Tatiana Maslany gives us the scoop on the “Orphan Black” clones and Cosima’s bisexuality
I feel really lucky to get to work with Evelyne (Delphine). I’ve been a fan of hers for a long time, way before we started filming, it was very easy to fall for her.
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Down to the Sea, Clovelly, England
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Film Noir for (Eternal) Bering and Wells AU Week
Super Moon
— June 23, 2013
Be sure to look out for the Moon these next few months as it approaches Perigee, because the full moons during these times will appear exceptionally large. The Moon will be at its Perigee, or closest approach, in June 23 and it will reach full moon only a few minutes after it passes this point in its orbit.
These ‘super moons’ not only appear larger because they are physically closer but, combined with a full moon, the mind can play tricks on you to think they are much larger. This phenomena is called the Moon Illusion. Try to catch these full moons as they rise/set because the illusion works when there is an object in the foreground, like a tree, building or mountains.
Heracleion, Lost Egyptian City Revealed After 1,200 Years Under Sea.
That last shot of the stone stela coming out of the water. Wow. I was expecting it to be covered with sediments and other sea life stuff, but no! It’s pristine looking!
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Amanda Tapping by the ever fabulous Dennys Ilic
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Personaje: Mujer Maravilla
Titulo: DC Comics
When she pulled back from Claudia’s enthusiastic hug, Myka’s eyes eagerly searched for Helena.
Two days away from home.
After enduring the forced separation period due to Helena’s mission with the Astrolabe, for Myka, the memory of not being with her was painful and unnerving. She still could not keep away the fear of losing Helena again.
Myka looked questioningly at Claudia, who was cuddled with Steve, as she teased Pete about some nonsense. The young agent and Helena had stayed to improve the Warehouse’s generators. Helena’s idea, modernized by Claudia, and after a short fight, approved by Artie.
“We arrived just now. H.G. should be in the shower,” Claudia answered the unspoken question.
Myka smiled with a nod of thanks and ran to the stairs. Although tired, she took the steps two at a time, and reaching her goal, she opened the door, trying to keep her enthusiasm in check. Myka did not want to scare Helena with her abrupt appearance, despite suspecting that she had heard their noise, downstairs.
As she entered the bedroom, however, was Myka who found herself surprised.
She let her bag thud down on the floor, her lips pursed, as she stared, with a mixture of admiration and apprehension, at the beautiful work of art near the window.
Myka recognized it immediately.
Now intrigued, she walked slowly to the old chess table. Hesitantly, she ran her fingertips over the polished wood surface and admired the details of the pieces in bronze.
“Hello, darling,” Myka heard the soft British voice, while arms slid around her waist from behind. Helena kissed her neck, and smiled, feeling her girlfriend’s body relax and lean more against hers.
Myka turned in the embrace, facing the other woman. “Hey…” She smiled warmly and linked their lips.
After a few more kisses and tender caresses, arms around each other, the two turned to the table.
“I used my current good relationship with the Regents and made a request,” Helena said facetiously. “As the table was not in ‘my’ museum in London…” She shrugged.
They were silent for a while, until Helena turn to Myka and put her arms around the younger woman’s neck.
“Why?” asked Myka, her voice and look revealing the turmoil of her emotions. The game brought powerful memories. The good ones, unfortunately, suffocated by loss and grief.
Helena ran a loving hand over Myka’s face. “We cannot change the past, but we can change how it affects us… You taught me that…”
Myka, not caring about her tears, with a smile, nodded in agreement.
Helena smiled back and kissed the wet way on her face.
They looked at each other, the strength in their eyes, significant. Their love, healing.
Myka smiled broadly. “New memories…”
A beautiful smile took Helena’s face. “Wonderful ones.”
“A new part of our history…”
“Built by us.”
Myka’s smile now was teasing. “Bering and Wells. Solving puzzles…”
Helena chuckled. “Saving the day!”
And for the first time in a long while, the game did not sound bittersweet.
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Bering and Wells by Danieli Hautequest. Fifth art of my Contest, for Jokellys.
She also asked for a quote. I went further and wrote a one-shot, “New Memories”, my first Bering and Wells fic.
Crazycat, thank you very much for revising my text!
Totally gratuitous and not modest BUT… Such a fun shot!!! #proudtobe41 #desertbikini pic.twitter.com/h1iUAim99f
Plainly I need to make friends of movie stars so that I can go on vacation in fabulous spots and step out onto the back patio and see…mountains. Yes.
The sounds of the medical staff walking past her room made for an oddly fitting backdrop to Myka’s thoughts as she clutched the locket around her neck and stared unseeing at the grey wall opposite her bed. The mumble and rustling of papers reminded her of being out in the field, on the move, solving puzzles. It reminded her of solving puzzles with Helena. She clutched the locket tighter. Helena had asked her to keep it when she left again, promising to come back for it as soon as she could. But weeks had turned into months without a word, not even a call, text message or letter. Nothing. And then this illness that had come creeping over the year (oh, Myka had felt it coming, but what better way to wish something out of existence than ignoring the tiredness, pain, and blurry vision?) began to consume her. Now she could hardly rise from the bed without someone to lean on, and it was many weeks since she put down her last book. The tumour was pressing on her optical nerve, and the letters of her favourite pages had turned into a blur.
And still Helena was nowhere to be seen. Myka could have insisted on the Regents contacting her of course. She could have written a letter and said all those things that it had never been the right time to voice out loud, but she couldn’t make herself do it. She supposed it felt like giving up, accepting that it was time to say goodbye. And she couldn’t say goodbye to Helena, not again. They had done it too many times over the past years; it had become a pattern of sorts to meet at gunpoint and say goodbye only to find themselves in a similar position again when they least expected it.
So Myka couldn’t accept that this really was their end. It was far easier to accept that the life was slowly draining out of her, because she felt it. She felt her body shutting down, cell by cell, organ by organ. But to accept the fact that this inevitably meant saying goodbye to her family was something entirely different.
It was far too soon to leave this life.
Removing the locket from around her neck and opening it to look at the picture of Christina on one side, and of herself on the other, Myka’s vision blurred even more by the tears she hadn’t yet allowed herself to shed over the coming end. Furiously blinking them away, she whispered to the empty room,
Please come back…
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June 3rd is International Day of Nerdsbian x
