I can see you didn’t bring your bowling shoes. That’s gonna be a problem if you intend to break a hundred.

(via amatesura)






I understand that you think I acted too emotionally. Putting aside the fact that men always say that about women they work with, I’ll get straight to the point: I am emotional. I do bring it into my work. It’s what motivates me.

I understand that you think I acted too emotionally. Putting aside the fact that men always say that about women they work with, I’ll get straight to the point: I am emotional. I do bring it into my work. It’s what motivates me.













wobbledygook:

One OLIVIA DUNHAM cap per episode - 3x20 6:02 AM EST

wobbledygook:

One OLIVIA DUNHAM cap per episode - 3x20 6:02 AM EST



wildheart71:

Fringe Season 6 - Nina
“Mommy Mommy!” Her voice is barely audible over the rattling of her plastic booster seat on the oak chair, even strapped down for dinner the child has trouble keeping still. Olivia answers without looking up, occupied with her task of cutting up child-sized bites of chicken,
“Yes Etta?” 
“When can Gramma Nina come to visit?” Olivia smiles, Etta is quite taken with Nina, the older woman had made herself available a lot more after they lost Walter to the future, and Nina was just as smitten with the precocious little bishop. It was a comfort, both that Etta would have more family around and that - while Olivia still couldn’t remember all they shared together- she could still give Nina a sense of family. And sometimes, when Nina lets Etta play with her robotic arm or reads her a story, sometimes she almost remembers. Flashes of yet another life to assimilate into her psyche.
“How about we invite her to dinner next week when she gets back from her trip to Tokyo?”
Etta grins widely, a bit of mashed potatoes stuck to the corner of her jaw, “Do you think Gramma Nina will bring me a present from her trip?!”
Olivia smiles, shaking her head in amusement, “When doesn’t she?”
written by Gigi
For etta—bishop

wildheart71:

Fringe Season 6 - Nina

“Mommy Mommy!” Her voice is barely audible over the rattling of her plastic booster seat on the oak chair, even strapped down for dinner the child has trouble keeping still. Olivia answers without looking up, occupied with her task of cutting up child-sized bites of chicken,

“Yes Etta?” 

“When can Gramma Nina come to visit?” Olivia smiles, Etta is quite taken with Nina, the older woman had made herself available a lot more after they lost Walter to the future, and Nina was just as smitten with the precocious little bishop. It was a comfort, both that Etta would have more family around and that - while Olivia still couldn’t remember all they shared together- she could still give Nina a sense of family. And sometimes, when Nina lets Etta play with her robotic arm or reads her a story, sometimes she almost remembers. Flashes of yet another life to assimilate into her psyche.

“How about we invite her to dinner next week when she gets back from her trip to Tokyo?”

Etta grins widely, a bit of mashed potatoes stuck to the corner of her jaw, “Do you think Gramma Nina will bring me a present from her trip?!”

Olivia smiles, shaking her head in amusement, “When doesn’t she?”

written by Gigi

For etta—bishop