I don’t think I can emphasize just how attractive Colin Morgan is.
No human word can express how attractive, beautiful, gorgeous Colin Morgan is…
His smile fuels the sun
His beautiful heart is visible in his mesmerizing eyes:
microwave-is-not-an-onomatopoeia:
Forever Reblog
I love how Billie is even more into it than David
The bottom middle one though
Can we just appreciate the excellent hip movement of Freema
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gaius' interactive grimoire: rowan staff
The Rowan Staff was a magical staff and a powerful artifact of the Old Religion, carved from the Rowan Tree that grows at the very heart of the Isle of the Blessed. Only the High Priestesses and their Blood Guard had ever set eyes on it.
I don’t know where I am, I just know I’m running. Sometimes it’s like I’ve lived a thousand lives in a thousand places. I’m born, I live, I die. And always there’s the Doctor. Always I’m running to save the Doctor. Again and again and again. And he hardly ever hears me, but I’ve always been there right from the very beginning, right from the day he started running.
how do you think they made up the dark mark tattoo though
like did voldemort design it in his free time in between manipulating people and releasing basilisks on muggle borns
because he has some mad drawing skills let me tell you what
one thing is for sure
it wasn’t hermione
GUYS THERE’S AN 8 IN THE DARK MARK
VOLDEMORT (unknowingly) SPLIT HIS SOUL INTO EIGHT PIECES.
JK ROWLING DOES IT AGAIN
@mitchroutman got the most darling photo of @tattyburvil and #mattsmith reuniting! #doctorwho love (x)
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(Reblogged from bookmania)
Life is pleasant. Life is good. The mere process of life is satisfactory. Take the ordinary man in good health. He likes eating and sleeping. He likes the snuff of fresh air and walking at a brisk pace down the Strand. Or in the country there’s a cock crowing on a gate; there’s a foal galloping round a field. Something always has to be done next. Tuesday follows Monday; Wednesday Tuesday. Each spreads the same ripple of well-being, repeats the same curve of rhythm; covers fresh sand with a chill or ebbs a little slackly without. So the being grows rings; identity becomes robust. What was fiery and furtive like a fling of grain cast into the air and blown hither and thither by wild gusts of life from every quarter is now methodical and orderly and flung with a purpose - so it seems.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via bookmania)
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Presenting: the unwashed, filthy, Glastonbury look. [x]
Am I the only person who thinks he kind of looks like John Green in this? with the puff and the glasses and such.
^THE PUFF
but YOU’RE SO CUTE BBY.
Still adorable.
