Scream, Shout and Bite.
When I see ghosts.
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07 January
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First, SUBSCRIBE.

Second, WHY?!

I learnt how to make .gifs just for this occasion so, Team Helbig, let’s do this: I’ve tagged this set with some of the Youtubers featured in the GASP-tastic intro. What we need to do is reblog this and get others to reblog this, basically do what you can to spread the word about it’sGrace. As you do so, continue adding relevant tags and get this to as many people as possible. As you reblog, maybe include your own GASP .gif or video as well and let this post and it’sGrace have a life of its own!

VIVA LA GRACE HELBIG!

Sidenote: What are your thoughts on watching the videos from that other channel? Drama (or non-drama) aside, those videos are still fully Grace and super hilarious. Unubscribing seems a bit extreme. What do you think?

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05 January
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This broke my heart.

This broke my heart.

(Source: marvel.com)

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05 January
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I finally got around to completing Uncanny X-Force! 16 days after it first published, no less. I kept up with it up until the end of The Dark Angel Saga, and then I decided to wait until the next big story arc to end before continuing. This turned out to be The Final Execution Saga, which also turned out to be the longest and final arc of the series.
I’m done with my Uncanny X-Force marathon and I say with zero hesitation that it is solid, you guys. It’s supreme.
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Issue after twisted issue, I was kept on the very edge of my seat. I did so much edge-of-seat-sitting that my thighs and ass have lost all sensation. But it’s all worth it. The series is one cohesive jumbo of clandestine mutant madness that goes miles beyond the typical fast and furious superhero action.
It deals with issues of morality and ethics and does so in a fashion that outrightly challenges rather than pontificates. It’s in your face and none of that foreplay subtleties crap.
Pre-emptive termination a la Minority Report! Killing of adoloscents! Self-fulfilling prophecies of being the harbinger of ultimate doom (aka turning into Apocalypse)! Revenge! Fratricide! Suicide! Filicide! (Did I mention that there’s a lot of killing of fictional characters within the 37 or so issues?) All sorts of meta madness [Exhibit A: “Wait - You’re gonna kill us to stop us from creating a future where we kill people to stop them from (killing other people?)”] Doesn’t get any more meta than that.
It’s doses of morality issues without the sanctimony or even the high-handedness. Remender doesn’t dish out the Kool-Aid and force you to chug it down and choke on it. He presents the issue in the most clandestine-superhero way you could possibly imagine but keeps it grounded enough for you to actually put your brains to work and do some real contemplation about whether it makes sense to punish someone before he even commits an offence.
I mean, there’s even a story arc that involves an actual trial.
And speaking of trials, I think it’s safe to say that the characters in this series have all been put through their paces. Remender is one brilliant storyteller but he’s also one heck of a twisted Jigsaw-type that continually comes up with manic ways to torture his characters, and not just physically. He doles out a fair share of psychological and emotional trauma as well. A whole lot of mindfucks.
And at the center of it all, I think that Psylocke’s been through the worst. The crucibles that Remender makes her endure are all so tragic and so painful and at the end of it all, somehow so invigorating. I’m not saying that the suffering is amazing, but that after all the development she’s gone through, I think her character’s got the most growth out of it. And the happy ending at the end of it seems almost too good to be true and  leaves one cynical that it’s possibly momentary, all things considered.
As for Deadpool and Fantomex, they’re such big heart-warmers and become increasingly endearing as the series progressed, proving that even when they aren’t in the spotlight, they managed to prove the multi-facetedness of their splintered characters, gradually revealing their soft-sides but never compromising their badass nature.
“I’ll never have a son, but if I did, and he came out half as awesome as you… What I’m trying to say… I’ll always be there when you need me.” Words like these may sound so uncharacteristic coming from the merc himself, but in the context of the series and all that’s happened, it totally works and makes brilliant sense. By the end of it all, Fantomex and Deadpool become these unbelievably cool and respected father figures and heroic anti-heroes, each with their own appropriate amounts of d’awwh moments.
My last thoughts: Rick Remender, you and your capital ideas keep fans like me happily invested in your work. In some reality out there, you get to continue what you started and carry on with Uncanny X-Force into the Marvel NOW! era, but I’m nonetheless excited to see what Sam Humphries and Ron Garney have to offer and I look forward to seeing you pick up whatever threads still hanging over at Uncanny Avengers.

I finally got around to completing Uncanny X-Force! 16 days after it first published, no less. I kept up with it up until the end of The Dark Angel Saga, and then I decided to wait until the next big story arc to end before continuing. This turned out to be The Final Execution Saga, which also turned out to be the longest and final arc of the series.

I’m done with my Uncanny X-Force marathon and I say with zero hesitation that it is solid, you guys. It’s supreme.

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13 December
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— All’s Well That Ends

Nobody likes letting go. From our earliest moments, from birth ‘til we’re six feet under, our instinct is to grab, grip, cling. To a finger, a bottle, a best friend. To a faded, old racing form. Sometimes we hold on for dear life to the very things that keep us from actually living it. But that comes with an upside. It’s the way we feel when we finally let go. The trick, I guess, is to not find a way around the curveballs life serves up but to live with them in halfway happy, uneasy alliance. And to search for new things to cling to, and when you finally find them, to hang on just as tight. And around and around we go, holding on until the time comes to say goodbye. And like it or not, ready or not, you have to accept one universal truth: Life is messy. Always. And for all of us. But a wise man once said, “Maybe messy is what you need.” And I think he might be right.

- Mary Shannon

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20 November
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"Northern Lights" by Kate Boy. Here’s some ultra-pop for you. Thank you Sweden for being the one true source for reliable pop music.

Oh god just help me make it through the next two days.

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14 November
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likeafieldmouse:

Charles Bukowski, Oh Yes

likeafieldmouse:

Charles Bukowski, Oh Yes

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11 November
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Okay, as a fan of Homeland and X-Men, I just felt the need to say that:
Carrie was right.
Cyclops was right.
Essentially, they were right.

Okay, as a fan of Homeland and X-Men, I just felt the need to say that:

  1. Carrie was right.
  2. Cyclops was right.

Essentially, they were right.

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11 November
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In a Mary Katrantzou silk dress.

In a Mary Katrantzou silk dress.

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11 November
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"Destino" is a collaboration between Salvador Dali and Walt Disney. A brilliant partnership of artistic talent, this captivating masterpiece was a long time coming. The production of this animated short film started over half a century ago and only completed and released in 2003. With the accompanying music provided by Armando Dominguez and Dora Luz, this is one moving and surreal piece of art.

One thought that percolated my mind as I watched this: Disney’s lost princess, anyone?

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11 November
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oddballcaricature:

Came home sweaty with the clammy
palms of twenty others I have hugged, 
hands touching paint touching set touching
each other in euphoric triumph or
groveling resignation or each other’s
eyebags. I am not sentimentalizing
a comedy. I am clutching the cross-stitched idea
of a cast overacting their way through a play
and discovering the art of collecting laughter 
difficult to find at a time like this. I am watching a 
story filled with a kaleidoscope of stories I 
have shared with every one of the actors, it is as if
behind the lithe movements their ghosts
linger in a quiet pride saying this is what we arethis 
is what we do. They are all so sincere
and I think I could be friends with the stage and its 
caricatured people of fake insecurities and drawn-on 
wrinkles. Maybe identity is found in a place
where identity is only a shallow well of ephemeral things
we draw on to create something new. 

And then they remind me of my own 
clammy hands and of thirty-one others, our hands
touching paint touching set touching
each other’s eyebags and now touching
our dreams in little orange benches drawing 
webs of never letting go. 

I am thankful for my friends and friends that can put thoughts and emotions to words so beautifully and in ways that I’d never be able to.