While we were all going about our lives, minding our own business, something truly wonderful was happening down in the wilderness of Atlanta — Jesse Pinkman and Daryl Dixon, or Aaron Paul and Norman Reedus, if we’re being politically correct — were becoming fast friends. And posting photos about it.

Paul and Reedus, who both starred (or, in Reedus’ case, is still starring) on groundbreaking AMC dramas in fan-favorite sidekick roles, are currently busy shooting the heist movie “Triple Nine” down in the ATL, where Reedus is also busy filming season five of “The Walking Dead.” Their social media accounts have made it very clear that a bromance is forming, as both actors (as well as their costar Clifton Collins Jr.) just can’t stop posting goofy behind-the-scenes photos from the film, which sounds pretty awesome. (“A group of corrupt police officers are blackmailed into pulling off a seemingly impossible heist. They plot the murder of a rookie police officer in order to orchestrate a ’999,’ code for ‘officer down’, to pull off the heist across town,” says IMDB. Also, Kate Winselt, Woody Harrelson and “12 Years A Slave” star Chiwetel Ejiofor are in it. So there’s that.)

Anyway, here’s a picture Reedus posted of Jesse Pinkman pointing right at you, captioned only “999″ because Normski isn’t a huge fan of words:

And here’s one of the boys (including Collins) paling around, captioned — “#regram This is what my mornings are looking like lately and I’m loving it. ...

The most hazardous side effect of Instagram use has always been FOMO (which stands for “fear of missing out,” Mom), but this has never really been a huge problem for us until Mindy Kaling decided to take her friends and “Mindy Project” staffers along for her epic 35th birthday party in Vegas.

Now, before you start thinking about Vegas as a land filled with drunk bachelorettes in tiaras and even drunker bros in neon tank tops, hear us out — Mindy, as evidenced by the photos she’s been sharing over the past 24-ish hours, is doing Vegas right. No fruity yardstick at Wet Republic or $4,000 table at XS for Mindy, just lazy poolside cabana service, meatball-fueled dinners, and, most importantly, Cirque du Freaking Soleil. It’s exactly the kind of trip we’ve always dreamed about, but just didn’t necessarily have the budget to pull off.

So enjoy these photos as an Insta-Zagat guide of sorts to what you should be doing in Vegas, and maybe try to get a job as a writer on “The Mindy Project” so you can be invited next year. It’s probably not hard.

Book In Advance, So You Can Take Group Selfies With Your Friends On The Plane

And dress for success since the party starts as soon as you take off.

Head To The Pool At Caesar’s, Because You Can Gamble In The Water

Also, it’s topless.

Bring Your Own Bros

And for his next trick, “The Fault In Our Stars” actor Ansel Elgort will take on the role of… a 1950s piano player who is credited with bridging the Cold War gap?

Okay, so it’s a far cry from Augustus Waters, but Elgort seems to be the perfect candidate for the lead in the “Van Cliburn” biopic, which is based on Howard Reich’s book. Per Deadline, Elgort will be bringing Harvey Lavan “Van” Cliburn, Jr.’s 20-something years — the years in which he won the Tchaikovsky International Piano Competition in Moscow, with Nikita Kruschev’s approval — to life, which is perfect given their physical similarities (Van Cliburn was tall, Elgort is an actual giant), as well as the fact that Elgort can actually play the piano.

Van Cliburn — who was also a quietly gay Baptist — definitely has a big screen-worthy story, and it will be great to see Elgort stretching his acting chops for this decidedly more adult (than “TFIOS” and “Divergent,” anyway) role. When the 23-year-old Julliard-trained pianist won the competition in 1958, it was during a time when Kruschev used the contest as a tool to highlight Soviet superiority over the United States. However, after an eight-minute standing ovation, Kruschev agreed with the judges that the Texas native was most deserving and gave him the prize.

From then on, Van Cliburn was a favorite in both Russia and the States, until he abruptly stopped playing 20 years later. It will be interesting to find out ...

We’ve long since learned that characters like Woody and Wall-E and Remy the rat are capable of teaching us far more about how to care about another person (or robot, or soup) than their actual human counterparts. You don’t need two legs and manual dexterity to tell an amazing story, and if anything, eliminating the human condition from the equation can actually give your story more freedom to explore some really cool issues, without the harsh constraints of reality. (Did you ever think that one of the best and darkest looks at love, loss, and impermanence would come from “Toy Story 3?” No, no you did not.)

But back in 1989, before “The Lion King” or “Toy Story” or even “The Little Mermaid” (by a few months) were around to show us that movies about anthropomorphic creatures could actually be just as effective for adults as they were for children, there was only “Honey, I Shrunk the Kids.” Actually, to be specific, there was only Antie the impossibly heroic ant from “Honey, I Shrunk the Kids.”

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We knew straight off the bat that Antie wasn’t going to be your run of the mill bug. The rest of the mindless drones in his backyard colony spent their time ruining picnics and sucking up to their elusive queen, but not Antie. Antie wanted more. Antie wanted bigger.

And for a very brief time, he got it. When a group of hapless, unfortunately tiny children exploded onto the scene, Antie ...

reporting by Chris Kim

Season seven of “True Blood” ain’t playin around, which is French for “if you haven’t seen the premiere episode yet, then stop reading because MAJOR SPOILERS ARE AHEAD. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED.”

During the opening moments of the episode, Sookie Stackhouse’s best friend Tara Thornton was killed in a manner so brutal and utterly unceremonious (at least by television standards) that we almost thought the whole thing was a sick, sad dream. But it wasn’t, as confirmed by actress Rutina Wesley on the premiere carpet.

“I miss everybody,” she told MTV News with a laugh. “I’m not going to lie. But it’s cool, I’m actually excited to see where everything else is going to go, and what they’re going to do.”

So it’s true — the epic Pam/Tara season seven happy ending we were hoping for is never going to happen, because Tara has officially exploded into a ball of goo. It was a cruel fate for a character who had already endured everything from parental abuse to vampire stalking to being shot in the head by a meth head werewolf, but Wesley swears that there are no hard feelings.

“They’ve always given me great stuff,” she explained. “I was fine either way. I love the show, and I love the arc that my character has, and continues to have.”

By “continues to have” she likely means that her batty mother Lettie Mae (Adina Porter) will still be around to mourn her daughter, while the rest of the town heads off to ...

“True Blood” is officially back for its final season, and it wants to be damn sure you know that you’re not getting off the hook easy.

“Jesus Gonna Be Here” not only killed off an original cast member in its early moments, it also left several more in jeopardy and set us up for a massive war for the fate of humanity (and non-zombie vampires, fairies, shape-shifters, werwolves, werepanthers, and… you get the drift) with a brutal opening scene massacre at Bellefleur’s bar and grill. Numerous people died while others were taken for future consumption, leaving the rest of the town struggling to process their loss and fighting hard to retrieve the loved ones that might still be alive. (Actually, the latter part is mostly for the supes, since the humans sans Jason seem to be incapable of doing anything that isn’t hardcore hating on Sookie.)

Let’s dig in, but be warned — HUGE SPOILERS LIE AHEAD.

Tara Says Goodbye
Okay, so obviously this is going to be THE thing that everybody is taking about tomorrow. What even was that? Tara existed, and then she just… didn’t. She was the first major casualty in what’s gearing up to be a brutal war, and the lack of fanfare appropriated to her death (compared with, say, Terry’s) let fans know pretty much immediately that this show is not going to wrap things up in a neat little bow. We don’t even know who did it, really, being that it happened in the middle of a ...

Well, it’s officially Father’s Day. Paternal love is in the air, ties and mugs are flying off the shelves like they’re cronuts, and for the lucky ones, brunch is happening. But some of us didn’t get brunch reservations. We just couldn’t. Our dads/husbands/sons/brothers/etc. took too damn long getting their schedules straight, and now we’re stuck at home, watching TV.

However, there is a silver lining, here, mostly in the fact that TV happens to house a ton of hot dads. Below, the proof:

John Winchester, The Tragic, Manly-Man Dad

He’d go to hell for you, girl.

Sandy Cohen, The Strong Moral Compass Dad

Also, the dad with The Eyebrows.

Coach Eric Taylor, The Dad Who Always Knows The Right Thing To Say

Except to maybe Julie.

Sam Bennett, The Sexy Doctor Dad

We’ll take two, please.

Mike Brady, The Clean Cut Dad

Because sometimes boring is hot.

President Fitzgerald Grant, The Dad Of The United States

We’re willing to overlook the fact that he never interacts with his kids.

Charles Ingalls, The OG Hot Dad

Little house, schmittle house. We’d live there.

Jax Teller, The Dad Whose Life Choices Will Unquestionably Have A Negative Affect On His Children

But we don’t care, because have you seen those shower scenes?

Tony Micelli, The Norm-Defying Dad

Who IS The Boss, though, really?

Rufus Humphrey, The Dad Who Raised An Emotional Terrorist

But looked damn good doing it.

Jesse Katsopolis, The Greek God Dad

We’d put up with Uncle Joey for you, man.

Cliff Huxtable, The ...