24 4 / 2014

yabamena:

10thdoctors-companion:

alliartist:

10thdoctors-companion:

alliartist:

I have wanted to make an animated illustration since, about, a million years ago. 
Hey, wow, this is my 7,777th post.
—
Done in Manga Studio 5 & Photoshop CS3
Took so many hours. 

The fact that I can tell those are the Harry Potter books on the shelf is a little worrying.

SOMEONE NOTICED. Thank you.

Nice Supernatural poster as well :D I love this, it’s beautiful.

And The Fall! And Star Wars! This is amazing!

yabamena:

10thdoctors-companion:

alliartist:

10thdoctors-companion:

alliartist:

I have wanted to make an animated illustration since, about, a million years ago. 

Hey, wow, this is my 7,777th post.

Done in Manga Studio 5 & Photoshop CS3

Took so many hours. 

The fact that I can tell those are the Harry Potter books on the shelf is a little worrying.

SOMEONE NOTICED. Thank you.

Nice Supernatural poster as well :D I love this, it’s beautiful.

And The Fall! And Star Wars! This is amazing!

(via onetrackgoblin)

24 4 / 2014

Get involved in a debate over something not very important with someone I don’t really know.

Debate stretches awkwardly with neither really understanding the other and so I keep replying trying to explain my opinion to make it less confrontational but in doing so make it seem more so because I am writing so much.

Apologise for having an opinion in a weird backwards way because I know I shouldn’t apologise for having an opinion but I can’t help it, and so the not-apology comes out weird and awful in a variety of ways.

Feel incredibly guilty and self-conscious over the whole thing.

This is my life.

24 4 / 2014

hisnamewasbeanni:

livesandliesofwizards:

Neville’s office isn’t in the castle.  Well, there is technically a room assigned to him (third floor, fifth door on the right, mind the re-located portrait of Sir Cadogan).  But if you needed help with your Herbology assignment or were sent to see the Head of Gryffindor House about that parakeet you snuck into the fifth floor girl’s toilets, you would never find him there.
Neville had a small cottage near the greenhouses.  There had been some grumbling about its creation when Neville first started teaching, but it was hard to argue with the Minister’s favorite advisor who just happened to be a hero.  So the cottage was built and young Mr. Longbottom and his new wife moved onto the Hogwarts grounds.
There was a steady stream of students coming in and out of the little house during class breaks.  Some carried odd potted plants, some looks of guilt etched on their faces, and some simply dropped by to say hello.  The windows had bright curtains and the chimney always cheerfully puffed smoke.  It was hard not to feel welcomed by the cozy exterior.
Things were different after night fell.  Students still weren’t allowed to wander the grounds at night, but everyone turned a blind eye to those who knocked on the cottage door under cover of darkness.  These students carried no gifts and bore no cheery smiles.  Their faces were tear-stained or bruised or fearful.  They were hunched over, trying to make themselves as small as possible.  They knocked on the door with shaking hands and trembling lips. 
When they entered they would find a crackling fire, a squashy armchair, some of Hannah Longbottom’s famous ginger biscuits and a steaming cup of tea.  And they would find Professor Longbottom, smiling kindly.  He heard stories of homesickness, of bullies and taunts, of fears and failures.  He dried tears and patted backs.  And most importantly, he listened.  
He might quietly find a bully and intervene.  He might Apparate from the Three Broomsticks to the nearest Muggle town and place a call to a concerned parent.  He might consult with Madam Pomfrey on the best way to help manage the anxieties of an overwhelmed fifth year.  He might simply sit and give a firm and thoughtful piece of advice.  But this is not why students came to Professor Longbottom’s house when life was bleak and Hogwarts was too much to bear.
They came because he had once, so many years ago, been like them.  And because they, unlike him, would never have to be alone.
(written and submitted by ppyajunebug. This is another very sweet submission from this author. ppyajunebug’s wizarding world always feels like ultimately a good place, where wrongs are righted and people do kind things. It’s an inviting, pleasant look at canon; thank you, ppyajunebug!)

Awesome. Pure awesome.

hisnamewasbeanni:

livesandliesofwizards:

Neville’s office isn’t in the castle.  Well, there is technically a room assigned to him (third floor, fifth door on the right, mind the re-located portrait of Sir Cadogan).  But if you needed help with your Herbology assignment or were sent to see the Head of Gryffindor House about that parakeet you snuck into the fifth floor girl’s toilets, you would never find him there.

Neville had a small cottage near the greenhouses.  There had been some grumbling about its creation when Neville first started teaching, but it was hard to argue with the Minister’s favorite advisor who just happened to be a hero.  So the cottage was built and young Mr. Longbottom and his new wife moved onto the Hogwarts grounds.

There was a steady stream of students coming in and out of the little house during class breaks.  Some carried odd potted plants, some looks of guilt etched on their faces, and some simply dropped by to say hello.  The windows had bright curtains and the chimney always cheerfully puffed smoke.  It was hard not to feel welcomed by the cozy exterior.

Things were different after night fell.  Students still weren’t allowed to wander the grounds at night, but everyone turned a blind eye to those who knocked on the cottage door under cover of darkness.  These students carried no gifts and bore no cheery smiles.  Their faces were tear-stained or bruised or fearful.  They were hunched over, trying to make themselves as small as possible.  They knocked on the door with shaking hands and trembling lips. 

When they entered they would find a crackling fire, a squashy armchair, some of Hannah Longbottom’s famous ginger biscuits and a steaming cup of tea.  And they would find Professor Longbottom, smiling kindly.  He heard stories of homesickness, of bullies and taunts, of fears and failures.  He dried tears and patted backs.  And most importantly, he listened.  

He might quietly find a bully and intervene.  He might Apparate from the Three Broomsticks to the nearest Muggle town and place a call to a concerned parent.  He might consult with Madam Pomfrey on the best way to help manage the anxieties of an overwhelmed fifth year.  He might simply sit and give a firm and thoughtful piece of advice.  But this is not why students came to Professor Longbottom’s house when life was bleak and Hogwarts was too much to bear.

They came because he had once, so many years ago, been like them.  And because they, unlike him, would never have to be alone.

(written and submitted by ppyajunebug. This is another very sweet submission from this author. ppyajunebug’s wizarding world always feels like ultimately a good place, where wrongs are righted and people do kind things. It’s an inviting, pleasant look at canon; thank you, ppyajunebug!)

Awesome. Pure awesome.

(Source: damngoodyoga.com, via misshasclass)

24 4 / 2014

24 4 / 2014

bound-bliss:

Miniature Book Necklaces @CarasBookishCharms

(via teacoffeebooks)

24 4 / 2014

homohustle:

jotarokujo:

what if the new animal species we discover each year are actually being dropped off by aliens? like they have an over abundance of yeti crabs or something and so they brought some to earth because they knew we’d get a kick out of this

image

This is the cutest conspiracy theory I’ve ever heard

(via seananmcguire)

24 4 / 2014

thetrekkiehasthephonebox:

itreallyisthelittlethings:

greenscrewdriver:

jcatgrl:



itreallyisthelittlethings:



micathemineral:



media-worm:



janice-rand:



bookworm412:



Alice Eve sayin’ it like it is



plot twist: carol marcus is putting on a front of being a weak female character the entire movie but at the very end she brutally murders jj abrams and resurrects gene roddenberry from a pool of abrams’ blood. the crowd is ecstatic.







list of female reboot characters who aren’t A) mother of a main character or B) shown in their underwear at least once:
….
………
………….yeah I got nothin’



ANd a reminder that two of the four women in the Reboot aren’t even named within the script. So for those people who are casual fans have no idea that Winona is Winona or Amanda is Amanda.
Instead they are only known by their relationship to their sons and husbands.
Winona is George Kirk’s Sweetheart and Jim Kirk’s Mother
Amanda is Spock’s Mother, and his Father’s Whore.
Ain’t that swell?



#HOLY SHIT #that last comment #I have seen the movie multiple times and I didn’t even #I didn’t even notice that #I HAD TO GO THE TRANSCRIPT AND CTRL+F TO CHECK BECAUSE I ALMOST DIDN’T BELIEVE IT #they didn’t give AMANDA HER NAME #or Winona but they actually TOOK AMANDA’S NAME AWAY #and then KILLED HER #FUCK #FUCK THE WORLD #and they gave Uhura a first name but it was passed between male characters like an object #accidentally dropped by one and greedily picked up by the other #never given freely #EXCUSE ME I NEED TO GO PUNCH SOMETHING



I feel like there’s some really rageworthy meta potential here about how men’s names are important, but women’s names don’t matter at all (unless, as perceptively pointed out above, that name can be used by male characters to signify possession/etc).

#Think about this: we learn both Jim’s grandfathers’ names in that opening scene#neither of whom are present or ever in the movie at all#but not Jim’s mother’s name#even though she’s right there#in the scene#givin’ birth to the main character#And they couldn’t have had George tag on a ”Winona!” to any part of his dialogue?#like obviously the granfathers’ names were relevant for good reason - of course they were#but they could just have easily have mentioned Winona’s name too y’know? (via greenscrewdriver)

One time I got so mad about this I made an infographic.

thetrekkiehasthephonebox:

itreallyisthelittlethings:

greenscrewdriver:

jcatgrl:

itreallyisthelittlethings:

micathemineral:

media-worm:

janice-rand:

bookworm412:

Alice Eve sayin’ it like it is

plot twist: carol marcus is putting on a front of being a weak female character the entire movie but at the very end she brutally murders jj abrams and resurrects gene roddenberry from a pool of abrams’ blood. the crowd is ecstatic.

list of female reboot characters who aren’t A) mother of a main character or B) shown in their underwear at least once:

  • ….
  • ………
  • ………….yeah I got nothin’

ANd a reminder that two of the four women in the Reboot aren’t even named within the script. So for those people who are casual fans have no idea that Winona is Winona or Amanda is Amanda.

Instead they are only known by their relationship to their sons and husbands.

Winona is George Kirk’s Sweetheart and Jim Kirk’s Mother

Amanda is Spock’s Mother, and his Father’s Whore.

Ain’t that swell?

#HOLY SHIT #that last comment #I have seen the movie multiple times and I didn’t even #I didn’t even notice that #I HAD TO GO THE TRANSCRIPT AND CTRL+F TO CHECK BECAUSE I ALMOST DIDN’T BELIEVE IT #they didn’t give AMANDA HER NAME #or Winona but they actually TOOK AMANDA’S NAME AWAY #and then KILLED HER #FUCK #FUCK THE WORLD #and they gave Uhura a first name but it was passed between male characters like an object #accidentally dropped by one and greedily picked up by the other #never given freely #EXCUSE ME I NEED TO GO PUNCH SOMETHING

I feel like there’s some really rageworthy meta potential here about how men’s names are important, but women’s names don’t matter at all (unless, as perceptively pointed out above, that name can be used by male characters to signify possession/etc).

 (via greenscrewdriver)

One time I got so mad about this I made an infographic.

(via wherenowomenhavegonebefore)

24 4 / 2014

"We now know that 24 hours without sleep, or a week of sleeping four or five hours a night induces an impairment equivalent to a blood alcohol level of .1 percent. We would never say, ‘This person is a great worker! He’s drunk all the time!’ yet we continue to celebrate people who sacrifice sleep for work."

24 4 / 2014

elsajeni:

megadelicious:

dragonlordoferebor:

xyriath:

cumber-cookie-batch:

[When Sir Patrick Stewart was asked to describe Sir Ian McKellen’s early days on the british stage]

Look at that smug face. And he’s doing a little dance!! You can see he’s victory dancing in his head xD [x]

Okay but

really though.

…oh

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I mean:

(Ian McKellen as Hamlet, 1971. I mean, honestly.)

(Source: something-other-than-short, via not-in-front-of-the-klingons)

24 4 / 2014

medievalpoc:

Today on medievalpoc we brainstormed historically accurate Asian women as Robin Hood in Medieval England, with possible Trotula the Medieval gynecologist as a Merry Woman, touched on 30 ways to become An Immortal from a non-Western perspective (including eating mermaid meat!), revisited the accurately diverse demographics of the Caribbean and possibilities thereof (including LGBT pirates), saw some average peasants of color from the Renaissance doing their peasant thing, learned about the legendary beauty of an enslaved man named Paul in Pre-Revolutionary France, attempted to clarify the sociopolitical nuances of terminology, religion and race in 16th century Spain and Portugal, and called out Gilgamesh for being a raging tryhard.

^ In one day. Which is kinda the point here-and why I can be pretty critical of how we see the same things over and over and over in Medieval style fantasy media.

No writer or creator is limited by history or “historical accuracy”.

Anything you can possibly imagine has a historical precedent.

I find that prospect absolutely thrilling, and I hope you do, too.