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snarkywordsworth:

Favorite Female Characters - 007/100
Elinor Dashwood, Sense and Sensibility (1995)

Elinor Dashwood: What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering. For weeks, Marianne, I’ve had this pressing on me without being at liberty to speak of it to a single creature. It was forced on me by the very person whose prior claims ruined all my hope. I have endured her exultations again and again whilst knowing myself to be divided from Edward forever. Believe me, Marianne, had I not been bound to silence I could have provided proof enough of a broken heart, even for you. 

snarkywordsworth:

Favorite Female Characters - 007/100

Elinor Dashwood, Sense and Sensibility (1995)

Elinor Dashwood: What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering. For weeks, Marianne, I’ve had this pressing on me without being at liberty to speak of it to a single creature. It was forced on me by the very person whose prior claims ruined all my hope. I have endured her exultations again and again whilst knowing myself to be divided from Edward forever. Believe me, Marianne, had I not been bound to silence I could have provided proof enough of a broken heart, even for you. 

clarawebbwillcutoffyourhead:

IS BEING HYDRATED REALLY WORTH ALL THIS PEEING?

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I was tagged by eatprayvalkyrie

Rules: Find out which characters share the same personality type as you here and copy out the characters that you find relevant below. Then tag five friends and let them know you tagged them! (The super high-tech online Meyers-Briggs quiz is here if you’re not sure what you are.)

INTJ (Mastermind)

INTJs are clever, analytical, pragmatic and logical, and are not scared to tell someone (or themselves) when they’re being stupid. They emphasize efficiency, making them simultaneously loners and excellent leaders. Their natural talent for planning and system-building often makes them the perfect villains.

  • Ben Wyatt (Human Disaster) - Parks & Recreation
  • Louse Belcher - Bob’s Burgers
  • Rupert Giles - Buffy the Vampire Slayer
  • Dr. Cristina Yang - Grey’s Anatomy
  • Severus Snape - Harry Potter
  • Dr. Gregory House - House M.D.
  • Fitzwilliam Darcy - Pride & Prejudice
  • Hannibal Lecter AND Clarice Starling - Silence of the Lambs
  • Captain Jean-Luc Picard - Star Trek: The Next Generation
  • Atticus Finch - To Kill A Mockingbird

TAGGING SOME PEOPLE mkissa, derevko, holdouttroutmylittleredgirl, zhouyi

fitzylovesjemma:

brutereason:

thelethifoldwitch:

Val was adopted. Her dad, lovely though he was, wasn’t really her dad. She didn’t know who really was though, and her dad was kind, even if she refused to call him “dad”.
She’d never known why he’d fought so hard adopt her. She was the weird kid at the foster home, the one weird stuff happened around, the one who’d managed to warn Gemma that there was an adder by her foot, and managed to tease the adder away. 
(She made things vanish too, though she didn’t know where they went. She could get them to come back, sometimes.)
But Dudley had fought for her, said that yes, the other children were perfectly lovely but Valerian Makepeace was something else, something, he said, pointing to her empty file, no other parents had seemed prepared to accept.
Val was a child Dudley Dursley fought to adopt, and adopt her he did. When things went missing he was never angry. When odd things happened he never demanded to know what had occurred. When the snake crawled up his leg and only Val could get it off he just nodded and said, “just like Harry you are.”
She didn’t really know who Harry was. 
But when, that summer, the year she turned 11, an owl landed on her windowsill, holding a letter in its beak, Dudley smiled. “Just like Harry you are,” he said again.
He explained about magic - or what little he could. Explained how his cousin - no, he wasn’t in contact with Harry much anymore, just that odd moving Christmas card each year - could do magic. Explained how there was a place in London, Diagonally, where she could get the things on the list, if she wanted to go.
Val wanted to go.
Dudley sent a letter to his cousin. The address (Godric’s Hollow, what a funny name, Val thought) neatly written and the letter quickly responded to. A barn owl (named Wendelin, apparently) came with a letter saying to go to a particular corner in London, where Harry would meet them.
Meet them he did, him and his whole family, and extended family, red head after red head, and Harry standing dark haired among them all, two dark haired boys, bickering beside him.
"Val are you?" he said, bending a bit so his eyes, dancing and green, were at her height. "It’s alright, I didn’t know what was going on when I was told. You’re a witch. Have you ever done strange things before?"
Val nodded because she had, though she’d always hesitated to call them magic.
"It’s alright. Would you like me to show you how to do something else strange?"
Val nodded because this was an adult not just, as dad did, accepting the strangeness, but asking for it. When she tapped the bricks, lifted by Dudley so she could reach the top one, she didn’t expect anything to happen.
But they moved.
Behind her the army of redheads cheered, and as her dad lifted her down and touched a kiss to her hair she smiled, properly, widely, as she handed the wand back.
She knew what she was now.
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(Idea of Dudley having a muggle-born Slytherin daughter from ninnieamee)

I just…want to read the entire seven-book series.

I haven’t even finished Harry Potter and I want this.

fitzylovesjemma:

brutereason:

thelethifoldwitch:

Val was adopted. Her dad, lovely though he was, wasn’t really her dad. She didn’t know who really was though, and her dad was kind, even if she refused to call him “dad”.

She’d never known why he’d fought so hard adopt her. She was the weird kid at the foster home, the one weird stuff happened around, the one who’d managed to warn Gemma that there was an adder by her foot, and managed to tease the adder away. 

(She made things vanish too, though she didn’t know where they went. She could get them to come back, sometimes.)

But Dudley had fought for her, said that yes, the other children were perfectly lovely but Valerian Makepeace was something else, something, he said, pointing to her empty file, no other parents had seemed prepared to accept.

Val was a child Dudley Dursley fought to adopt, and adopt her he did. When things went missing he was never angry. When odd things happened he never demanded to know what had occurred. When the snake crawled up his leg and only Val could get it off he just nodded and said, “just like Harry you are.”

She didn’t really know who Harry was. 

But when, that summer, the year she turned 11, an owl landed on her windowsill, holding a letter in its beak, Dudley smiled. “Just like Harry you are,” he said again.

He explained about magic - or what little he could. Explained how his cousin - no, he wasn’t in contact with Harry much anymore, just that odd moving Christmas card each year - could do magic. Explained how there was a place in London, Diagonally, where she could get the things on the list, if she wanted to go.

Val wanted to go.

Dudley sent a letter to his cousin. The address (Godric’s Hollow, what a funny name, Val thought) neatly written and the letter quickly responded to. A barn owl (named Wendelin, apparently) came with a letter saying to go to a particular corner in London, where Harry would meet them.

Meet them he did, him and his whole family, and extended family, red head after red head, and Harry standing dark haired among them all, two dark haired boys, bickering beside him.

"Val are you?" he said, bending a bit so his eyes, dancing and green, were at her height. "It’s alright, I didn’t know what was going on when I was told. You’re a witch. Have you ever done strange things before?"

Val nodded because she had, though she’d always hesitated to call them magic.

"It’s alright. Would you like me to show you how to do something else strange?"

Val nodded because this was an adult not just, as dad did, accepting the strangeness, but asking for it. When she tapped the bricks, lifted by Dudley so she could reach the top one, she didn’t expect anything to happen.

But they moved.

Behind her the army of redheads cheered, and as her dad lifted her down and touched a kiss to her hair she smiled, properly, widely, as she handed the wand back.

She knew what she was now.

(Image Source)

(Idea of Dudley having a muggle-born Slytherin daughter from ninnieamee)

I just…want to read the entire seven-book series.

I haven’t even finished Harry Potter and I want this.

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yanapieceofme:

Me when I’m forced to go anywhere.

yanapieceofme:

Me when I’m forced to go anywhere.

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shouldnt:

We’ve officially reached that annoying time of year where it’s sweater weather in the morning, but by midday you die from a heatstroke.

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phoebewahl:

I painted my favorite quote by my favorite poet in my sketchbook.
From "Wild Geese" by Mary Oliver. 
Painted by me, Phoebe Wahl, 2014. 

phoebewahl:

I painted my favorite quote by my favorite poet in my sketchbook.

From "Wild Geese" by Mary Oliver. 

Painted by me, Phoebe Wahl, 2014. 

Richard Dean Anderson is...? asked by Anonymous

bethanyactually:

noirbettie:

bethanyactually:

poseysprostate:

Please tell me you’re asking about his Jack O’Neill days because I saw a recent photo of him and it was more disappointing than Brendan Frasier.

Hello, friend and fellow Stargate fan! Did you know that RDA is 64 years old, and has been basically retired from acting for nine years? That’s nine years during which he focused on building his house; being a single, full-time dad to his daughter, who is now a teenager; and traveled around the world to dozens of fan conventions. Also during that time, he had several surgeries he’d been putting off for years until he had the time off to do them, including multiple painful foot surgeries and surgery to correct a blocked heart valve, in addition to dealing with chronic back pain and knee pain from all the times he injured himself over the years doing stunts and just, you know, living life. A couple of times, he was forced into extended periods of recovery and inactivity, and required medications that caused weight gain. And did I mention that the man is 64 years old?

*sigh* You know what? I’m tired of having this discussion about anyone. Because A PERSON’S VALUE DOES NOT LIE IN THEIR APPEARANCE. Not Richard Dean Anderson’s, not Brendan Frasier’s, not Angelina Jolie’s, not yours, not mine, not anyone’s.

Look. It’s rude to comment on other people’s bodies, whether they’re famous, or your sister, or “they used to be hot!” All human beings age. RDA has just as much worth as a person now, as a fat old guy, as he did as a young fit guy—and he certainly has more wisdom. Please don’t reduce him, or anyone, to a mere body with an attractiveness expiration date by focusing on something as changeable as appearance.

Every time Bethany writes about this, i am overcome with the urge to respond, “AND I’D STILL HIT THAT.” Because I would still hit that.

Every time I write about this, I’m overcome with the urge to add “AND MY FRIEND ANNIKA WOULD STILL HIT THAT” somewhere. (I would too, honestly.)

Well said, Bethany.

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