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“Well she got me the job at Potter, practically, so for anyone who doesn’t know that story, I basically owe everything to Maggie Smith because I worked with her on David Copperfield and then she came on to Potter as McGonagall and said to the director, ‘You need to audition this boy.’ So I kind of owe her everything, so to Maggie I just say my fairy godmother.” – Daniel Radcliffe (on the first thing that comes to mind about Maggie)

“Daniel was so lovely to work with. I’m so glad I insisted they see him for the part.” – Maggie Smith (on being part of the Harry Potter films)

hecateswand

If y’all see this post going around and iterations of it, know that I am its creator :)

#Maggie Smith #Daniel Radcliffe #Harry Potter #David Copperfield #I had no idea it surpassed 80k notes in the time I was away lol

captainbeverlycrusher

There are many who cosplay as Beverly Crusher, some who do so quite well. I used to think I could never join them and do this because I looked so different from Crusher. But what I learnt is that there is great value in being different. I am no carbon copy and never will be. And because of this, there will only ever be one Bollywood Bev.

#das meeee #so touched by all the support #bollywoodbev

New username alert.

ninadavulurii >> hecateswand

#see image for reason #also to mark the changes in my life #and most importantly to acknowledge that i am hopelessly in love with hecate hardbroom #and devoted to raquel cassidy who takes my breath away with her mere existence

I was last active on here 3 years ago. So I thought I’d provide a little life update about what’s been going on with me since then.

In Fall 2017 while spending time in my homeland, I was assaulted for the third time and fell into a deep depression.

Had to be put on meds soon after which I’ve been on ever since and have been recovering and growing stronger every day.

Quit my abusive job in 2018 and applied to grad school for a master’s degree.

Began an intensive 16-month grad program in January 2019 and just graduated a month ago with my Master’s of Science in Social Work from Columbia University.

My focus is on mental health and I hope to specialize in historical and intergenerational trauma along with inner child healing to work specifically with Indo-Caribbean and Caribbean/West Indian populations.

PhD pending. Academia is lousy and racist so we will see if I pursue that path next.

I’m currently happily unemployed and just taking care of myself for now.

I have missed my friends on here, think of you often and hope you are well. Sending love xo

#Hi #I’m considering coming back on here #at least to use it as a form of escapism and journaling #idk we will see

captainbeverlycrusher

An Open Letter to the Star Trek Community

To the Star Trek Community,

I write this from a place of deep respect, gratitude and compassion, and with hope that what I have to say will be received in good faith and be heard.

I am an immigrant woman of colour who found Star Trek at a time when I was at my lowest and stuck in what seemed like perpetual darkness, and it was this wonderful franchise and its powerful message which uplifted me and brought me back into the light so that today I can truly say that I am at my strongest. As such, Star Trek’s positive influence in my life has been no small thing. Star Trek has taught me to be the captain of my life, to reach for the stars, to stand up for what is right no matter the cost, and, above all, to be brave and bold.

And so, in the spirit of boldly going, I humbly call on ALL white members of the Star Trek Community — creators, platform curators, prominent fans and figures, including and especially Star Trek cast members, past and present — who believe in the underlying mission and vision of Star Trek to formally denounce all forms of racism and bigotry and those who uphold such abhorrent beliefs; I call on you to condemn the actions of those who have harmed Black and Indigenous people, and all People of Colour (BIPOC); and I call on you to strive to do more and do better for the sake of BIPOC in both the Star Trek community and in your own lives who have been subjected to racism. Finally, I encourage you to urge your supporters in this community to do the same, particularly those who are now finally waking up to the injustices perpetrated against BIPOC.

#I’m not really here #pls read this post

Hi. Being on here is not my thing anymore, it kind of makes me uncomfortable and also I feel old among the youths lol BUT I thought I'd pop in to say I'll be in Vegas next week for the Star Trek con there so if any of my trek friends on here are going and see me, do say hello! If you see Bollywood Bev around, that would be me☺️

#btw #I have short hair now :)

Magic continues to find me🙏🏾✨🖖🏾

#first of all #I'm finally going to the Vegas con😃#come find me if you go #I'm going grace the place as Bollywood Bev☺️#secondly #I'm def gonna try to make this happen now and cosplay as Rekha's character here #my first ever actual desi trek character who looks like me😭#third #she replied to me and now we are sisters omg😍❤️#rekha sharma

THEY PUT A DESI WOMAN IN STAR TREK. I REPEAT THEY ACTUALLY PUT A DESI WOMAN LIKE ME IN STAR TREK HOLY SHIT I AM ALIIIIIVEEE!!!! THIS IS WHY I LOVE TREK, IT GIVES ME HOPE😃🖖🏾

#Star Trek #star trek discovery #rekha sharma #😭😭😭😭😭#❤️#she so beautiful

delomi

A story.

Tonight I met Dr. Jane Goodall, one of my greatest heroes, and heard her tell the story of her life’s work. I am in such awe of this remarkable woman and to have been in her presence alone and listen to her wisdom was enough of a blessing. She is charming and funny and witty, even sassy, and she is reserved, humble, kind, warm and so captivating, I seldom took my eyes off her the whole evening. Meeting her was the icing on the cake and a dream come true except I never dared to dream I’d ever meet her at all for fear of disappointment if it didn’t happen. Better to not get my hopes up. And yet the dream I didn’t quite dream came true. Magic must be real.

As I stood in line and purchased my books which I am excited to read, I thought about what I wanted to say to her. She’s probably heard it all before – all the ways she inspires people and all the thank you’s and how amazing she is – so what could I possibly say in the few minutes I would have with her? I decided on the truth. I would tell her the truth and speak from the heart.

I approached her and she smiled as she was handed the 2 books I bought for her to sign.

“Hello, Dr. Goodall,” I said, a bit nervous.

“Hello,” she replied with another smile and began to sign my book. She was signing but attentive when she was being spoken to so I boldly spoke the words from my heart.

“It is an honour to meet you and I just want you to know that your message of hope really resonates with me especially now as it’s so hard to witness all the conflict in the world.”

“So horrible, isn’t it?” she interjected, still signing away but fully listening to what I was saying. I was moved to know she was paying such close attention and not just going through the motions as most celebs are wont to do. She was present with me in our brief but meaningful moment together.

“Yes!” I replied. “But I am inspired by your work to be an agent of change and I hope to move back to my homeland Guyana soon and hopefully start a Roots and Shoots program to help the environment and people there.”

“Guyana?” she asked, looking up at me into my eyes.

“Yes, British Guiana,” I answered.

“Speak to Susana,” she said suddenly, turning to the woman who was assisting her and getting her attention. The woman turned out to be Susana, the VP of Founder Relations for the Jane Goodall Institute. “She’s from Guyana, give her your card,” she told Susana who grabbed a business card and handed it to me.

“She’ll be in touch,” Dr. Jane said to Susana, looking at me with a smile. Gratitude rushed from my lips as I thanked her and Susana, for this was more than I expected. Dr. Jane Goodall on board with my wild idea to affect positive change in my beloved homeland! Wow. Could she be more amazing?! I am blown away by her time and effort to have me connect with her people to make my seemingly impossible goal happen.

Then we took this photo, I thanked her again and wished her a good night and she smiled once more. A beautiful peaceful and grateful smile that warmed my whole soul. She had given a part of herself to me in these precious minutes spent with her and I am now filled with a renewed spirit that is so determined to make my wild ideas a reality and do this woman proud. The indomitable human spirit she speaks of so often as she travels the world sharing her story. The spirit within her. And I feel connected to the earth, the heavens, the most high being above, and to this lovely, lovely woman who healed me a little more so I can continue on my journey. I am blessed beyond measure.

If you zoom in, the book I am holding says “A dream come true” … though I didn’t dare to dream this dream, as I look at this photo and see the joy on my face and serenity on hers, it couldn’t be more clear that this was a dream my heart knew it wanted before my mind did and it came true just as it was meant to.

❤️🙏😊

#living my best life #jane goodall #me #blessed #memorable moments

anneboleyns

favorite fictional ladies | catherine parr (the tudors) “Should I play the coward? You know that I never wanted to marry the King, but since I had to, I may at least use what influence I now possess to further the cause that I believe in with all my heart; the cause of the Reformation. Then at least I can address my God with a clear conscience and an honest soul.”

#so like this woman got me watching her stuff #bc her face is amazing #so I watched the Tudors but only her eps and skipped to only her scenes #and it was gr8 #joely richardson #catherine parr #the tudors

I was at a loss this morning and throughout the day, not knowing how I felt or what I wanted to say about today being the 5th anniversary of my attack. But I knew the words would come when and if they wanted to. I’ve had an epiphany in the shower so here are the words.

I’ve been in mourning for 5 years. My deathday is what I used to call this day. I have a gift for melancholy and a flair for dramatics, so my morbid imagination marked this day a deathday. Like a birthday, only I acknowledged my “death”. Because I let myself believe an important part of me, part of my very soul, had died when I was attacked. Except now I think it finally sunk into me once and for all that I did not die, my soul did not die, my former self did not die – all of which I have been mourning all this time. And I see now that my mourning should come to an end.

I see now that my old self, who I used to be, the happy, eccentric girl full of compassion and flowers and sunshine and endless positivity … she is not dead. How can she be when she is still a part of me? Not gone at all but perhaps resting and waiting. I spent so long thinking she was gone for good that I didn’t notice her quiet but strong presence until recently, a humble return. She must have simply been hiding all this time, letting the other parts of me – the ones filled with unforgiving ice and raging fire – take the lead for a bit to protect her so she could heal and survive until she was ready to claim her space. And I’ve felt her come alive within me again especially in the last few months as I experienced joy and optimism in a way I hadn’t in a long time and I think it’s her way of telling me that she is still here so I shouldn’t write her off or give up on her. She is still me and I am still her.

And now, as 5 years have passed, I am also the other sides of myself which manifest themselves more easily and readily. I think I am finally beginning to understand that I am the sum of all my parts, each of which are equally important and equally me. From the cold and unfeeling ice queen who selectively chooses her company after putting up with all the poor treatment she received in return for her kindness; to the angry, volcanic spitfire waiting to erupt and give everyone a piece of her mind after too many years of keeping silent; to that same girl I miss dearly who just wants to shower the world in flowers and positivity and freely give all the love she has to give like she used to but has been hidden away safely and walking in the shadows of the ice and fire ladies for protection because she is afraid to be hurt badly again and too vulnerable to face her life alone. All of them are me and I don’t have to choose which of them is the most authentic. They’re all authentic versions of me with their own purpose, I’ve accepted that now and hope I continue to accept it.

(((I have my own holy trinity going on inside my head it seems. This is probably blasphemy, isn’t it? The imagery and symbolism help me to make sense of this.)))

So an inner trinity of fire and ice and floral-filled-earth goddesses, if you will, each of which comprises who I am today, and each a vital part of my soul. My soul, which is most definitely not dead. (If this were elemental, which it probably is, my soul would be a reflection of air. Fire, Water, Earth, Air … that works so nicely.)

And if my soul is not dead and none of those vital parts of me are dead, then I have no need to keep a deathday for much longer. I think this will be my last deathday and going forward, I will try to make sure it is a day to celebrate life. Because I have a mind, body and soul which are all alive and well with that trinity of mine that lives as well in me. And all these parts of me – complex and varied and clashing and harmonious all at once – are worth celebrating.

So I think I am done with mourning now and intent on living well. It doesn’t mean I won’t cry about this from time to time, I’m not naive to think any of this will be smooth sailing. But a lightbulb went off in my head at last and I realized that this long mourning period for a girl who is not at all gone must be left behind so that she can live out loud again.

For once on this day, I am not so sad. I am hopeful.