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this is a good dog.

this is a good dog.

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Girl if you haven’t heard of me you must be fucking stupid as hell my name’s Sherlock Holmes and I’ve been famous for a fucking century and we’re going to live at 221b Baker street and have adventures together and store dead bodies in the fridge and stare at shit and man it’ll be fucking awesome see you there.

Anonymous asked: re: Filipin@s and eating etiquette. Filipin@s tend to use a spoon and a fork as eating utensils. With the spoon being the main utensil and the fork as back up. If that gif reps DC's habits, he is showing his father's influence.

Ah okay, thank you!

needsmoregreen:

lettersfromtitan:

crown-of-weeds:

rainbowrites:

luckyjak:

strangesilences:

myfeetlitup:

You guys are all really graceful eaters.

meanwhile…

THIS GIVES ME FEELS

Yet another way Blaine Anderson is shocked and horrified by McKinley

“Randomly bursting into song in the hallways to express you ~feelings, I can get behind that whole heartedly. Not preparing your setlist, I can go with. Having random drama that inexplicably seems to happen every Tuesday, sure fine what ever. Having a teacher try to make us use power tools that we are not qualified to use, I guess I can go along with that.

BUT BAD TABLE MANNERS?”

I can picture ND going out to get deep dish pizza (a Chicago specialty) to celebrate their ND win, and then everyone just…

staring

at Blaine as he daintily cuts up his pizza with a knife and fork. Pizza hanging from their mouths from when they were stuffing it into their literal pieholes with their bare hands.

….I can picture that really clearly and it is hilarious.

Class issues remain the third rail of fandom I don’t wanna touch, but here’s one of those moments where, at least with selective .gif’ing it feels like Glee is giving us data re: Blaine.

But then did everyone forget how Blaine also chows down on biscotti and talks with his mouth full in 2x11?

(Which, I mean, fits in with the whole “Blaine is a chameleon” thing and also the “Blaine is a lot more proper around Cooper/his family” thing, but I just thought I’d point that out.) Obvs none of that negates the class thing but it’s something to consider?

I also think there’s something (else) in the fact that we’ve seen everyone on this show eating or making and preparingfood or sitting down for lunch multiple times, but we’ve only seen Blaine with food like twice. (But then in season 2 that was because he was a ghost and couldn’t nom.) 

((But on a different note, jesus I get antsy about table manners sometimes. I mean I had an totally annoying reaction to that scene in Big Brother because all I could think was NO BLAINE STOP CUTTING YOUR LETTUCE THAT IS THE WORST. Yeah, okay, six years at a private girls school and a brief stay in a bourgeois part of France have made me a bit of an asshole.))

He’s actually not cutting his salad! He’s eating in the British style, where we hold onto our knives and forks at all time and use the knife to push food onto our forks. Which I bet comes from Darren, since his dad’s British and his mum’s Filipina - I don’t know about the Philippines, which is much more Americanised for obvious reasons, but here in Japan at least, they hold cutlery in the British style. So, class AND race implications here.

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The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them - words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear.
— Stephen King - The Body (via youngmephistopheles)
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