‘United’ Is My Favorite Movie Ever. Seriously.

Have you ever thought about the fact that skulls all look like they’re smiling?

'And there shall be a great cry in Egypt, such as never has been or ever will be again!'

Reblogging because it’s just as true today as it was before. 

you know it’s really hard to obsess about just one fandom. just really freaking hard, it’s like you look at people who can be into Harry Potter for ten years of their life and I’m just over here thinking HOW DO YOU STAY IN ONE FANDOM FOR 10 FREAKING YEARS I DON’T HAVE THAT KIND OF TIME

Jenny ran into the mysterious woman quite by accident in the streets of the planet Earth, which she had learned through her various journeys that her father often frequented. It was a busy, curious place, this third rock from the sun, and she thought maybe she could understand why he liked it so much.

“Oh! Excuse me, seems I lost track of where my feet were going. Entirely my fault.”

The woman was dressed rather oddly, with a long lilac-colored overcoat and a dark shirt with suspenders. But it was the large eyes staring back at her that caught her attention the most. They were old. Incredibly old. Old, and wise, and shining with an inner fire that Jenny instantly recognized. 

And the woman seemed to know she would run into Jenny, because she quite simply held out a hand and handed her a bouquet of flowers.

“Violets,” she explained. “They represent remembrance. And I never forgot about you for a day, Jenny.”

An electric shock seemed to shiver down Jenny’s spine. It would be too cliche to ask how this woman knew her name; besides, she began to suspect she knew already. She barely dared to hope. It should be impossible. 

Shouldn’t it?

“Who are you?” She asked anyway, because those eyes were too familiar even if they weren’t the deep brown she remembered. 

And the woman smiled, a wide unfettered smile. “I’m the Doctor.”

This post fascinates me because I love psychology and a few months ago I labelled the Broadchurch characters as to what personality type they were, and when I looked back at the list I’d made, Alec was INTJ.

Broadchurch: Alec Hardy [INTJ]

OFFICIAL TYPING by Charity / the mod.

Introverted Intuition (Ni): Alec is reluctant to draw conclusions on evidence until he has fully explored all the possibilities, but he does so internally without brainstorming with Ellie. He often says that he has “a feeling” about how things will turn out, but no evidence to support his hypothesis. Alec is so out of touch with “how things work” (lacking Si) that he fails at social niceties and customs, and sometimes over-compensates as a result (“I got you flowers… and chocolate… and wine; I didn’t know which to choose, so I got them all”). He is able to read people very well, in a short time, and gauge their abilities.

Extroverted Thinking (Te): He wants to finish the job and doesn’t mind who gets the credit. He demands facts, evidence, and “proof.” When confronted with a dead child, he immediately runs through all the usual procedures as well as makes due with the resources around him (including CCTV cameras). Alec demands a high work ethic from his employees and puts in the same hours himself. He has a frankness when dealing with people, and always points out the logic (or lack thereof) in their decisions. “I don’t care about anything but this case,” he says, inferring they can tell him anything that doesn’t have to do with the murder and it won’t wind up in his police report.

Introverted Feeling (Fi): No one knows he has a daughter; he does not open up about his marriage, his former cases, or his illness, instead preferring to deal with his guilt and pain on his own. Alec’s compassion is not often evident, but does run deep; his method in “protecting people” is to warn them not to talk to journalists and to threaten said journalists in order to get them to back off. He is rarely emotional in public and does not like to discuss his feelings.

Extroverted Sensing (Se): Even though he is very ill, Alec continues to work—pushing his body beyond its limits, into a total collapse. He is so eager for a physical human connection that he propositions a woman, who says no only because she’s “afraid [he will] collapse on top of me.” He has almost no connection to his own inner sensations, and as a result, overdoes it; he is also semi-reluctant to engage in his environment on a regular basis, down to his eating habits.

What’s the best time of day to write?

I’m a night-writer myself. What about you?

Let’s all take a moment to appreciate over-protective Ellie Miller in S02E07:

Claire Ripley comes marching up to the courthouse with her murder face on.

Ellie sees her come in. She knows Hardy is downstairs and that Claire is heading for him. Alarm bells go off.

shit shit shit shit shit

…aaaaand she’s off, faster that Mad Max in his Interceptor, ready to cut off Claire and stop her from getting to Hardy before she does

We see the target, sitting awkwardly alone and pretending to text on his phone.

Ellie has run ahead of Claire and she’s watching her like a hawk, positioning herself between the two of them, ready to fight to defend her large idiot friend

Claire reaches into her backpack. Ellie’s watching her, still a few strides ahead

She looks at Hardy, who is completely oblivious to what’s happening (jfc Hardy this is why she doesn’t trust you to look after yourself)

And bam. When Claire slaps the pendant against Hardy’s chest, Ellie is right there, literally having positioned herself between the two of them to make sure her tall skinny Scottish bastard isn’t in any danger

(ง •̀_•́)ง

Without even thinking about it Ellie ran (ran!) to throw herself bodily between Hardy and a murderous-looking Claire. It turned out to be a complete overreaction on her part, but if Claire had reached into her backpack to pull out a weapon instead of the pendant, Ellie would have been on top of her and wrestling her into submission faster than you could blink, and probably before Hardy was even aware that she was in the building. For all her complaints about him, Ellie is so instinctively protective of Hardy. Her entire attitude is basically “he may be big but he is fragile I’ll fight ur ass don’t test me”

Tim Hawkins' "hedge of protection"

Tim: Do you really think a hedge is going to scare the devil away?

Devil: WHAT IS THIS GREENERY?!

Devil: I can't get through that!

Devil: Move that bush!

Devil: My greatest weakness is landscaping, how did they know?!