memorable neal & peter scenes1.11 home invasion

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again, tumblr really jacks me off

so so many people on here sit and blog about feminism and about how we need a change and about how bad it is that the media is plagued by misogyny and racism and so on and so on but THE BIGGEST FUCKING FANDOMS ON HERE

superfuckingwholock? ?? ? ? ?  how how how how how can you people be so hypocritical my god

how can one minute you claim to be striving for equality and women’s rights and then the next second be blogging about sherlock or doctor who, TWO shows runs by one of the most problematic men in the media industry right now how how how

On the note of brain having random Caprica/BSG thoughts…

I was thinking a bit about how Caprica would get to BSG/how Zoe and Tamara’s role interacting with the Final Five (we know from interviews that they were planning on having Zoe talk to one of the Final Five to get the key needed to download Zoe into a human body, and that Zoe would’ve been a prototype/gone into Six while Tamara was Eight, and my brain’s been playing around with those facts along with some of the other pieces of BSG while I do the rewatch, and…)

  • The last shot of Clarice is her preaching to the Cylon Centurions, and we know that Clarice wanted to achieve apotheosis in virtual form, so it might’ve been possible for Clarice’s arc to take her into a place where she ended up having some input in some fashion into one of the Cylon models…and that number would have been Number Three. D’Anna Biers reminds me a lot of Clarice, particularly given D’Anna’s eventual role in being determined to find out more about the Final Five and to be the one who determines the truth about the temple in S3. in the Lucy Lawless interview where she says "She’s like the ultimate narcissist. She believes that she is the pure form, so she is constantly trying to bring everyone else in line with her world view." This makes me think of Clarice’s statues of herself in virtual-heaven, her convictions that she is the voice of God and interpreter of God’s will…if Tamara Adama went into Eight and Zoe Graystone went into Six, I now have the head canon that a piece of Clarice Willow lived on in Three. 
  • Speaking of Tamara, I realllly wish I could make graphics, because I would love to see one that intercuts gifs of Leoben telling Roslin “Adama is a Cylon,” Tamara Adama, and Number Eight. Leoben was telling the truth, in a way, even if he didn’t know it.
  • (and in this light Six saying that Eight is a weak model makes me think of Zoe castigating Lacy for not being able to get on the train to Gemenon, so Caprica adds that layer to that comment as well as adding depth to the “Eights wavering between humanity and Cylon-ness” issue, Tamara can’t feel her heartbeat but is Tamara Adama in a way that “I’m not her” Zoe-A has differentiated herself from Zoe Graystone)
  • (…although there was irony in that given that Zoe-A goes back to live with her family at the end of the series where Tamara has cut herself off from her father) 
  • …and thinking about the ladies made me wonder what would’ve happened to Lacy Rand by the end of the series and a small part of my brain whispered “hybrid" because I think the actress who plays the hybrid kind of looks like an older Lacy, and because Lacy’s association for Cylons, search for truth, and…not thinking about this because I’m going to make myself sad if I let myself think that Lacy’s story ends in Cylon experimentation

Levi is me

Photographer: Darien Photography 

The long awaited Otakon photos.  I’m pretty happy with them~

In regards to requests, I think I'll have to introduce the SASS rule:


I don’t mean to sound bossy, but I’m not likely to respond to a request if it’s a wall of text. Giving me every single tiny detail of what you want to see in it doesn’t leave me very much room for creativity, and creativity is why I started this blog in the first place.

Plus, if you provide really detailed instructions, it massively increases the chance that I won’t do it how you wanted me to do it.

So please…


Short and simple.

have you ever not liked someone in a romantic way and everything is cool and all then they do something small like touch your shoulder or say something funny and you just kind of freeze and think


oh no

Children. They were teaching children

Rowena, Godric, Salazar; they tended to forget that. They saw young minds, young acolytes - eyes that would look up to them. Not innocence. Not childish wonder.

Toughen them, said Godric.

Make them smart, said Rowena.

And ambitious, above all, said Salazar.

But war and the real world; that was not where children belonged. Aye, they would belong one day, but it was not their part to turn them cruel, make them hard, make their eyes dart sideways always looking for ways to twist the world to further their own ends. They were to protect them. Shield them from the worst so that some good, some kindness would find its way into an ever darkening world. To give them weapons and teach them how to use them, but never tell them that those weapons were their only hope.

She’d seen in all the battles she’d rode out to just how dark the world could be. Was it not their duty to bring light into this world? To fight darkness with light; not with more darkness - with divisiveness and strife and hatred?

I will take them all, she said. 

I will protect the ones you will not. I will save them. I will give them a home. They will be the last rays of all that is good in this world. I will teach them kindness. I will teach them loyalty. I will teach them selflessness.

I will teach them how to be the backbone, the heart of this world. I will teach them how to stand steadfast, when all hope is lost. 

I will teach them how to be human, to be more than just one single word.

No, she knew, theirs would not be an easy path, or a glorious one. They would have no songs. No great tales in books. No laurels. No consolation, no thanks.

But they would be the reason why, when the darkness finally came, all of them in all their different colours would stand shoulder to shoulder and draw their wands as brothers in arms.

Not for achievements. Not for trophies. Not for power.

For goodness. For hope.

And when the time came for them to choose the words that would forever guide the children that would come to them, Helga smiled and engraved, upon a bronze plaque, these words:

Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.

(But her students remembered a very different set of words. Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.)

(Helga Hufflepuff requested by boney-eyes-jefferson)


Doctor Who’s Quinquagenary → Full Circle

"Perhaps I should go home. Back to my own planet… But I can’t… I can’t…” -First Doctor, The Massacre of St. Bartholomew’s Eve

"I have a new destination. My journey is the same as yours, the same as anyone’s. It’s taken me so many years, so many lifetimes, but at last I know where I’m going, where I’ve always been going. Home… the long way round.”  -Eleventh DoctorThe Day of the Doctor

out of all the aspects of millennial-bashing, i think the one that most confuses me is the “millennials all got trophies as a kid, so now they’re all self-centered narcissists” theory

like— kids are pretty smart, y’all. they can see that every kid on the team gets a trophy and is told they did a good job; they can also see that not every kid on the team deserves a trophy, and not everyone did do a good job

the logical conclusion to draw from this is not “i’m great and i deserve praise”— it’s “no matter how mediocre i am, people will still praise me to make me feel better, so i can’t trust any compliments or accolades i receive”

this is not a recipe for overconfidence and narcissism. it is a recipe for constant self-guessing, low self-esteem, and a distrust of one’s own abilities and skills.

where did this whole “ugh millennials think their so-so work is super great” thing even come from it is a goddamn mystery


Every soldier is prepared to die. But these people aren’t just pawns on a chessboard. They all have names, families and feelings in their hearts too. They are all humans who live and bleed.

This moment is so incredibly important. Haru’s eyes have been dim ever since he lost to Rin, ever since Rin said he would never swim with him. He even said so himself, he didn’t care about the tournament after that. He questioned the only thing he’d ever been sure of and that’s how he felt in the water. And I think Makoto knows exactly how to bring Haru to a place where he can find the answers he needs himself and that is why he is such a god damn good friend. Instead of pushing things onto Haru, instead of trying to fix all of Haru’s problems himself, he knows exactly how much to distance himself to let Haru figure it out on his own. He knows exactly what to say to let Haru sort out his thoughts and that takes something really special. And you can see, in this moment, the light returns to Haru’s eyes and that says exactly how important Makoto is to Haru.


I’ll be alright. 

I’ve dealt with this before. 

Lifehack: if you go into the theaters with the mindset that books and movies are different forms of entertainment you’ll be a lot happier in life


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