Lily of the Valley
No Shortage of Weird on Grimm Last Night

…With a side dish of FEELS right in the first scene; Juliette spontaneously remembers Nick for her boyfriend of 3 years that he is, she remembers the last conversation they had before she passed out in last season’s finale including the fact that she didn’t believe him, especially not about “ADALIND IS A WIIIITCH!!!”, and suddenly, she realizes that the things he tried to tell her about just make sense. Naturally, it sounds too abrupt and too simple, because THEN HIS ALARM GOES OFF, AND HE WAKES UP ON THE COUCH *sob* Okay, so, “Even if I never remember who you were, I’d like to get to know who you are. I’ll make you dinner!” it shall be.

At one point, she turns up at the precinct with the hope that seeing Nick at work might do something to help jog her memory of him. No luck there, but she does get some googly stares from Captain Recently-Purified-Hexen-Prince. Later on, he fills up a Word document with her name, and the camera zooms in on his “Wait, when did I do that?” expression.  It couldn’t be a fantasy without a good old fashioned love triangle, I suppose.

All of that is intercut with the detectives trying to hunt down an Angry Badger Man, who seems to have beat his wife unconscious, and went on the lam with their daughter.  Long story short, the little 9 year old girl is the prematurely-Angrier-Badger, and her father was just trying to keep her away from everyone, to keep the unsuspecting plainfolk safe.  Oh yeah, and the girl was the one who attacked her mother. The revelation comes when Nick and Hank follow the guy to the hospital where he’s visiting his wife, and the little one gave me Claudia vibes right until the end.

Then there’s the Monrosalee story arc; Monroe’s flustery and ill-fated attempts to do Rosalee’s job at the Wesen Apothecary for her while she’s away, and his adventures in trying to save a Mouse Man from a badly mixed inner ear potion.  In so doing, he seems more horrified that the guy attacks a grandfather clock with a chainsaw than anything else. Well, he essentially said last week that his own clocks are like his children, after all.

Back to the normal and domestic, Nick and Juliette have a romantic dinner and dance, and a new first kiss… except she sees his face as dat prince’s, and like dat prince, she has no idea why that happened.  I find myself wondering if that was what the purification potion was supposed to do, because I sure didn’t trust the late Adalind’s-Mama Hexenbiest further than I could’ve thrown her.  At any rate, it’s about 80 kinds of bizarre, and that thrills me to pieces.

diagondaley:

The Magic Begins ϟ Day 8:  Something you really wanted to be in the movies, but wasn’t - Harry’s Sarcasm

words cannot express how much I love snarky Harry. ooh! there should be one for “Why would he want you to have the sword, Mr. Potter?” “I don’t know, maybe he thought it would look nice on my wall”

adubs132:

neitherthebeginningnortheend:

areyoutryingtodeduceme:

sir-sherlock-of-tardis:

icoulduseinsouciantmaybe:

timothygurl:

sherlocking-my-mind-palace:

drivemytardis:

eccentricity-city:

adubs132:

superjellycake:

suicidalsnaily:

ihavebeensherlocked:

seductionofdeduction:

adubs132:

British men just don’t know how to use furniture like the rest of us.

Martin doesn’t even get furniture, he gets boxes. 

King of boxes.

Look how pissed he is about it too. “Fuck your chairs.”

Can I just say one thing

Sitting in chairs is not my division. 

is it like a thing or something, “british men struggling to sit in chairs”, like a sort of initiation ceremony or what

“congratulations you are now famous!!! now let’s get you to your ‘chairs how do’ photoshoot”

^YES

Matt Smith tho.  It’s like….Well.  I won’t even try.

this post should be named life ruiners/chairs

lmao Rupert Graves XD

RUPERT

RUPERT WATER YOU DOIN

What are you even doing, you silly gorgeous people. Rupert, that is not a legitimate sitting position. Is it even a position. 

I still sit (correctly) and laugh for like 5 fucking minutes every time I see that picture of Martin.

.. Martin used boxes because he thought he could touch the floor on a box. Turns out, he can’t. That’s why his feet are up and that’s why he’s mad.

^lulz

oh hell, this is plenty worth reblogging simply for the picture of martin on the boxes. silly, adorable little hedgehog :3

mareeps:

the word ‘phonetically’ doesn’t even start with an f. shit like this is why aliens fly straight past us.

such a beautiful song; about “everyone thinks that you are Narcissus incarnate”. Well, if you’re going to lay a harsh truth on someone, a lovely tune would be the way to do it, I suppose!

allons-yintheimpala:


CURSE YOUR SUDDEN BUT INEVITABLE BETRAYAL

Always will reblog

Never not reblog.

allons-yintheimpala:

CURSE YOUR SUDDEN BUT INEVITABLE BETRAYAL

Always will reblog

Never not reblog.

Dearest Alexandra,

as a parting-for-the-week gift, i give you the ridiculous song that i told you about weekend before last. I hope you hear it as Ye Olde Theory of a Deadman-ish as I do.

Enjoy, and Fare thee well!

should i recognize this? because i don’t…

from the bones unit, in the anatomy and physiology class that i took two summers ago. the jaw on the model skull that i was looking at was not fully attached, and when i set it down, it chanced to align as indicated. until this point, i had been unaware that i was examining the skull of keira knightley.

from the bones unit, in the anatomy and physiology class that i took two summers ago. the jaw on the model skull that i was looking at was not fully attached, and when i set it down, it chanced to align as indicated. until this point, i had been unaware that i was examining the skull of keira knightley.