100 POWERFUL FEMALE CHARACTERS (in no particular order):
↳ 006 - Rose Tyler (doctor who)
"You don’t just give up. You don’t just let things happen. You make a stand! You say no! You have the guts to do what’s right even when everyone else just runs away."
Whedonverse Appreciation | Buffy Summers
- [1/3] Outfits/
Once More With Feeling
“Without each of you, we would not be here.”
“Proof” updated version.
STOP IT I’M FREAKING OUT
I am both scared and excited
LET’S NOT FORGET THE FUCKING DALEK EYESTALK THAT WASHED UP IN FLORIDA
Or the Utah Cave Painting resembling the TARDIS~
let me repost this again
Not to mention the fact Mars is full of water.
Ladies and gentlemen, Gallifrey
Remember those things the Master had? So:
Crack in time?
So now I’m just gonna sit down and wait.
i just nearly fell down the stairs running to tell my dad that the doctor is real and that the internet has proof…
let’s not forget about this painting that has been made in 1959.It looks like Amy and Rory who actually lived somewhere around that time
This is my favorite post ever
Everytime I see this post again, it has been updated with lots more information that seriously make me if all is real.
Found this in a subway station,
and that’s an ancient Scottish symbol
does anybody remember this or
IT GOT BETTER
Whovians, prepare for battle. The battle for Earth.
EVERY TIME I SEE THIS POST ITS BEEN UPDATED WITH MORE PROOF WHICH MAKES ME BOTH VERY EXCITED AND A LITTLE SCARED
This is why Doctor Who fandom is fucking amazing.
(AGGRESSIVELY MAKES TARDIS NOISES)
I cared about these people. I don’t understand.
What have I done wrong? Why do they hate me?
The only free seat is behind the Stilinski kid, who Derek vaguely remembers from a trip to visit Uncle Peter in the hospital a couple of months ago. Stilinski’s as gangly as Derek remembers, with a baseball cap perched backwards on his head, and he gives Derek this look as Derek sits behind him, this blatantly obvious once-over, and Derek’s used to being ogled but this is ridiculous.
"Hey," says Stilinski, sotto voce, flipping his chair around so he’s straddling it and facing Derek. A flirtatious grin quirks his mouth. His very soft, very full mouth - not that Derek’s noticing it, because he isn’t. “I just wanted to say that I am totally okay with showing you around the school or, y’know, helping you find your classrooms if you get lost.”
Derek rolls his eyes. “Stop hitting on me before Harris gives you detention.”
"Detention would absolutely be worth it. I’d better give you my number so you can call me if you need me."
"I don’t need you. For anything." Not to mention it’s impossible for Derek to get lost, even in an unfamiliar school, because he’s a werewolf and he can find his way simply by following his nose. Or his ears.
"C’mon, gimme a chance. I bet you could need me for a lot of things.”
"Stiles," says another guy from next to Stilinski in a theatrical stage-whisper, "stop bothering the new guy. He isn’t your next Lydia Martin."
"Shut up, Scott," Stilinski - Stiles? - says, not bothering to look away from Derek. "And I’m very well aware he isn’t my next Lydia Martin. He’s endowed in ways Lydia isn’t. Ways I’m very interested in exploring.”
Funnily enough, even though Stiles is flirting with him, Stiles doesn’t smell like lust, or not mostly like lust; instead, he smells like nervousness and happiness and some unnamable emotion that niggles at Derek’s mind like the buzz of an unseen cricket.
It’s strange enough for Derek to stare at Stiles a little longer than he means to, and for Stiles’s smile to widen in response.
Shit. Derek flicks his eyes down to his desk and determinedly doesn’t look up at Stiles for the remainder of the class. Being home-schooled was so much simpler.
bbc merlin fest: day 12↳ Alternate Universe: For years, Merlin has had to see others like him die at Uther’s hand. Ultimately, he turns against Camelot and everything he’s ever known.
Please don’t take my John away
Tissues to your left ladies and gentlemen, tissues to your left…
#One of my absolute favorite scenes #I love how Colin decided to make Merlin all gentle and soft while dealing with simpleton!arthur #I love how Colin chose to let Merlin touch Arthur all the time #even if it was only for leading him somewhere or helping him #I love how Colin decided to let Merlin be obvious about his caring for Arthur #It just shows that under normal cicrumstances when Arthur is king and Merlin the servant Merlin always holds back #always restrains himself #with simpleton!arthur he didn’t feel like he had to edit himself #He was honest with him #he touched him #he cared for him #I love all of the choices Colin made as an actor #It was really important for the Merthur-relationship #merthur #and feels
At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.
Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.
They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut. Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.
“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.
“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside? I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”
If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.
Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.
The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known. Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.
This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.
Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own. Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets.
The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.
The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.
They were worried they would have to be kind.
They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.
Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom. But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.
Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.
(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)
THIS WAS SO STINKIN CUTE EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND READ THIS