The Little Whovian Hippy

handsomecaptainofsass:

pondarling:

matt-smith:

do you ever just passionately miss the first series of doctor who but not just because you miss Nine but because you miss the monsters and the simple story lines that were new and so interesting and the companions that didn’t need a…

countkalvitus:

kittje:

IM SCREAMING

ONLY A QUARTER WHAT A STEAL

markdoesstuff:

cosplayingwhileblack:

intergalacticafro:

"Are you sure that’s a real spell?" said the girl. "Well, it’s not very good, is it? I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice and it’s all worked for me. Nobody in my family’s magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it’s the very best school of witchcraft there is, I’ve heard—I’ve learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough—I’m Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?”

having grown up with the HP series, i have said on multiple occasions that i am hermione granger. it’s no coincidence that we’ve never been in the same room, and i too am a magical bossy know-it-all with big hair who’s smart in school.

but now…now it’s OFFICIAL. and here are the pics to prove it~

photos taken/edited by ArtsyRaccoon, it was my first time working with her and she did an AMAZING job and was so sweet, please go check her out ;-;

more photos from this shoot HERE

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P E R F E C T I O N

doctorwhogifs:

Elisabeth Sladen and Brian Miller (who were married from 1968 until Sladen’s death in 2011) both appeared in Classic Who and New Who: she as Sarah Jane Smith, he as Dugdale in Snakedance, a Dalek voice in Resurrection of the Daleks and Remembrance of the Daleks, and a tramp in Deep Breath.

Though their time on Who did not overlap, they appeared opposite each other in the Sarah Jane Adventures episode The Mad Woman in the Attic:

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nitratediva:

It’s National Women’s Equality Day. Approximately 50% of American movies made before 1925 were written by women; compare that with about 10% of movies these days. [Sources here and here.]

Since the dawn of cinema, women have been making meaningful contributions to the film industry behind the camera. Here are just a few of those distinguished ladies who made movies.

  • Alice Guy Blaché – actress, writer, cinematographer, producer, director
  • Lois Weber – actress, writer, producer, director
  • Cleo Madison – actress, writer, producer, director
  • Anita Loos – actress, writer, producer
  • Mary Pickford – actress, writer, producer, director
  • Mabel Normand – actress, writer, producer, director
  • Dorothy Arzner – writer, editor, director
  • Mae West – actress, writer

betsumei:

baeddelfox:

tobiasxva:

The Selfie (x)

Exactly.

Doesnt hurt that all my friends are cute trans girls.

It certainly doesn’t. <3

get-happy-griff:

kuogayku:

intentionallyhomosexual:

hawk-and-handsaw:

It’s 2089. all cops have been replaced by genetically modified dogs that let children pet them, help old ladies cross the street, chase down criminals, never eat donuts, bark at cat-callers, analyze dna, easily track down murders, pee on white collar criminals, and tear the faces off of rapists. utopia has been reached. 

How was this accomplished you ask?
Well its simple
Dogs are colorblind

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BEST POST I HAVE SEEN ALL DAY!

trandafiri:

underbiteunite:

Daisy’s name was originally Scooter prior to adopting her. I renamed her Daisy in hopes that she will blossom into a beautiful, strong girl, just like the flower. I think she did.

awwwwwwwwww c:

trandafiri:

underbiteunite:

Daisy’s name was originally Scooter prior to adopting her. I renamed her Daisy in hopes that she will blossom into a beautiful, strong girl, just like the flower. I think she did.

awwwwwwwwww c:

bringmeknitting:

hellyeahpenguinsofmadagascar:

The Penguins of Madagascar | November 26, 2014

oH MY GOD

4gifs:

Otter what are you doing the table is for people. [video]

4gifs:

Otter what are you doing the table is for people. [video]


LILY AND THE PORTRAIT:    Portraits could only mimic their real counterparts, even the headmaster portraits that were specially trained to guide Hogwarts’ future generations. Severus had no such time in his single year as Headmaster—and yet, his portrait seemed real enough to befriend. She first found him in a oft-empty frame by the armor gallery and tried to show Al, but Al said that they already met once, and they didn’t get past introductions and “Your father named you what?”     She bore the old headmaster’s sneers better than her brothers, and he was kinder to her, in his own way. She found that if she brought her Potions homework and sat underneath the frame, he would ridicule her mistakes as she worked but slowly enough for her to correct each of them. In her sixth year, after showing him her O in Potions, he told her where to find his old textbook.    On her last day of Hogwarts, she knocked next to the frame. Slowly, one of his eyes opened, like a serpent awoken from its slumber.    “Thank you, Professor.”    His lip curled upwards. She sensed some pride. “You are welcome. You were an excellent pupil.” He paused momentarily. "Miss Potter."    If her father were listening, he’d have thought it strange, for it would have been the first time that he heard his last name uttered in that voice without disdain.

LILY AND THE PORTRAIT:
    Portraits could only mimic their real counterparts, even the headmaster portraits that were specially trained to guide Hogwarts’ future generations. Severus had no such time in his single year as Headmaster—and yet, his portrait seemed real enough to befriend. She first found him in a oft-empty frame by the armor gallery and tried to show Al, but Al said that they already met once, and they didn’t get past introductions and “Your father named you what?
    She bore the old headmaster’s sneers better than her brothers, and he was kinder to her, in his own way. She found that if she brought her Potions homework and sat underneath the frame, he would ridicule her mistakes as she worked but slowly enough for her to correct each of them. In her sixth year, after showing him her O in Potions, he told her where to find his old textbook.
    On her last day of Hogwarts, she knocked next to the frame. Slowly, one of his eyes opened, like a serpent awoken from its slumber.
    “Thank you, Professor.”
    His lip curled upwards. She sensed some pride. “You are welcome. You were an excellent pupil.” H
e paused momentarily. "Miss Potter."
    If her father were listening, he’d have thought it strange, for it would have been the first time that he heard his last name uttered in that voice without disdain.

thevirginharry:

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