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Caity. 24. Las Vegas (US). Primarily a My Mad Fat Diary blog, but will occasionally post other stuff that tickles my fancy. Twitter: @C8linNicole Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/hall2caitlin/
Monday, September 1, 2014 with 1,038,530 notes




petition for the next companion to not be a white girl in her 20s who crushes on the Doctor 

petition for the next companion to be a grumpy chinese-american grandma who complains about plot-holes and knits the doctor horrific time-travel-themed sweaters to wear when she thinks it’s cold out (most of the time)

reblogging because this is the best idea ever

Monday, September 1, 2014 with 78,599 notes



If you do not reblog this, you are in fact lying.

Hey, don’t you fucking scroll down




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Sunday, August 31, 2014 with 670,181 notes



there’s something really interesting in this passage that I wanted to point out Trelawney assumes that Harry was born in midwinter because of his “dark hair” and “mean stature” and “tragic losses so young in life” Tom Riddle was born in midwinter, is describe in CoS as resembling Harry, and his mother died right after his birth Harry has a piece of Voldemort’s soul in him that’s why Trelawney made that assumption


For those of you who don’t know your Greek mythology, Cassandra was the daughter of the King and Queen of Troy. Apollo tried to get in her pants by giving her the gift of prophecy and took nice guy douche-bagging to a godly level by cursing her when she turned him down. 
The curse? That she would never be believed. 
So all of Cassandra’s warnings to the people of Troy fell on deaf ears. 
And in case you don’t remember, Trelawny mentions that her great-great-grandmother’s name was … you guessed it… “Cassandra” 

— Things I’ll teach my children (via infl4ted)  (via dylanohcryin)

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Sunday, August 31, 2014 with 285,614 notes
Dan just did the Ice Bucket challenge and nominated Jodie and Sharon!




If Fox thinks that a Muslim can’t write a book about Christianity

would they agree that men can’t write legislation about women?



Sunday, August 31, 2014 with 262,918 notes




I’m grossed out by the kind of stuff tumblr does to its users over an extended period of time

Grammar and punctuation is completely lost on some people, to the point where their posts are unreadable and irritating

And tumblr fosters and feeds this incredible narcissism and need to impress people- people who don’t really matter in the grand scheme of things.



Sunday, August 31, 2014 with 122,852 notes


So once upon a time, itsmirallegro decided to post about a hypothetical son for Rae and Finn. And it made me think of a ‘What If’-Daughter. 

The idea ate my brain. So, nearly 9500 words later, I’m posting a half-story half-character breakdown. 

I present to you: Rosie Nelson

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Saturday, August 30, 2014 with 87 notes


Ok I am not a misandrist or anything, but I would never vote for a male running for president. Everyone knows their jobs are fixing cars and sinks, it just wouldn’t be plausible to think they could make the decisions for the country. And if they’re spending all their time trying to be politicians then who is gonna mow the lawns and move heavy things? I’m not belittling them, those jobs are important too but things work because everyone has their place!

Saturday, August 30, 2014 with 109,926 notes


"i don’t support feminism because i don’t hate men"


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Saturday, August 30, 2014 with 274,292 notes

Everyone, I present to you the finished product. Here is Finn Nelson from a British show called My Mad Fat Diary, played by the talented Nico Mirallegro. 
I…cannot begin to say how much I appreciate all the likes, all the reblogs, and all of the kind of words you guys have given me during these past months. The support and encouragement always put a smile on my face and made me love this hobby so much more. 
Trust me when I say that I’d love to give all of you a shout-out if I could, but I just want to give a certain shout-out to these group of individuals…
EMUS! WHERE ARE YOU ALL AT?? Seriously, I know I’ve said this before in another post, but the MMFD fandom is seriously one of the most awesome fandoms I have ever been a part of. All of ya’ll are so supportive to pretty much everyone that’s in the fandom and I have never felt so much love and appreciation. You guys are the best!! 
I said in my past post that I was going to send a tweet to Nico since a handful of you guy suggested that I should let him know what I’ve done. Now, I just have one tiny problem….I have no idea what to say in the tweet. LOL! Like really though, what should I say?? I’d appreciate some help and possibly advice on what to tweet. So….Please send me a message with what I could say!!
Also, if anyone wants to cross stitch Finn here, just give me a message and I’ll work on sending you the pattern that I used. :]
Once again, thanks everyone for all the support! Hope you’re all here to stay as I continue to stitch my fandoms. I already have another project in mind…hehee


Hey guys!

So….I have finally sent a tweet to Nico and his mom about the cross stitch I did of him. It is now out in the twitter verse. Oh goodness.

I am seriously not gonna get my hopes up at the chance he’ll actually see it coz, well, he’s freakin Nico Mirallegro. Lol! I’m sure he gets a bunch…

Saturday, August 30, 2014 with 12 notes


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)

So Helga Hufflepuff was the first magical social worker? Yes. I think yes.
Saturday, August 30, 2014 with 1,570,569 notes