July 2012
171 posts
- Old Generation: "You were named after your grandfather."
- Now Generation: "You were named after a celebrity."
- Next Generation: "You were named after a fictional character."
- person: omg how do you read books so fast?
- me: ... That wasn't even fast. I usually finish it in a day.
- person: omg but it takes me like a month to read a book!
- me: *stares in disbelief with mouth wide open looking like a goddamn fish while wondering how the frick it can take someone that long to read a book that is not the encyclopaedia or some shit*
Apparently some new fans of Doctor Who are calling themselves "Dweeks", not "Whovians". I think we need to remedy this. Reblog if you call yourself a WHOVIAN.
sherlockingthroughtimeandspace:
you know those feels
when you’re so into something
and you just wanna talk about it all the time but everyone else around you would be like wat
Reblog if you had to learn tumblr by yourself. Without help from anyone.
If you are a Doctor Who fan, just reblog. It will make sense later.
“As Harry Potter was the only other thing I was passionate about, the doctors gave consent for me to leave the hospital and collect the fifth Harry Potter book, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, from the local book shop. I was so ecstatic to have the book and excited to begin reading it, but there was never any hint of your imminent arrival and the way you would change my life so drastically. Luna, you instantly captivated me. I didn’t know why but there was something about you with your upside-down magazine, straggly blonde hair, and the honest, abashed way you stared at people without blinking that fascinated and perplexed me at once. You laughed hysterically at one of Ron’s quips and didn’t stop to excuse yourself and feel ashamed when it became clear that everyone found you strange. Throughout the book, I found myself waiting for your brief appearances and wanting to know more about you and why you were the way you were. You baffled me, not because you were odd (though indeed you were), but because you were… perfect. But it was a different kind of perfect to the perfectly thin, smiling magazine girls I simultaneously idolised and reviled. It was the way you carried your oddness like it was the most natural thing in the world. You didn’t market your oddness as your defining feature the way some insecure teenagers do, in guise of confidence and security. And nor were you oblivious to the awkward and uncomfortable feelings your oddness provoked in others. When, unable to comprehend how you wore your oddness so honestly and unashamedly, your peers reverted to mockery and bullying, you recognised this as a reflection of their own deep-seated insecurity and calmly let them carry on, quite above your head. You weren’t trying hard to present a certain aspect of yourself that would boldly identify you in the world. And that’s when it occurred to me how bizarre and positively ridiculous it was to apply the word “weird” to describe you, when you represented the most natural and unpretentious state possible to be; you were yourself.”
—Evanna Lynch, in part of her Dear Mr. Potter letter, where she describes first reading about Luna while in a recovery programme for anorexia (via holymotherofhnng)
Mind me, I think Xenophilius Lovegood is hawt...
ikr!? Seriously want to write a fanfic now about him and my Harry Potter OC….
Yes, please! We are in desperate need of more Xeno fics!
“I’d rather read the iTunes User Agreement.”
— one of the Amazon reviewers on Fifty Shades of Grey (via quicksummary)
