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Queer, cis, mid-twenties, Pākehā, New Zealander, Auckland.

A blog featuring stuff that makes me happy/full of rage/hopeful/sad/laugh my ass off.

Mostly what makes me full of rage is bigotry, so don't expect any of that here.
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OH MY GODS. ATTENTION TO johnnysnotmyname and imallamaturkeyfish
IMAGINE if Cobie Smulders died her hair blonde WOULDN’T IT REMIND YOU OF SOMEONE?

OH MY GODS. ATTENTION TO johnnysnotmyname and imallamaturkeyfish

IMAGINE if Cobie Smulders died her hair blonde WOULDN’T IT REMIND YOU OF SOMEONE?

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doctor who: moffat era + the worst muse 

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face-down-asgard-up:

orangeis:

trashybooksforladies:

Meanwhile, Larry actor Jason Biggs and George “Pornstache” Mendez actor Pablo Schrieber will not appear in Season 3.
 

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doesitlooklikeiwantedtoknowthat:

dracofidus:

sevy-sev:

Giles gets knocked down

last night i accidentally made this piece of garbage and i can’t stop laughing

This is, literally, the greatest video ever made in the history of the world.

NO, you don’t understand, this is perfect. 

I CAN’T DEAL with how great this is. 

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helltothenaw:

paainfully:

I love the earthy colors in this outfit, but I didn’t really have anywhere to wear it so pictures will do.
Also the manager of the local sushi place was so impressed with my shitty japanese that he gave me his number, that made my day lol.

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I can’t help it, I’m hopeless in high heels, because I am in essence and essentially a clown. If I’d been born 300 years ago, I would have had a bladder on a stick and a cap and bells. - Emma Thompson

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imallamaturkeyfish:

lasocialista I assume you’ve also see this.

BY THE QUIFF OF BEELZEBUB

EEEEP. That is some srs bsns. I wish your fingers the most productive of tappity taps! I’m sure it’ll be great. :) But please if you ever need to, freak out over wicdiv with me. Please.

I MEAN GODDAMN (literally)

I have so much work but I CAN’T DO IT. BECAUSE LIFE RUINER. Also, I wrote a fic…. (short 1000 word one shot prolly shit). For the first time im TEN YEARS. This is how bad it’s gotten.

Wow, that is serious. I am so close to falling off that cliff with Battlestar Galactica. But I can’t. Because my dissertation is due in 2 months. 

HALP SHE’S RUINING MY LIFE. I HAVE SO MUCH WORK TO DO.
imallamaturkeyfish replied to your post:I’m really enjoying the…
GO ON, LAUGH AT MY PAIN.

I’m really enjoying the Wicked-and-the-Divine-spiral-of-doom that is currently consuming imallamaturkeyfish

yungrufio:

babeobaggins:

I hope I die from asphyxiation

nicki is the ultimate

all roads lead to nicki

BLESS HER

We are so not worthy

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harrypotterheadcanons1:

fantasticallyficticious:livesandliesofwizards:

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.

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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.

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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

This was so cute that I had to show you guys!!!

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We goin’ in

The Singing Butler (1992), Jack Vettriano / Drunk In Love, Beyoncé ft. Jay-Z