so, the “pretending we’re married/together” trope is a great one but i think in chirrut and baze’s case, reversing it could end up in some of the funniest shenanigans ever
baze and chirrut, the most married couple to every marry - undercover and pretending they’re NOT married
maybe they’re trying to infiltrate the gang of an imperial stooge arms dealer on jedha, go in together and act as if they’ve never seen each other before, and bring down the operation from the inside. they’re working together because honestly, you need two people to do a job without even needing verbal communication, even when one of them is blind? you go to baze and chirrut
but asking them to act like strangers is impossible. they keep slipping and calling each other pet names. almost forgetting to sleep in separate bunks, and unable to sleep when they do so. freezing halfway through absent-minded displays of affection, before hamming it up and pushing each other away, “uhh what are you DOING” “GET OFF OF ME, YOU’RE NOT THAT IRRESISTIBLE” “SINCE WHEN!?”
having one of their normal arguments at a critical moment during an ambushed weapons drop when one of the marks roars in frustration, “would you two just FUCK and get it over with”
without thinking chirrut says, “that never works when he’s in a mood like this” and there’s a pregnant moment’s silence. then their contractor arrives and baze has never been more glad for a firefight to kick off
they agree never to take another job like it again. too damn difficult
like. I love theology discussions, but I love my brand of theology discussions. highlights include:
top 5 punishments from back when God was fun
Jesus and the disciples were a bunch of punk ass kids and that’s awesome
yes, I fully stand by the fact that I just called Jesus punk. Jesus was totally punk.
fuck every single author that portrays Satan as a revolutionary. Satan is a child throwing a temper tantrum and I have no patence for him
let me tell you every single detail of exactly how I think the Christ story would play out in modern day
reasons why I am crying over Judas Iscariot right now at this exact moment
the Bible may not have said Adam and Steve, but it definitely said David and Johnathon
the fall of humanity was inevitable and God’s fault for making us so damn curious. it would have happened with or without Eve. leave your sexism at the door.
I want to bring Peter to a modern Catholic Mass because he would recognize literally nothing about the church he started
angels are horrifying creatures and I want to have sex with one
*seductive voice* Alexander Hamilton wasn’t allowed to fast track trough Princeton because a student had done that the previous year, and had a nervous breakdown due to stress. That student was James Madison.
It is our duty as feminists to protect and respect women in Hijabs
Now. More. Than. Ever.
Question: if I see someone pull off a Hijab, what should I do? I know there are reasons they are worn so I want to if i should stand in between them and who did this, should i protect them from view somehow, or something else? This has been happening a lot so I feel it’s something everyone needs to know.
Good question! I cannot correctly and effectively answer, as I am a white, non-Muslim person; however, I will reblog in case any of my followers can answer.
I asked my Hijabi friend, so here’s one Hijabi’s answer:
“my opinion is, definitely try cover them or give them something to cover themselves with. And perhaps shoo off the person, without putting oneself in danger! God forbid, if that happened to me, I would like someone to come and comfort me and give me something to cover my hair with and then help me report it to the cops
“
(Followers, if any of you are hijabi and would like to expand on this answer or offer alternatives, please do.)
If u see it happen to 1 of us, pls cover our head + hair with a coat or shawl or any piece of cloth, while hugging us in comfort. Please don’t get hurt by lashing out @ the perpetrators in any way, coz if they dare to do that, they’re probably too far gone in their own hatred to listen to any reason. Much love + Thank You to anyone who supports us.
yes !! everything said here is important af. if you see someone pull off a girl’s hijab immediately cover her hair and provide comfort. don’t talk to the perpetrator but try to get the woman out of there if you can. maybe if you have a scarf on you at the time give it to her so she can wear it until she’s alone and can replace her hijab. please please protect muslim girls because we already had it hard before donald trump became president and now its gonna be worse with people going around thinking their violence and cruelty is justified
for my other white ppl who might have a hard time, it’s my understanding that a hijab is like a major item of clothing, not an accessory like a hat or a scarf. so think abt it more like if someone just ripped someone’s shirt or skirt off. u don’t want to be left there exposed or have to walk home without it.
everyone, even outside America needs to protect our Muslim sisters in these times.
This has 23 co-sponsors from GA, AR, SC, TX, AZ, WI, OH, MO, TN, OK, VA, and IN. If you live in one of these states, these are your representatives. Link.
tr*mp just FIRED THE ACTING ATTORNEY GENERAL for saying she wouldn’t defend the immigration ban in court because she didn’t think it was legal. SHE WAS FIRED FOR DISSENTING. SHE WAS FIRED FOR DOING HER JOB. REMEMBER THIS. THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF A PUBLIC PURGE OF DISSENTERS.
Should i even bother renewing my healthcare from the aca if theres a chance it will get repealed?
Yes, you should still enroll in coverage before the January 31 open enrollment deadline. When you enroll in coverage, you and the health insurance company enter into a contract that is generally binding for a year (no matter how the law changes). This means that if you enroll in coverage now then you will have coverage throughout 2017.
So y’all keep blowing up my notes with the various Family Lore stories I’ve been telling, so I guess I should tell one on my parents now.
My Mother’s Father was part of the United Auto Worker’s Union, and during the 50′s and 60′s, was on strike a lot. My point is, grandpa got himself an entirely deserved reputation for being a sucker who loved animals, so people would dump thier pets on him. Hence, my mother grew up in a house with pets such as Picket the one-eyed tomcat, Tweety the Bald canary, Dummy the cat, Stupid Son of Dummy, Spooky Garbage Dog and Chiquita the Tarantula. Eventually Grandma put her foot down when Grandpa brought home Gerta the Saint Bernard.
I say all this because it provides some context for how the following occured.
Mom and Dad had just moved in together (my parents dated for six years and were engaged for 13 days, driving everyone on both sides insane), and unfortunately, My mother’s German Shepherd, Cops, has just passed away due to bone cancer. After mourning for a bit, Mom and Dad decided to get a dog together, as a couple.
For context, my father had never owned a dog in his life. His mother had ‘Pretty Bird” the budgie as a child but parrots are alien life forms, not pets.
So they go to the Palo Alto Animal shelter to adopt. The year was 1987, and at the time, Palo Alto was… not a great place. Lots of drugs, gangs and poor civic managment. Mom told me that she learned to identify different types of gunfire while living there. They get there, and mom explains that she’s always had a preference for Big Dogs, and the guy’s face lights up. Oh Yes, he says, We have a Big Dog. For expirienced owners, yep, adoptable today, here we’ll give you a discount even-
Somehow my parents were not suspicious about this.
They were shown to the Animal in question, a Gorgeous blue-sable beastie with pretty golden eyes who immediately pressed herself against the fence and gave them the best PUH-LEEEEEEASE TAKE ME HOME puppy eyes 100lbs of canine can do. Mom and Dad fall in love instantly. They sign all the paperwork and take her home for $10, and name her “Mazel” as in “Mazel Tov.”
Within the hour, it becomes clear that something is amiss.
Cops had lived with his kibble stored in a plastic garbage can in the garage for six years without incident. Mazel figured out how to open doors and got the locking lid off the can in six minutes, horking down about four pounds of the stuff before my mother notices that it’s been weirdly quiet. Most dogs bark at or chase squirrels. Mazel stalked and caught one the second day, presenting it to my mother like an offering. Mazel knew all her commands but would clearly stop to consider before obeying, and trained my dad to give her good treats within a week. The locks on the side-yard gate were undone, and she took a stroll around the neighborhood, but always retuned home for dinner.
After a week of gradually realizing that Mazel was smarter than most of the professors my mom worked with, they took her to the Vet for a routine checkup.
Dr. Hamada walked into the exam room, dropped the clip-board and said “Where the HELL did you get a Wolf?”
After a bit of prodding and a very-angry-dr.hamada-calling-the-pound, they determined Mazel was a high-content hybrid, probably with a husky, but was going to be a lil shit her entire life. OK, said Hamada, I don’t like destroying animals and you’ve got a lot of expirience with dogs, so I’m okay with letting you keep her, but you should keep her away from small children because her Prey Drive could kick in.
Two years later, mom got pregnant with me.
Mazel noticed instantly, and reacted by digging a large hole in the yard and catching even more squirrels for mom, because she needed the protein or something. That what you do when the Alpha Bitch is preggers, right? Dig a den and ply her with food? On the advice of my grandmother, my mom stayed overnight at the hospital once I was delivered, and dad went home with a shirt that had moms and my scent on it. Mazel spent the whole night puzzling over it.
The next morning, when mom came home with me, there was the sudden and instantaneous recognition of PUPPY!!!!!! :D:D:D!!!!! PUUUUUUUPPY!!!!!! and Mazel turned into the most aggressively maternal being I’ve ever met. Playing with me on the blanket, sitting under my chair at meals (I was a messy eater), sleeping under my crib, teaching me to walk by letting me hang onto her fur and shuffle around.
Dr. Hamada thought mom was a madwoman, until he saw me holding Mazel’s mouth open and sticking my face in so i could look at her teeth. He gave up when my mom announced she was pregnant with my sister.
I’m making living with a Wolfdog sound awesome, but it did come with some drawbacks:
Mazel did have to be muzzled at the vets, because she had Opinions about having things stuck up her butt.
HAIR. One of my chores growing up was to brush her out every week and I’d frequently end up with more hair than animal.
the only way we could reliably get her to stay in the yard was with an overhead tether with a STEEL cable, which she chewed through anyway.
Do you like waking up by being hit in the face with half a dead animal? No? Wolfdogs may not be for you.
More than capable of opening the fridge and eating everything if you’re not watching
Will get into everything if not otherwise occupied. Including eating your tax forms.
Howls along with sirens at 4 AM.
PROS of growing up with a wolfdog, as a small child in the 90′s
I was afforded a degree of freedom normally associated with a pokemon trianer. It was no big deal for me and my sister to walk three miles through my not-really-good neighborhood to the Froyo if I took Mazel with us. People tended to leave us alone when we had 100lbs of overprotective Apex Predator following us around.
WINNING at Pet Day at school. There wasn’t actually a compettion but Billy’s hamster sucks in comparison to an animal that is perfectly willing to demonstrate how she can snap an oak branch in half on command.
PTA moms losing their shit because Mazel would walk down the block by herself to come pick ups up from school.
Grew up associating the word “Bitch” with teeth and the willingness to rip an asshole’s face off for being rude. Never changed the definition.
Learned the I-Own-This Strut and Murder-Stare from the absolute best.
When she was 17, Mom and Dad decided to add another room on to the house. They rigged up the overhead tether so she could be outside but not underfoot for the contruction guys. One morning, mom came out to notice them all milling in the side yard entrance, muttering worriedly. When mom asked what was wrong, one of them explained that Carlos forgot to bring the Hamburger. What do you need a hamburger for? Asked mom, and they pointed down the side yard to where Mazel was sitting, doing her best Viscious Alpha Bitch Stare.
Apparently they’d never realized that she was on the VERY end of her tether there and couldn’t actually get to them, and had been scamming them for a big mac a day for a month. Mom had my six-year-old sister pull her away to show she wasn’t dangerous and tired her best not to laugh but kind of failed.
Mazel ended up living to be 19 and a half, and except for some minor arthritis, remarkably hale until the day she passed away in her hole in the back yard while taking a nap. I maintain that Death had to wait until she was sleeping to get a crack at her, or she would’ve taken his scythe for a chew toy.
tbh this sounds like one of @seananmcguire‘s stories and I do not doubt it a bit bc I know all of Seanan’s stories are true. XD
As of Sunday Jan 29, Boston is the only US city pledging to admit all legal green card and visa holders, and refugees at an international airport. No detention no deportation. Anyone trying to come back to the US who is affected by the ban is being urged to reroute through Logan airport. Please share.
For anyone flying through Logan who is not familiar with the airport, likely arriving in Terminal E - there is a completely free silver line service that will take you directly to South Station, from which point you and anyone traveling with you can obtain train or bus tickets to most major destinations up and down the east coast.
The stop outside the terminal looks like this - exit from any point and walk until you find a sign like this one.
The bus to get on looks like this - you should not be asked for fare.
South Station is the fourth stop after getting on at terminal E - there will be an announcement, it may take anywhere from 20-30 minutes, depending on the time of day and how busy the traffic is.
From South Station, if you have a place to stay in Boston, you can continue on the red line and transfer trains without paying additional fees. Make sure you ask your host or the guest services at wherever you’re staying where the closest stop is and what line it is on.
If you can get a flight back out of Logan to wherever your destination is, that’s probably ideal, but if you need to stay somewhere in the mean time due to the length between your flights, the T may seem confusing, but it’s a really solid and low-cost way to get out of the airport and to a place where you can sleep or pick the next leg of your trip. Cab services, especially during high volume time periods, can turn out to be really expensive, and if you don’t know how to use the Silver Line it can be overwhelming trying to figure out where to go.
If you need help with Boston’s public transport, don’t be shy about asking someone who’s in the same terminal or on the same bus - Bostonians can be a little icy, but the only reason I know what I know is because kind strangers have helped me get from point A to point B. Hopefully this helps get you off in the right direction - and feel free to directly message me if you need any clarifications (or if you are a single person who needs somewhere to stay in the Boston area - I have an extra mattress!!)
I heard something amazing last night: a longterm Congressional aide who said “I got 30,000 calls a week to impeach Bill Clinton. I’ve gotten 5,000 this week about the ACA.”
That’s partly because we communicate differently now than we did in the 90s, of course. But in my opinion, it’s a sign of something else. This first-week offensive of jaw-droppingly vile legislation is intended to fragment the opposition. We can’t all fight every battle–and if we try, the aides we speak to won’t tabulate us in all of them. So while 30,000 or more of us may be calling, some of us are focusing on the ACA and some on Jeff Sessions and some on the wall and some on the Muslim ban and on and on and on.
This is important and necessary. We must and will focus on the many, MANY different issues that brought us to this point. But it is also time to pull Congress’s attention to one, and that one is impeaching Donald Trump.
When you call your reps tomorrow, try something like this. (Feel free to send me corrections.)
Hi, my name is [your name], I’m a constituent from [your town], and I want to tell [representative’s name] that Congress needs to act immediately to impeach President Trump. Not only has his behavior been unhinged, but he is in direct and obvious violation of the Foreign Emoluments clause of the Constitution. He is empowering deluded bigots like Steve Bannon over national security experts. He is dangerous and unfit to lead. As a [parent, lawyer, child of immigrants, friend and neighbor of immigrants], I have a stake in this fight, and I will personally work to remove any member of Congress who doesn’t stand against Trump. Thanks.
This is ESPECIALLY important if you have a Republican representative. Make it personal for them. Tell them how hard you and your community will work to ensure they lose in the next election if they don’t stand up to Trump.
Mike Pence is a nightmare, but he’s not a nightmare who wants to put Steve Fucking Bannon on the National Security Council. He’s not a nightmare with populist cachet. He is not the nightmare that makes David Duke and Richard Spencer so fucking happy. We must and will fight him as President – but we will be able to do it on our terms. Impeach this motherfucker now.
GOOD MORNING EVERYONE! Happy Monday! Donald Trump and his administration remain a clear and present danger to literally everyone in the world, and they must be removed from power. Today’s assignments are:
1. Call your reps (that’s the people in the House, you have just one of them) and encourage them to support a Judiciary Committee impeachment investigation. Emphasize Trump’s failure to release his tax returns and his ties to foreign businesses. Emphasize also that you are an Ordinary Decent Citizen. That’s just always a good idea.
If they showed up to fight the Ban this weekend, thank them. Show that you noticed. If they didn’t, tell them you noticed. ALWAYS MAKE IT PERSONAL. House terms last just two years, so all of these spineless motherfuckers are up for reelection in 2018. If yours didn’t show up, make it clear – politely – that you and your community will work to ensure his or her removal.
2. Call your Senators (you have two of them) and demand that they block ALL of Trump’s nominees. I don’t think it would be a bad idea to drop the word “impeach” in there too, just to get them used to hearing it: “I want to express how concerned I am about the President’s unhinged behavior, his unconstitutional executive actions and his ties to foreign powers and businesses. Until such time as he can be IMPEACHED, Senator [Name] must block every one of his nominees.”
If you have hostile Senators or representatives, try to use your anger creatively. “I want to tell the senator that my community and I are furious at his support of/inaction as regards the President’s unconstitutional actions this weekend. Unless he steps up to represent his constituents, we will throw our support behind any primary or general challengers in [year your senator is next up for re-election, maybe Google it].”
If you get a busy signal, please: keep trying. I PROMISE YOU THAT PEOPLE WHO SUPPORT TRUMP WILL BE CALLING UNTIL THEY GET THROUGH. Most of them are not self-conscious and do not have problems with entitlement. They do not feel “bad” about how they “sound,” because they believe that anything they personally want is good. WE CANNOT AND WILL NOT LET THEM OUTNUMBER US.
Okay. Cool. Love u guys. BREAK!!!!
And in case you forgot/haven’t done this yet (although I say this lovingly: you should already have it), check here to find out who your Congressperson and your Senators are. It also shows you a handy-dandy map of your congressional district, if you live somewhere that has more than one Congressperson!
Can I just say like… I’m not American so I can’t really know what it’s like out there right now, but I am really proud of you guys. Like, Trump - a man known to have sexually assaulted multiple women - is elected, so the women of your country not only turn out in their millions but they inspire women around the world to do the same in solidarity. He preaches anti-intellectualism, so your scientists host database hacking and saving days to preserve data. He bans government agencies from speaking the truth, so they create rogue social media accounts that spread facts even at the risk of their jobs. He brings in racist immigration bans, causing chaos in airports and huge uncertainties in the lives of real, innocent people, so protesters swarm to the airports, lawyers work pro bono round the clock to get people into the country, and people mobilise to destroy him in the high court in a day.
I know this is awful and it sucks and it’s only been one freaking week, but you guys are doing amazing right now and I am so moved and so proud. It’s gonna be tough and everyone will have to pick their battles and just keep fighting and pushing, and this isn’t how it should be but at least we know there are people with the guts and the gumption to do what they can.
You guys are the sand in the gears.
Thank you. If you want to understand America, you have to be able to imagine 400 cats in a moose costume. Most of the time it looks like an incoherent twitching mass as the cats inside hiss and scratch each other over things that only matter to those inside that one part of the costume.
Then something really big happens, something that catches the attention of all the cats, and suddenly instead of a twitching flat lump, you’re facing an fully grown, fully coordinated, VERY angry moose.
The administration thought it would be herding cats. Instead, it’s facing a charging moose.
Where are the fic where the super-slick super-spy is thwarted by their seduction target’s complete lack of self-esteem and inability to believe for one second that someone that hot wants to fuck them?
….
I don’t know if I need to read this or I need to write this, but I need this.
This desperately needs to be a thing.
OOoh, how about the complete lack of self-esteem and disbelief is married with cynicism…that there’s no way that this person wants to fuck them, they must want something,
And that’s when the spy takes it as a personal challenge. He can hear the suppressed laugher in his handler’s voice. They’ve never failed like this.It is ON.
I love this addition
This was longer than I meant it to be, but once I started writing I got caught up:
000
His suit was less expensive than he was used to – he was
playing an attorney here, not a jet-setting billionaire or dashing playboy –
but the game was the same as it always was. Approach the target, charm them
into letting their guard down, then talk his way into their home to get access
to, in this case, computer files. He didn’t even have to feel guilty about this
one – either she was manipulating phone software for terrorists, in which case
she deserved everything she got, or she was being used by someone who was
manipulating phone software for terrorists. In which case, he was saving her.
She was just the type who could use a little saving, too.
Eating lunch in a mall food court, hunched over a tablet while she ate sesame
chicken one-handed without looking. Hair pulled back in the most practical
hairstyle possible, he was sure their interaction would be the most exciting
part of her week.
Shifting his grip on his briefcase, he sauntered over to her
table. “Pardon me for being rude, but I saw you sitting over here and I—“
I hope you continue it but even if you don’t it’s still more than I was expecting and it’s awesome and you should be very proud!
You’re very welcome. Have some more;
After a few seconds, he realized the muffled noise he could
hear over his comm sounded suspiciously like laughter. “Shut up,” he muttered, voice low enough that
casual passers-by wouldn’t be able to overhear.
Naturally, D did exactly the opposite and stopped muffling
the laughter entirely, letting it boom over the comm loud enough to make him
wince. “You know I’m saving the audio forever, right?” D managed, laughing so
hard she was wheezing. “I’m going to insist we start an agency Christmas party,
just so I can play it for everyone and we can all laugh at you together.”
First I want to say that I’m not trying to talk over nor silence anyone who has issues with Hunk’s enjoyment of food in Voltron. Your feelings are always valid. However, I do want to offer another perspective on the matter that I don’t think many of you have the experience of understanding through living.
Because I don’t think many of you are or know trained chefs.
We have been shown in both seasons that, besides being an incredibly gifted engineer, Hunk is also an accomplished cook, if not a trained chef (I lean toward the later with him, because he resonates SO much with me on the topic of food - yes there IS a distinct difference between the way a Foodie and a Culinarian talk about and interact with food!)
The thing about chefs is… we talk about food, we think about food, we make food analogies, we explain things using food as an example, we compare other things to food. I’m currently the sales manager and accountant (among other things) for my family’s seamster business. I compare literally every aspect of our business to food and restaurant management, to the point where I think I’m driving my partners insane sometimes.
Pricing our products? Gotta balance that menu! That scarf that has very low material cost and sells like crazy is like our chicken dish, so we can keep the cost of our high-end “salmon and lamb” plushes competitive! Extremely complex custom orders? Those are our wedding cakes and big catering jobs!
Want to win my heart? Cook me a nice meal. Want to give me the best gift ever? Take me to that fancy restaurant I’ve been eyeing. Want to make me feel creative and blessed? Get me an ingredient that I haven’t cooked with before or don’t get to cook with often. Mom gifted me a gram of saffron one Christmas and I nearly burst into tears I was so touched.
When I first watched the scene in S2 where they’re all standing around thinking about Zarkon and Hunk says he was thinking about calzones I nearly lost my shit because that was me right there on the screen. My husband and fiancee both groaned fondly and face palmed because yes, they know, I’m always thinking about food!
I have other skills. I primarily consider myself a writer, as Hunk would primarily be considered an engineer, and writing does have influence over my life and my conversations, just has Hunk did demonstrate his engineering skills in S2. But there is something about also being a chef that keeps food coming up in conversation.
Yes, Hunk is a big guy (just a side note, the reason he’s the strongest member of the team is because he has the caloric reserves to burn that Shiro doesn’t), a lot of chefs are also big guys (and gals, and enbies!). Loving food and being large is perfectly wonderful and beautiful. Being a chef and constantly talking about food is modus operandi and I was truly delighted to see his character unfold in a way that resonated with me so very much.
I’ve seen people calling the Muslim/Refugee Ban a “distraction” from Bannon being put on the National Security Council, and y’all, I want you to listen:
They’re not trying to distract us. They legitimately do not give a shit and are going to do whatever they want until someone stops them. It is not a “distraction” to upend the lives of thousands of people, and affect millions more. They’re not aiming for distraction, they’re aiming for fatigue.
RING A DING DING. Everything they’re doing rn is exactly what they intended to do. The only sinister strategy that’s not in bold faced type is that they are trying to shock and awe us all into exhaustion so we stop fighting back. Take care of yourself in your off time so we can all endure this because they have no intention of stopping or slowing down.
There are good reasons to not want to personally punch a Nazi in the face but let’s be clear, none of them are because a Nazi doesn’t deserve it.
I remain staunchly pro-choice on Nazi punching.
“Should I, personally, punch a Nazi right now?” That’s up to you, whether or not you feel safe in doing so, your own personal beliefs on violent vs non-violent protest, etc.
being that writer ppl longingly think about all like “if only this writer wrote for my ship”
being that writer ppl have a love/hate relationship with bc “i loath that ship with every fiber of my being but this writer’s works about it are absolute masterpieces”
being that writer ppl read one work for and then read the rest with conSUMING NEED IN ONE NIGHT
being that writer ppl write meta/rec posts discussing their fic
being the author of the fic everyone recommends to their friends to get their friends to ship the ship.
Could I kindly ask that people posting things about the current US political situation do one thing?
include the date in your original post. once they get popular and circulated, it would be EXTREMELY convenient to know at a glance. “Is this still something I can call/sign/write about, or has it probably already hit a conclusion?”
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)
I love how the armed march against Jewish people in Montana has gotten no cover/no notes on posts on Tumblr. :)
The what now?! Why haven’t i heard about this?? Wtf????
Google it.
A neo-Nazi newspaper, The Daily Stormer, is encouraging people to “take against Jews” (Jewish people, their businesses, and supporters) in Montana with guns, and no one is doing anything to stop them “because freedom of speech” despite, you know, they could kill somebody.
And Tumblr doesn’t care because it’s Jewish people being effected. :)
“Kristallnacht”? What’s that?
It was the “Night of Broken Glass”; 8000 Jewish people were moved to concentration camps, and thousands of Jewish businesses were destroyed, along with 200 synagogues.
I really love how Tumblr can’t be fucking bothered to talk about anti-Semitism.
I’M JUST GONNA KEEP REBLOGGING ABOUT THIS UNTIL IT ACTUALLY GETS NOTES
WHAT THE HECK ONLY A HUNDRED TWENTY NOTES WHY AREN’T MORE PEOPLE CONCERNED??
Concerned person, right here….
Maybe a reference would help. The New York Times is also covering this.
They are busing in skinheads and planning to carry high-powered rifles through town. 200 people are expected to march against jews, jewish businesses and those who support them.
Um, so now…I think it’s time for me and my family to leave the country. I’m scared for them…for my 21st birthday I was gonna get a star of David tattoo but now….maybe not….
so moana becomes a wayfinder, teaches the lost ways to her people, and becomes chief. she and maui never speak again, because there are rules
they don’t speak for the same reason that the ocean couldn’t just give maui back his hook, for the same reason it couldn’t return the heart itself, for the same reason the ocean couldn’t just simply deliver moana to it’s destination. there is a balance, a give and take, and they must make a decision. they cant talk about this decision of course, but they must make it, so they do. moana sees a red hawk above her for most of her life, but they never speak, never touch.
the ocean never forgets her, never ignores her. it answers her call, loves her, but moana only allows it to move and play with her in the dark of night, where her people cannot see her. she is already a legend, she who fought with maui, who traveled to the land of monsters, who returned the heart of te fiti with her own two hands, who saved the world. many of her people think her adventures a myth, and thats how she wants it - she never speaks of it. she won’t allow them to know how the ocean loves her, for they must follow her because she is their cheif, their master wayfinder, because she can lead them to new lands and new places. she must be followed for what she will do, not what she did.
she travels across the seas, from one end to the other. she starts three more villages, brings her people to new islands flush with greenery and hope and the promise of a future. she learns the earth as well as she knows the sea, because she needs to learn which of these islands can sustain her people, their farming, their building. and she marries. she chooses a man who has broad shoulders and smiles a lot, one who loves the sea. she has three children, and leaves him to raise all of them as she sails to find a new island. she never stops searching the ocean, the wind in her hair, the water below her.
her husband never asks for her heart, and she never gives it. she’s loyal to him, and she brings her people into a new age of discovery and trade. when her eldest son is fully grown, when her hair streaks silver, she steps down and names him chief, allows him to lead their people and does her best not to let her shadow overpower him.
time passes. her husband dies, and she mourns him. her children marry, have children of their own, and each of them love the sea with a ferocity that is born of her blood.
all but one - her eldest child’s eldest child, the girl set to be the next chief, pania
As of Sunday Jan 29, Boston is the only US city pledging to admit all legal green card and visa holders, and refugees at an international airport. No detention no deportation. Anyone trying to come back to the US who is affected by the ban is being urged to reroute through Logan airport. Please share.
Here’s the source; it’s only open for the next 7 days (until February 5, 2017)
at this point I genuinely do not believe that the Rogue POTUS staff twitter is real.
The national park ones are real, but the POTUS staff one has too many tells of a troll account.
the #triggered tag is a troll tag, and they aren’t providing any externally verifiable info, unlike other alt/rogue accounts.
If anyone here is interested in forensic linguistics as a sub field, this is the type of thing you might be faced with. You wouldn’t think a tweet would contain much information to work with to describe the author, yet here we see a clear tone with orthographic and lexical markers typical of the Twitter Nazi in an alt-source costume.
The same analysis can be applied to the white supremacists attempting to infiltrate Black Twitter, social media groups for ethnic and religious minorities, and liberal havens.
i knew something was up, the way the posts were worded and shit
Please stop boycotting “A Dog’s Purpose”. That video of “animal abuse” was posted by TMZ. TMZ, who is just about tabloids and is known to be problematic. As a trainer, the person working with the dog was doing what he could. He stayed by her side, at her level, and spoke to her and reassuringly touched her sides. This video was ALSO made by PETA, an organization that is notoriously awful. They have stolen animals from people’s homes and euthanized them several times. They also edited the video to skip right from footage off the dog being nervous about the water right to her being IN the water, implying they just threw her in. They didn’t. She’s a German shepherd, she isn’t a water dog ad would naturally be nervous. The minute she showed any sign of struggled, they removed her and cared for her. This is a trained animal and trained workers who know how to make entertainment without hurting the doggy cast. Don’t boycott this film because of a literal tabloid.
the dog (who is named Hercules) actually was chosen for his love of water. the reason he was nervous was because he’d been rehearsing the scene entering the water from the opposite side of the pool- he only freaked out when asked to enter on the other side. the video also cut out the part where they stopped trying to get him to go where he was uncomfortable, and then let him enter on the side he was used to. here’s the producer’s response to the video
{{OK so, I know the author of the book, distantly because I know his wife very well, Cathryn and Bruce are LITERALLY the biggest animal rights advocates you could ask for. They have been getting death threats over this. Cathryn has received threats of rape. Bruce’s children have been threatened. All this over a FAKE story. So please, listen to all of the above.}}
