The Space Between Time

Your name is ANDREW, you sometimes go by the alias DOCTOR, and this is your TUMBLR.

You really don't remember why you started one, but you seem to enjoy having it. You have are part of the HOMESTUCK fandom, and your PATRON TROLLS are the Libra Grls!

Your other INTERESTS include:
Doctor Who | Blue Exorcist | Naruto | Bleach | Warehouse 13 | Merlin | Fanfic | Homestuck | Legend of Zelda | D&D | Legend of Korra | Avatar: The Last Airbender | The Avengers | The Legend of Drizzt | The Lord of the Rings | The Hobbit | Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic

You know a few COOL people:

You really don't know how to describe yourself, other than LOST and CONFUSED. You are currently studying at the COLLEGIATE level, in the field of RELIGIOUS STUDIES.

You currently hold the position DIRECTOR OF THE OSI WAREHOUSE PROGRAM.

This is where your story BEGINS.

My art page can be found here, but generally I'll reblog most of my work to my main page.

*pixels by feastings
Hyrule Warriors; Zelda DLC Icons

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Do you expect me to talk?
No, Ms. Bond. I expect you to die!

(via sarcastic-clapping)

Frollo saw Esmeralda as a demon. Quasimodo saw Esmeralda as an Angel. Phoebus saw her as Esmeralda. That is why Esmeralda fell in love with Phoebus.

- Hannah B, on Quasimodo ‘not getting the girl’ in Disney’s Hunchback of Notre Dame (via merina2)

i went into the esmerelda tag looking for badass and i found gold-plated badass

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Do you wanna build a snowman?



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Time Slice by Richard Silver

The idea behind the “Time Sliced” Project was to photograph iconic world buildings at sunset and capture the changing light from day to night in a single image. Experimenting with a few different kinds of processes I came up with the “Sliced” idea. I decided to Slice time and light showing the progression of the day from left to right.

(via sarcastic-clapping)


More HW Artbook Images Here

There are 47 shots of the book that show concept art and weapon upgrades for Link, Zelda, Zant, Ruto, etc.

Makoto + smiling at Haruka (♥‿♥ ✿)

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Imagine Hogwarts after the Battle, after the War, sure

But imagine Hogwarts’ students, after their year with the Carrows and Snape.

Imagine a tiny little first-year whose porcupine pincushions still have quills, but to whom Fiendfyre comes easily. The second-year who tried to go back, to fight; whose bravado got Professor Sinistra killed, as she pushed him out of the way of a Killing Curse. The third-year who perfectly brewed poisons, hands shaking, wishing for the courage to spike the Carrows’ cups. The fourth-year who throws away all of their teacups, their palmistry guidebooks, because what use is Divination if it didn’t see this coming? The fifth-year who can barely remember what O.W.L.S. are, let alone that she was supposed to take them. The sixth-year who can’t manage Lumos to save their life, but whose proficiency with the Cruciatus Curse rivals Bellatrix’s.

Imagine the seventh-year who laughs until he cries, thinking about the first-years who will fall asleep in History of Magic while their story is told.

Imagine the Muggleborn first-years left alive, if there are any: imagine what they think of the magical world, when their introduction to it was Death Eaters and being tortured by their classmates for having been born.

Imagine the students who went home to their parents (or guardians, or wards, or orphanages) and showed them what they’d learned: Dark curses, hexes, Unforgiveables; that Muggles are filth, animals, lesser. Who, yes, still can’t transfigure a match into a needle but Mum, there’s a hex that can make you feel as though you’re being stabbed with thousands. (Don’t ask them how they know.)

Imagine the students who will never be able to see Hogwarts as home.

Imagine the students Hogwarts has left, when it starts up again the lack of Muggleborns, blood-traitors, half-bloods, dead and gone the lack of purebloods; the Ministry would have chucked everyone of age (and possibly just below) in Azkaban for Unforgiveables, wouldn’t they?

Imagine how few students there are left to teach; imagine how few teachers are left to teach them.

Imagine the students who can’t walk past a particular classroom, who can’t walk through a hallway, who can’t walk into the Great Hall without having a panic attack or breaking down. Imagine the school-wide discovery that the carriages aren’t horseless after all; that everyone, from the firsties to the teachers, can see Thestrals.

Imagine the memorials, the heaps of flowers and mementoes in every other corner, hallway, classroom; every other step you take on the grounds.

Imagine the ghosts.

Imagine the students destroying Snape’s portrait, using the curses, hexes, even Fiendfyre they’ve been taught how to wield it has to be restored nearly every week; Snape stays with Phineas Nigellus semi-permanently. (None of the other portraits will welcome him. His reasons do not excuse his conduct.)

Imagine the students unable to trust each other everyone informed on everyone, your best friend might turn you in.

Imagine the guilt that everyone carries (it should have been me, it’s my fault s/he’s dead, I told on them, it’s all my fault), the students incapable of meeting each other’s eyes because it’s my fault your best friend, your sibling, your Housemate, your boy/girlfriend is dead.

Imagine the memorials piled high with the wands of the dead. Imagine the memorials piled high with the self-snapped wands of the living.

Imagine the students who are never able to produce a Patronus.

Imagine Boggarts being removed from the curriculum because Riddikulus is near impossible to grasp, even for the sixth- and seventh-years. Because their friends and families dead will never, ever be funny.

Imagine the students for whom magic feels tainted.

Imagine the students who leave the wixen world hell, the students who leave Britain entirely, because there’s nothing left for them there.

Imagine the students who never use magic again.

(Image source.)

(From the mind of the wonderful lavenderpatil, a keen look at how students might be after war.)

Reblogging this kickass post by the equally kickass
because everyone should read it

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