Sayer of Truths and Perv Rocket

tunefulcandour:

a-short-history-of-nothing:

thelizardgamer:

The latest rumors surrounding the Xbox One are that the demos that Microsoft allowed people to play on at E3 were not running on an Xbox One, but instead running on high-end PCs with Titan graphics cards.

If this is the case, they were running the games on a system that is around 3x faster than the Xbox One.

These rumors are backed up by images that clearly show a high-end desktop under the displays of the Xbox One stands at E3.

Its like a train wreck that you can’t look away from

E3 2013 continues to be the greatest soap opera of all time

racethewind10:

and the parallels, Pete’s physical makes him confront one element of his masculinity,and he does (with the grip and breaking down the door), and the artifact makes him confront one element of his past, and he confesses to Myka the most shameful thing he’s locked away, (the thing that represents the ‘Pete’ he never wanted her to know)., and Myka spends the episode searching for an artifact that goes after people’s moral weaknesses, the parts of them that they hide away (intentionally or because they can’t even face them themselves), but Myka’s already had to confront what she sees as her own failings, (with her father and about Sam and regarding her faith in Helena), and even though she breaks (and even changes) the rules when it means saving someone she loves, and she will go off the path charted by her normal moral center, Myka’s fight here isn’t about sin or wrongdoing., What she has to confront isn’t the past or conduct she regrets or is ashamed of., She has to hear the words that make her confront the truth she has been ignoring, that she is sick., that she could die., that her entire future (even if she lives) will be different., and this time the uncertainty about her future and how she will live her life doesn’t necessarily have to do with Helena’s presence(absence), and she won’t be able to confront cancer on her own, and she will need to tell Pete not something shameful from her past, the thing that frightens her the most — that she might not have a future, (with the family that matters, with Helena, with children?), Bering and Wells, and rocking the foundations on which they stand, over and over and over, (via typeytypeytypey)

seppius:

jaimelannister:

“If you think this has a happy ending, you haven’t been paying attention.”

#why do i even like this series

racethewind10:

stahmata:

We’re gonna have you come back and we’ll run a few tests, but in my experience… Myka? Myka, did you hear what I said? I said, we could be looking at ovarian cancer. I think we should discuss treatment options, Myka.

There is a place she goes sometimes, when she’s hit. Not physically. One of the things her Secret Service trainers always admired about her was her ability to take a physical hit and keep moving, keep fighting. 

Emotional hits are harder. Harder to take. Harder to get back up from. And she’s taken so many.

Sam. 

Helena’s betrayal. 

Helena’s fear. 

Helena. 

But always there had been the future and the possibility it held. She wasn’t H.G. to be obsessed with time, but Myka had always understood the need to look forward, to hope for something better. Always she had been able to see that future. 

It might have been blurry. It might have been vague and indistinct but it was bright. 

Only now the light was gone. 

Now the future was shrouded in darkness. She couldn’t see beyond the man standing in front of her with his clean white lab coat and his gentle expression. 

She couldn’t really see anything at all. 

She was in that place she went, when everything around her fell apart. Where there was no air and no light and no warmth. 

And no way out. 

ressick:

Myka…? Myka, did you hear what I said?

In the moment when her doctor’s words blur in her mind, Myka Bering says goodbye to one of the last hopes she’s held on to for the past year.  That little girl with straight dark hair, the one with green eyes that she sometimes sees in her dreams.  The one that takes fencing and kenpo classes, the one who lives in the B&B and knows the wonders of the Warehouse.  She says goodbye to that little girl and yet another part of her heart breaks off, crumbling to dust.

She knows that she’s been sick.  She knows she shouldn’t have ignored it for so long.  But she’s just been so very tired.  Tired of being alone.  Tired of taking the noble route when she had wanted to beg, or plead, or demand that Helena wake up and realize that the suburbs are no place for H.G. Wells.  No place for one of the greatest minds in history.  No place for Helena to use as an escape from the very real fear of loving another human being.  Instead she had given Helena the time, and freedom, to come to that realization on her own.  And now time was against them, once more.  

But now, in the exam room, back in real clothes after the indignity of that hideous paper gown, now, faced with her own mortality and the long road to only the possibility of recovery before her, all Myka Bering can think of is that little girl she’ll never get to meet now.  Oh, she knows the options.  Cryo storage of either eggs or embryos.  But those methods aren’t perfect, and if she needs to have a hysterectomy?  Well.  Can’t incubate a baby without one.  And so she says goodbye to that little girl.  Says goodbye to the little girl who in her dreams likes to pretend she’s an investigator, like her mothers.

As her doctor starts to drone on about treatment options, Myka Bering says goodbye to Detective Bering-Wells.  And a part of her is unsure if she really wants to go on without that bright future she dreams about ahead of her.  Helena is gone.  And now so is that dream-daughter they would have been so happy to love.  But Myka is more than the sum of her dreams and wants.  She’ll fight to live.  She just isn’t sure why anymore.