peter…
Peter: I just figured, after everything that we’ve been through in the last couple of days—
Well, hell, the last couple of years—I thought we deserved a little bit of normal.
Olivia: It’s— it’s perfect.
Peter: I suppose that he was right. The observer. That in every version of the future, you had to die. But I never want to lose you again. What? You’re okay, right? I mean, the doctor didn’t tell you anything else.
Olivia: Actually, he did.
Peter: What?
Olivia: Peter, I’m pregnant.
(Source: demycrawley)
Wanted to begin my blog with my first attempt at Vogon Poetry. Remember the whole point of this poetry is that it’s supposed to be the third worst in the universe. So here it is!
Ode to the Ladybug Rotting in the Sewer Pipes.
“Ugh” shrieked Fattybits Grumblyhump as a fetid, sludgy plasma-like…
Strawberry milkshake sketch! Happy #FRINGE Friday everyone!!
Olivia Dunham’s near death experiences
“I came to tell you… I have looked at all possible futures… and in every one, the result is the same. You have to die.”
(Source: detectivedunham)
Via Anna Torv Online at annatorv.com
