Michelle. 22. English Literature major. Student and professional slacker. Prone to passionate fits over fictional characters.
Here you will find a hodgepodge of things: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, Firefly, Dollhouse, Joss is boss, Downton Abbey, American Horror Story,The X Files, Battlestar Galactica, Glee, Damages, Deadwood, Sherlock, Veronica Mars, Arrested Development, Game of Thrones, Boardwalk Empire, Pillars of the Earth, Carnivale, Doctor Who, Queer As Folk, Luther, Sailor Moon, La Femme Nikita, Six Feet Under, Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, Harry Potter, Musicals.
Currently Watching: Jericho (S1), The Vampire Diaries (S3), Fringe (S3).
The Tate to my Violet
The Moriarty to my Sherlock
“It’s no use, Starbuck. Can’t erase your destiny. Don’t fight it.”
Six: You know what I miss? Sports.
Baltar: You’re joking.
Six: No. I used to go to the pyramid court just before game time, scalp two tickets. If I timed it right, I’d just be sitting down at the horn. Sit back, let the energy of the crowd flow over me. Waves and waves of emotion. Like electric current.
Baltar: Why’d you get two tickets?
Six: One for me and one for you. I knew I’d never get you to go, pyramid was far too low brow for you. But I always liked to feel that you were there with me.
If that’s me lying there, then what am I?!
What am I?!
I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die.
The (Frakkin’) Awesome Men of Battlestar Galactica
The (Frakkin’) Amazing Women of Battlestar Galactica
