Pace, Mind, Pace

standupcomedyblog:

John Mulaney | The Salt & Pepper Diner

themanicpixiedreamgrrrl:

mustardwketchup:

These Fabulous Swimsuits Are Designed Specifically for Breast Cancer Survivors

And they’re modelled by some seriously glam women.

This is amazing.

kadeart:

From meme “しーさんやばい" (Japanese Love Couple in a Snow Storm)

Read more about this meme XD

Sherlock: LOL. You know, I think Sherlock would actually do this. He was so schmoopy in series 3 and pretty much declaring his love for John and Mary left and right.

Person of Interest: Awww, adorable Finch is adorable. Made even more adorable by the fact that Michael Emerson has actually done this in real life, hee (well, shielding himself from rain, not embarrassment). Of course, in-show, getting caught live on camera would be a death sentence for the both of them (esp. post S3) but I’ll pretend this is some alternate universe where it’s business as usual, everything hasn’t been reduced to rubble, and nobody needs to go cry in the corner.

1021girl:

snickerdoodlesandsausages:

enjolrasactual:

in-love-with-my-bed:

the-winchesters-creed:

ayellowstateofmind:

Imagine stabbing someone with this knife. 

It would instantly cauterize the would, so the person wouldn’t bleed, so it’s not very useful.

if you want information it is

and above, in order, we see a gryffindor, a ravenclaw, and a slytherin

why would you stab a PERSON when you can have TOAST?

There’s the hufflepuff

1021girl:

snickerdoodlesandsausages:

enjolrasactual:

in-love-with-my-bed:

the-winchesters-creed:

ayellowstateofmind:

Imagine stabbing someone with this knife. 

It would instantly cauterize the would, so the person wouldn’t bleed, so it’s not very useful.

if you want information it is

and above, in order, we see a gryffindor, a ravenclaw, and a slytherin

why would you stab a PERSON when you can have TOAST?

There’s the hufflepuff

I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.
k2merc:

mamahub:

raven68:

mamahub:

All the sads….. Their faces are just heartbreaking…. My BBs!!!  
But at least they are ALIVE -so there is hope! 
(photomanip by @imshhb on twitter)

This scene seriously kicked me in the feels…..our poor Finchie, with his injured wing, going off alone into the world.  Our poor John, who’s just been cast adrift from the person who is the center of his world.  GAAAH!!!!
But yes, at least they’re alive.  I must admit I am experiencing seven thousand kinds of heartaches for my beloved Lionel Fusco too.  He doesn’t even know what happened!

They are now all TRULY HOMELESS - No more Library - No more contact with each other - So freaking sad!! 

I don’t know why they have to split up - Samaritan sees them as neutrals, irrelevants now.

I think it’s because their cover identities (the ones programmed to be invisible to Samaritan) aren’t supposed to know each other. The Finch, Reese, Shaw, Groves/Root identities (plus the three hacker dudes) are known associates of each other so each of them living as individuals marks them as Irrelevant while any combination of them will be flagged. If they meet up or see each other, they’re going to have to pretend to be strangers.

At least, that’s what I took from Root’s monologue at the end.

Of course, this begs the question of why Root (and the hackers) didn’t program the identities as having relationships with each other. That would make it way easier to plan their next move and none of them would have to be alone in the shitstorm they’re in. But I suppose individuals are much easier to hide and much harder to track.

But come on, Nolan/Plageman/writers, you couldn’t have thrown us a bone? Things just got steadily darker and more depressing (in a good way) starting Death Benefit. You couldn’t have given us fake!married Finch/Reese? You could have thrown in fake!married Shaw/Root. I’m cool with that. I know you’re cool with that.

…oh fine. We’ll save that for the fanfics.

k2merc:

mamahub:

raven68:

mamahub:

All the sads….. Their faces are just heartbreaking…. My BBs!!!  

But at least they are ALIVE -so there is hope! 

(photomanip by @imshhb on twitter)

This scene seriously kicked me in the feels…..our poor Finchie, with his injured wing, going off alone into the world.  Our poor John, who’s just been cast adrift from the person who is the center of his world.  GAAAH!!!!

But yes, at least they’re alive.  I must admit I am experiencing seven thousand kinds of heartaches for my beloved Lionel Fusco too.  He doesn’t even know what happened!

They are now all TRULY HOMELESS - No more Library - No more contact with each other - So freaking sad!! 

I don’t know why they have to split up - Samaritan sees them as neutrals, irrelevants now.

I think it’s because their cover identities (the ones programmed to be invisible to Samaritan) aren’t supposed to know each other. The Finch, Reese, Shaw, Groves/Root identities (plus the three hacker dudes) are known associates of each other so each of them living as individuals marks them as Irrelevant while any combination of them will be flagged. If they meet up or see each other, they’re going to have to pretend to be strangers.

At least, that’s what I took from Root’s monologue at the end.

Of course, this begs the question of why Root (and the hackers) didn’t program the identities as having relationships with each other. That would make it way easier to plan their next move and none of them would have to be alone in the shitstorm they’re in. But I suppose individuals are much easier to hide and much harder to track.

But come on, Nolan/Plageman/writers, you couldn’t have thrown us a bone? Things just got steadily darker and more depressing (in a good way) starting Death Benefit. You couldn’t have given us fake!married Finch/Reese? You could have thrown in fake!married Shaw/Root. I’m cool with that. I know you’re cool with that.

…oh fine. We’ll save that for the fanfics.

And the liveblogging ends…

OH COME ON! YOU’RE ENDING IT THERE?!

…fine.

Well… Nick didn’t make the connection but I’ll forgive him because he’s actually being calm and rational about this. And sharing information! I nearly fell off my seat there. Good boy.

I really don’t want this baby to be Renard’s but it seems to be more and more likely that it is. And, wow, Adalind is like half Renard’s size. I mean, Sasha Roiz towers over everyone on this show (even Silas Weir Mitchell, w/c is weird because they’re about the same height aren’t they? He needs to stop stooping.) but that visual is never not amusing.

Overall, I think this might be the best episode we’ve had in a while if only for all the plot-advancement and all the questions answered. I hope Grimm keeps this up. Honestly, I’ve been kind of slogging through the last few episodes. This one has perked me right up. A-

P.S. Boy, Nick’s mom is not the sharpest tool in the shed, is she? She’s been moving through the Grimm/Wesen/Royal world for who knows how long and she’s somehow missed the fact that the crown prince of the Royals was named Eric Renard? She didn’t even know how to pronounce it. Clearly, she’s taken too many hits over the years.

Now Grimm just needs to answer this question before the season ends and I will be satisfied: What exactly are the Royals?

Whoops. I take that back then.

I’m sorry for insulting you, show.

Now the only thing that remains to be seen is if Nick can make the connection.

The grimm watch liveblog continues…

Oooh… YOU GO, JULIETTE! Wow, take-charge Juliette is pretty awesome.

And, yeah, I forgot that you killed Adalind’s mom too, Nick’s mom.

Ugh here we go again with Grimm’s standard forced contrivance: Neither Adalind nor Nick’s mom will say point blank that the baby is royal so they can be surprised later when Sean comes into the picture. I mean, not even Nick is stupid enough not to connect Adalind+Royal Baby to his Captain.

This is why you’re not as good of a show as you can be, Grimm.

Still liveblogging…

So… Adalind mentions the name Sean Renard and Nick’s mom isn’t the least bit interested? She knows the situation is rife with Royal involvement and, from previous episodes, we know that everyone knows about Eric Renard. She’s not making that connection? Clearly, Nick takes after his mom in the no-asking-questions department.

Also, her policy of “better if we know as little about each other as possible” has backfired. If she knew that Portland was Adalind’s hometown, she’d have realized how bad her plan was.

Hank should just take charge of this shit. He’s the only one who knows how to ask questions and share information.