ivemissedsomething:

“One last thing. While you may be mistaking this for your monthly meeting of the ignorant tight-ass club, in this building when the President stands, nobody sits.”

President Josiah Bartlett takes down one of the fundamentalist crazy people that believe ‘homosexuality is an abomination’.  And it is awesome <3 :D

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agentsex:

How many of you guys have actually looked at the promo shoots for Supernatural? Because they’re insane. It’s nice to have hi-res pictures of the boys, but the concepts behind the shoots are crazy.

Like there was this one, where Jared has a beard and Jensen looks very small by comparison:

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pati79:

moriartysskull:

runfromgallifrey:

#His Face Always Gets Me #Like He Just Realized How He Makes Molly Feel. #How She Has Even Started To Think That She Doesn’t Count. #This Scene Is Completely Amazing. #Breathtaking.

It’s so well acted…

Can I be a wet blanket here?

I think the idea was for us to think that^ at this scene. Reinforced by the emotionally loaded “What do you need? -You” further into this episode. But I think this is bait (I won’t go into how there are so many forced intentions for the viewer to lay eyes on Sherlock+anyonebutJohn in this series, but I will say this:)

I think this is Sherlock’s face while he realizes “you are right, you don’t count. I don’t think you do. SO… Moriarty wouldn’t think you count either.” And that’s the exact moment when Sherlock plans his face-to-face with Moriarty on the roof of the hospital. If Moriarty had thought Molly counted, he would have added her to the list of Sherlock’s friends and there would have been a fourth sniper. But he didn’t, because Molly is actually right when she says she doesnt’ count. Paradoxically, the exact moment she says so, she becomes the most important piece of the Sherlock’s plan for defeating Moriarty and surviving it. (How he did that is another story and I genuinely have NO IDEA what they’ll come up with. But I’m sure Molly was very much important in that plan)

Less romantic, I know, but I think the reason why Sherlock was “sad” as Molly says is because he hadn’t yet figure out the whole fake-my-own-death plan.

So…

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rumpus-weasley:

OMG WHAT. 

WHAT. 

I CAN’T BREATHE. 

One of the coolest things to wind up on my dash today…

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slowly-tongued-by-stephen-fry:

Stephen Fry- 1

Random other guy- 0

taggianto:

kira902k:

spiffingly:

uptonogood89:

cindersk:

perfectwrongturn:

relatedworlds:

“Okay, “A,” there are no cows in space. “B,” didn’t you wear that, like, five years ago?”

I’ve reblogged it before but I don’t care! It’s EPIC!

I SO want to smoosh this man.

I screamed when I saw this.

This was the moment I decided I really, really love the show.

forever make me happy

This will never not be perfect.

How did I not know of this????

suicideblonde:

Kirsten Dunst photographed by Simon Lekias for BlackBook, December 2010/January 2011 

Reblog because of beautiful dresses!!!

ashtonbancroft:

tyleroakley:

Living the dream.

This is probably the single funniest thing I’ve seen all week.

godh8sfags:

mishalmoorebloggyblog:

As seen on Facebook. (posted by Homestead Survival)

A sweet lesson on patience. 

A NYC Taxi driver wrote:

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.
‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’
‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive
through downtown?’
‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..
‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.
‘Nothing,’ I said
‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.
‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.
‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..
I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

omg im crying :’))

chanson-egocentrique:

True story..! (: 

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…but the internet has won.

How? What?

I just sent my husband a facebook message to ask what size our hot water system is. A pretty mundane question, I agree. However my point is I could have either:

A: Gotten up off the couch and had a look at the system myself

B: Gotten up off the couch, walked down the hall and asked him face-to-face

Both valid options, I assure you. However, instead of doing either of those….I sent my husband a facebook message.

What has the world come to?

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