Today, I brought an RAF themed rubber duck (to help the RAF Benevolent Fund maintain a dementia ward for ex-servicemen they’ve set up)

He is awesome and blue.

And called Quacky.

Now I want more ducks.

(And yes, that is a map of Westeros he’s sitting on. It’s my mouse map and not a subtle clue about things that happen in later books).

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From birth we’re taught that we’re owed a beautiful girl. We all think of ourselves as the hero of our own story, and we all (whether we admit it or not) think we’re heroes for just getting through our day.

So it’s very frustrating, and I mean frustrating to the point of violence, when we don’t get what we’re owed. A contract has been broken. These women, by exercising their own choices, are denying it to us. It’s why every Nice Guy is shocked to find that buying gifts for a girl and doing her favors won’t win him sex. It’s why we go to “slut” and “whore” as our default insults — we’re not mad that women enjoy sex. We’re mad that women are distributing to other people the sex that they owed us.

Yes, the women in these stories are being portrayed as wonderful and beautiful and perfect. But remember, there are two ways to dehumanize someone: by dismissing them, and by idolizing them.

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gnimaerd:

jenetikitty:

icheshers:

buggy-love:

a-colourfullife:

advocacycanine:

It’s just rude not to.

That moment when you meow back and your cat just looks at you weird and walks away and you’re like “wtf did I just say?”

QUICK REBLOG.

Because I just now did it.

And then they meow back and you’re like OMFG WE’RE COMMUNICATING

When I’m in the shower, drying off…   sometimes my momma kitty (she had kittens before she was fixed) will come running up and go “mreeh?” and star pawing at the door, like “are you okay in there?  it’s WET!”

Sometimes I meow at her in what I assume is a reassuring manner.

Sometimes I’m a bitch and start meowling like I’m quite upset and distressed.  She’ll start pacing back and force and going ”mreeeh?!  Mrrreehh?!”  at me, answering every time I meowl at her, until I finally open the shower door and step out and she gives me this look like YOU TRICKED ME!  and runs away.

My cat Brambles has a very angry chirp she makes because SHE’S HUNGRY YOU HAVE FOOD SHE’S HUNGRY GIVE HER THE FOOD GIVE IT TO HER NOW. I always chirp back at her. Always. We get into arguments about food all the time. 

I have had epic conversations with the two cats next door. I mediate between them too when they argue. They go crazy when you meow at them in a ‘OMG YOU UNDERSTAND ME!’ way.

"She wants to go back to Winterfell and see her family again, but after being caged up, she’s learned not to trust anyone. She knows her family isn’t going to be like it is in the fairy tales, waiting for her return. She hears that her brother is fighting a war, and she knows it’s never going to be the same. It’s not like she has a plan to get out, because she’s only thinking about her survival now, and she’s kind of just going with the flow. But she’s very broken, kind of stunned and traumatized, and it’s hard for her to function without the people who love her. I would love to see Sansa marry for love, but after what’s happened with Joffrey, I think it’ll be hard for her to trust anyone."

monilip:

whothefrellami:

liquid-thought:

freecocaine:

The pure fact that this doesn’t even need a title or a description or anything speaks volumes. I mean look at the number of notes this has. There are so few people who don’t recognize it. And the song itself just gives you chills. It’s so magical.

 #seriously music is amazing when you think about this #this tells a story with no words #no pictures #just sound #and that is amazing

This is my entire childhood put into song.

the pure fact that i’ve seen this so many times now and not played it once and yet  i can reblog it and know exactly what is it speaks volumes.

Children in ten years won’t understand that

(Source: alphageek2011, via fire-kissed)

fuckyeahethnicwomen:

Tuareg woman (by Helga)

Tuareg gender customs may refute Western preconceptions: Among the Tuareg, the men are veiled and the women are not. The society is largely matrilineal. They don’t fit into the nice bundles that art historians or anthropologists like to have. The Tuareg defy stereotypes—of Islam, Africa and social relationships—in other ways: The Tuareg are Islamic, but not in any comprehensive sense,  it’s mixed with a heavy dose of pre-existing pagan beliefs in the evil eye and the world of spirits, or jinn. 

- New exhibition highlights the ‘artful’ Tuareg of the Sahara

(via humanpieceoftoast)

(via theladylefay)

nowaysrsly:

Visenya’s dragon was Vhagar, Rhaenys had Meraxes, and Aegon rode Balerion, the Black Dread. It was said that Vhagar’s breath was so hot that it could melt a knight’s armor and cook the man inside, that Meraxes swallowed horses whole, and Balerion … his fire was as black as his scales, his wings so vast that whole towns were swallowed up in their shadow when he passed overhead.

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∟ Rhaenys Targaryen, Aegon the Conqueror’s sister-wife, the mother of Aenys I.

(via immortal-spud-thief)

nowaysrsly:

Three hundred years ago, when Aegon the Dragon landed beneath this very hill, the High Septon locked himself within the Starry Sept of Oldtown and prayed for seven days and seven nights, taking no nourishment but bread and water. When he emerged he announced that the Faith would not oppose Aegon and his sisters, for the Crone had lifted up her lamp to show him what lay ahead. If Oldtown took up arms against the Dragon, Oldtown would burn, and the Hightower and the Citadel and the Starry Sept would be cast down and destroyed. Lord Hightower was a godly man. When he heard the prophecy, he kept his strength at home and opened the city gates to Aegon when he came. And His High Holiness anointed the Conqueror with the seven oils.

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∟ Aegon I Targaryen, known as Aegon the Conqueror, the conqueror of the Seven Kingdoms and the founder of the ruling Targaryen dynasty of Westeros.

(via immortal-spud-thief)

nowaysrsly:

Aegon sent his sister up to Crackclaw, that Visenya. The lords had heard o’ Harren’s end. Being no fools, they laid their swords at her feet. The queen took them as her own men, and said they’d owe no fealty to Maidenpool, Crab Isle, or Duskendale.

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∟ Visenya Targaryen, Aegon the Conqueror’s sister-wife, she rode her dragon, Vhagar, in battle.

(via immortal-spud-thief)