westoftheglass:

belinsky:

   

#except for that one kitchen girl #that kinda looked like Arya Stark #she was chill

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brownglucose:

nextyearsgirl:

The absence of women in history is man made.

How petty

brownglucose:

nextyearsgirl:

The absence of women in history is man made.

How petty

(via salutationtothestars)

"

After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
Questions.

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

"

Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be.  (via oliviacirce)

When I lose hope in the world, I remember this poem.

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Tears.

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smilininsideandout:

Love this.

smilininsideandout:

Love this.

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ofunicorndust:

Nothing will distract me from my solemn vow to protect you.

#i am massively fond of this because i thought it would be a ‘haha. charles thinks jake is the coolest. onesided friendship.’ joke#but jake doesn’t think he’s too cool for him he’s just too cool to show friendship feelings#haha. what a loser. (tags by faluatonks)

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dutchster:

boyfriendhook:

In which Jaime required coffee in order to sit through the wedding vows. [x]

and he has two hands

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fromrheims:

Assemble by Blule

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hope-for-snow:

I wanted to mess around with Elsa’s color scheme. I wanted to see her as a brunette and boom the curiosity gave birth to this ROTG AU alksjd

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fenrirsfangs:


#tywin lannister #for whom symbolism is not simply a choice but a lifestyle

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"Brienne’s story is an adaptation of a traditionally male narrative, one that usually sidelines or victimizes female characters. She swears fealty to a woman, as male knights swear to their liege lord, because she respects that woman’s strength, her bravery and her kindness. She goes on a quest to save the beautiful maiden, but not to marry her or benefit from the quest in any way, but to return her to her mother. Because she cares for Catelyn, and because it is the right thing to do. It is a story of a woman, rescuing a woman, for the sake of another woman. It is a rare story where the mother, the young girl and the shieldmaiden are all given equal weight and worth. Brienne, despite taking on many stereotypically male traits, is not “one of the boys” or in any way dismissive of her gender as a group. She does not fit into the role that society has assigned for her, but she does not disparage those who do. She uses her strength and her skill to respect and help other women in ways that most men in Westeros would never even think to attempt, because she understands, more than any other knight, that women are truly worth something as individuals."

Rhiannon, There are No True Knights: Brienne of Tarth (feministfiction.com)

(via puck-no-puck-you)

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megillien:

spentalifetimelookingforyou:

2x04 & 4x02

#THEY WERE THE ONLY ONES WILLING TO EXTEND A HAND TO THE OTHER IN TIMES OF HUMILIATION AND ABUSE AND PAIN #both surrounded by knights and lords and ladies #false honor on all sides #and these two broken people (WITH EVERY REASON TO HATE EACH OTHER) #are the only beacon of decency and kindness #this *is* something of a fairy tale #even if they can’t see it right now

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And later I dreamed that maid again, slaying a savage giant in a castle built of snow.

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