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kateordie:

bevsi:

if-dementors-were-pink:

can we just take a moment to imagine little cute nine-year-old hermione reading matilda

and peering into this book about a smart, bookish girl who could move things with her mind

and then can you imagine her concentrating very hard on the books on the bookshelf and slowly, slowly, getting them to move

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Sometimes I get huffy about tumblr but then I see that 260,000 people got the same kind of chills I did reading this…

dylanh-vs-theworld:

olort:

il-tenore-regina:

pallet-town-julie-brown:

yoncehaunted:

*SHOUTING TO THE HEAVENS*

I A M  F U C K I N G S C R E A M I N G 

That was intense.

……damn it

Remember the time when we were all like “why is the 12th Doctor so concerned about his kidneys? That’s a random thing to focus on.” and then eight months later the episode is about droids harvesting organs, therefore making the whole kidney thing relevant? I do.

pr1nceshawn:

A Powerful, Thought-Provoking Comic On Depression And Battling It by Erika Moen.

(Source: donnanople)

kilodalton:

OK guys. This moment does not have enough love. In fact, it has some unfortunate anti-love that I aim to resolve here.

Yes, this episode heavily reference Girl in the Fireplace. And yes, that episode is pretty much the most anti-shippy thing to happen in canon for Doctor/Rose.

BUT THIS MOMENT IS GREAT AND WE DOCTOR/ROSE SHIPPERS SHOULD LOVE IT TO PIECES LET ME EXPLAIN!!!!

Twelve can’t remember Clara’s name at first. Nor Vastra nor Jenny nor Strax. He leaves Clara in danger and he won’t even give her the screwdriver. He does questionable things—he’s darker, I get that.

But even so, and even though he’s trying to figure things out with the bad guy, and does not have all his memories intact (‘Handles’? Really, Doctor??) he CANNOT leave the bunch of roses on the floor.

The bunch of yellow roses—yellow which signifies remembrance. There are centuries-old ballads (‘Round Her Neck She Wears a Yeller Ribbon’) and old movies (‘She Wore a Yellow Ribbon’) and folk songs (‘Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree’) all about yellow being the color of remembrance—specifically in all these pop-culture cases, remembrance of a lost love.

And as he’s struggling to remember why droids harvesting parts rings a bell with him, does he look at the droid? No. Does he have flashbacks to women making double entendres with cleavage spilling out? No. (And the eventual reference to MdP is blah blah bland). But what does he do? He twirls the roses and holds them just a little bit closer. This is so reminiscent of the Journal of Impossible Things, where even as a human Ten can’t remember the name of the TARDIS, or the sonic screwdriver—but he keeps drawing roses in his journal and hers is the only face he can canonically put a name to.

Moffat may be many, many things, and do many, many things that I do not particularly like, but this… this is pretty awesome guys. This isn’t anti-shippy at all. This is shippy and sweet and subtle in the extreme.

And I love it and I really think you should too <3

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I was sitting there going “what are those flowers for?  I don’t remember them from The Girl in the Fireplace.  They must have some significance; the visual direction is focusing pretty hardcore on them and they don’t seem like a prop that an actor just made a choice with.  This is intentional.”

…I didn’t even notice they were roses. I really liked this episode.

Also, that gif is perfect.

twerkingderp:

wtfml:

navi-the-xenocide:

mega-meister:

So, if you put your URL in here, you can listen to all the music you’ve ever blogged.

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Oh my sweet baby Jesus.

The happiness I feel right now is amazing

YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW LONG IVE BEEN LOOKING AND WAITING FOR THIS GODDAMN POST TO COME BACK AND THIS TIME IM FUCKING REFERENCING IT 

(Source: pirouette-off-the-fucking-handle)

darklittlefaun:

I believe in body positivity, feminism, and always using your turn signal.

blackdove66:

thoroughlysherlocked:

hippity-hoppity-brigade:

trueamericanenglish:

#molly hooper is the best companion #she wouldn’t even run off

“Molly, why are you still here?”

“You… you told me not to wander off.”

“Oh. Well. That’s strange. I mean, usually I tell them not to wander off, but they never actually listen. Are you sure you’re human?”

YES OH MY GOD YES I NEED MOLLY AS COMPANION.

I had no idea how much I needed that til now.

I WOULD WATCH THAT SO HARD.

GUYS. GUYS I THINK I JUST OFFICIALLY GOT WHOLOCKED.

imagine her telling the doctor

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imagine his face

(Source: elemesy)

yourfriendthenerd:

Oh and there’s a TARDIS in the basement of the auditorium at work. I don’t think it’s bigger on the inside…

Wait…

You work at the same place as my sister!

(Do they still keep the hat and scarf on pegs on the TARDIS?  They were there when I visited, so I had to get a picture.)

fangirl221b:

raaynee:

breakcorechoirboy:

I am borderline crying at how sassy this person is

ROLL BACK THE ATTITUDE

REASONABLY-PRICED SARCASM

(Source: shitshilarious)

tehjai:

steel-plated-hearts:

a kid at hogwarts who just wants to get a proper education but can’t focus because of all of the shit harry potter and his friends keep getting themselves into

Jenna B. Lacey, age eleven, knew exactly what she was going to do with her life.

She was going to go to Hogwarts, get top grades, and be the youngest female Minister of Magic by age 35.

It would have been a good plan, if she hadn’t been in the same year as Harry Potter.

*   *   *   

Year one started out great. She was sorted into Hufflepuff, did well in all her classes, and aced the exams.

A troll smashed its way through the study room she was in on Halloween, but that wasn’t going to deter her. 

*   *   *   

Year two was a disaster. People were getting petrified, and worse—the teachers had to herd them from place to place, which severely cut down on her library time. She had to study in the common room, which meant instead of a nice, quiet atmosphere, she got a soundtrack of nervous Hufflepuffs.

And on top of that, exams were cancelled. It was a disaster.

*   *   *   

Third year, she started to notice a trend.

First the troll, than the petrifications, and now dementor guards and escaped convicts. What did they all have in common? Potter.

After Black broke in and everyone had to spend the night in the Great Hall, interrupting Jenna’s last minute studying for a test the next day, she took to giving Potter angry looks in every class.

He did not notice.

*   *   *   

They announced the Triwizard tournament at dinner the first night of fourth year, and Jenna almost started crying.

Potter was going to take this one over. She just knew it.

And she was right.

Voldemort rose at the end of the year. She honestly didn’t know what she had expected.

*   *   *    

Fifth year brought Umbridge. She joined the DA because she was going to need a better background in defense, but that didn’t mean she was any happier about Potter.

She imagined it was him she was hexing instead of Zachariah Smith.

But, by the end of the year, focus on her studies was impossible. After Dumbledore left, it was complete anarchy.

Potter’s fault. Of course.

*   *   *   

Sixth year she started volunteering in the hospital wing. She needed a backup plan in case Potter fucked it up.

All seemed quiet, until they brought Malfoy in. It was apparently Potter’s fault, which surprised everyone except Jenna.

Later, she was peacefully studying in a little nook on the third floor when some Death Eaters and some other adults started dueling right under her nose.

This was the worst fucking school, honestly.

*   *   *   

They were calling it “The Final Battle.”

Jenna ran through the hall, dodging in and out of the children evacuating, until she saw him. 

“POTTER.”

He turned, startled. “Um—Jenna, right? We’re sort of busy—”

She grabbed the front of his shirt and hauled him up until he was eye level with her. “If I’m not Minister of Magic by age 35, it is going to be entirely your fault and I’m going to hurt you.”

She dropped him and stormed away, leaving him to whatever he was doing. She had to fight this goddamn war so she could go back to her fucking studying.

*   *   *   

She became Minister of Magic at age 36.

Fucking Potter.

I think I just found the best Harry Potter fanfic

(Source: itsvondell)

lifehackable:

More Life Saving Hacks Here

So this is clever and all, but what if they don’t drive past a cop?  Or what if the kidnapper stops suddenly and, without lights to warn the driver behind you, you are suddenly in the direct way of a car crash?  Am I overthinking this?  Probably.

lifehackable:

More SnapChat Hacks Here

oszt:

       iraffiruse:

Long exposure, 3 traffic lights in the fog.

damn this just
this fukn does it for me
this is gorgeous

TL