This is Sammy. She’s four years old and has just been diagnosed with leukemia. I’ve only met Sam a couple times, but she’s a shy, kind little girl with an upbeat spirit.
Her parents, Allison and Tyler, are looking to raise $20,000 to cover expenses to stay in Vancouver with Sammy while she undergoes six months of chemo.
Any help, literally ANY, even if it’s just a dollar, would be a great help to the family in being able to keep them together. In Sammy’s words, “Don’t worry, Mom and Dad, we will get through this together.”
So I’ve been gone for the last two weeks. It’s been… interesting. A little boring. I logged back in today. Glanced around, put a few things in my drafts (accidentally reblogged one) and such. And… I realized that I hate it.
Somehow my blog isn’t my safe space anymore. I’m not sure how it happened, how my blog and my dash started to feel confining, pressing, distressing. But it does.
So instead of saying that I’m taking a break, I’m going to say that I’m leaving. I might be back. I certainly adore many of the people I follow. But for now, for the foreseeable future, I’m not going to be around. I still get notifications when I get asks, so you can get a hold of me that way. And if anyone (that I’ve previously chatted with) wants my email/AIM/Yahoo, just send an ask, I’ll let you know.
I also started a new blog (starting fresh and all that) that’s vastly different from the one I have here. Thus far it’s goth/punk/steampunk/apocalyptic pretties. I guess it’s the goth/punk version of hipster *snort* If anyone wants to know what it is, shoot me an ask and I’ll send you the URL.
i fucking love fanfiction like it literally caters for every need, whether you’re wanting 2k of cute couples snuggling on the sofa, a thing of epic length with an awesome plot or a piece of writing that is literally just pages of your favourite characters banging each other whoever invented fanfiction is my fave
So… apparently, the phrase “take an arrow to the knee” is old nordic slang for getting married.
The Findings I have been at this for a solid three hours and have turned up absolutely nothing. I did learn a lot about women in viking society as a whole, and while they were generally held in relatively high regard for homemakers, it was unlikely that they were held so highly that men would see marriage as something “crippling” as the arrow-to-the-knee joke suggests (assuming, of course, that Skyrim is a historically accurate game that just also happens to have magic and dragons and werewolves and whatever else on the side).
Based on previous research into similarly dispersed urban legends, here’s what I’m thinking happened: a funny, deadpan “what if” joke came into somebody’s mind. “what if it’s code for something?” From there, the joke morphed, and as it got passed along in the great global game of Telephone that are jokes and urban legends, someone misheard that “what if” and it became a “did you know.” But the spread didn’t stop there. It just kept going, because it made perfect sense — it’s ridiculous to think that all these NPCs wound up being shot in the knee with arrows and it’s a little world breaking in an otherwise extremely immersive game lauded for the work put into it. But it’s easy to forget that the “arrow to the knee” phrase is no more or less common than any of the other stock NPC phrases seen throughout Skyrim, and that “arrow to the knee” was just that: a stock NPC phrase, and certainly not something that was ever said by Norse people historically.
Of course, this isn’t to say that perhaps in the mythos of Skyrim, a land where magic exists and a human can be part-dragon and also a werewolf and shouting loud enough can knock someone unconscious, “taking an arrow to the knee” is used as slang by men and women to speak ill of their homemaking spouses while they yearn for the good old days of being adventurer like yourself. And just like that, you have another (or maybe your first?) head-canon.
IDK how casting Bagels Cucumbers as Khan isn’t disrespectful to Gene Roddenberry tbh.
That man fought networks tooth and nail to have people of different races on his show. He fought long and hard to have an interracial kiss on TV.
My grandmother does not like Sci-Fi, but you better believe her ass was watching Star Trek, you know why? Because it was one of the few places you could see a black woman on TV. And she had an important job! She was important! She wasn’t just in the background.
Shit, as fake and hokey as Chekov’s accent was, he made sure there was a russian on the show, why? BECAUSE HIS VERSION OF THE FUTURE WAS ONE OF DIVERSITY AND PEOPLE GETTING ALONG KINDA SORTA.
NOT LIKE THE OTHER TREKS TRIED TO PRESERVE THAT MESSAGE
(No I don’t know about the dude doing the Blue Steel back there, I barely remember Enterprise it’s boring)
“It’s about the actors performance.”
MAAAN, fuck that noise.
No, it’s not, there are HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of actors out there of Indian descent. You’re telling me that Binglebangle Coochiebutt was better than all of them? Show me the tapes, I gotta see that. Show me them auditions that I’m pretty sure they didn’t even do because casting a white dude is easier than being not a bastard.
People of color already struggle when it comes to seeing ourselves in the media, and before you go “But he’s a baaaad guy.” No one is saying that PoC can’t be cast as bad guys. It’s that we’re cast as the same kind of bad guys each and every fucking time. Mindless, one note, stereotypical.
Khan was different, he was smart, he was strong, he was cunning, he was layered. He garnered the respect of his enemies he was that fucking great. AND HE WAS BROWN. AWESOME SAUCE YEEEEEAAAAAH.
But nope, let’s cast a white dude because who gives a shit about diversity. HAHAHAA WE HONOR U GENE RODDENBERRY BY WHITEWASHING.
P.S I’m just gonna link this cause shut up I do what i want.
sometimes when beckett looks at castle you can see it in her eyes that she’s thinking about all the places his mouth and hands were just a few hours previously and how she’d really, really like them to be there again
She gets that look a lot. More at the precinct than out, tho. And more in the bullpen than interrogation (but sometimes in interrogation, too)
Stunning Stana. We don’t know how she does it, but Stana Katic combines brains, brawn and beauty - and is still totally down-to-earth. Luckily the star of Castle is happy to share her secrets.
“I’m not a believer in balance,” says Stana (pronounced STAH-na) Katic. “I know a lot of people who are philosophers and they sit by the river and talk about what that underwater world might look like. And I’ll say, ‘Dive in, man, and go and see it. Swim around. You’ll be okay.’”
This carpe diem attitude explains why the 33-year-old’d resumé reads like it could be that of an M15 agent: She’s skilled in fencing, scuba diving, archery, falconry and horseback riding, and she’s studied martial arts. She’s fluent in Serbian, French, English and Italian. She even learned Navy Seal knifing techniques for her rols as a Russian assassin in the 2008 film Stiletto.
Stana credits her spirit and wanderlust to her parents, immigrants from the former Yugoslavia, who came to North America with nothing. They moved to Hamilton, Ont., where Stana was born, and eventually settled in Chicago and “built an empire of sorts with their furniture business,” she says. “They got my five siblings and me educated - piano, ballet, karate - well travelled and excited about the world. There was a level of respect for the planet in general. It was part of our upbringing.”
That hasn’t disappeared. Last summer Stana went on a two-week holiday to Mongolia, where she donned traditional clothes, learned a few words of Khalkha (the official language), slept in a yurt and rode a camel through the Gobi Desert. She loved the solitude. “It doesn’t get a lot of tourists,” she deadpans. That adventurous jaunt to Central Asia sums up Stana’s personality: She isn’t your cookie-cutter Hollywood type.
Her latest cause is the Alternative Travel Project. “California’s supposed to be an eco-friendly state and we’re doing a rotten job of it in L.A.,” she says. Her ambition was to encourage viewers and fans of Castle to leave their cars at home and find other ways to commute. For seven days over a month, she walked 40 minutes, rode her bike or took public transit to the set in a city where people rarely travel anywhere by foot. “I was exercising while I was doing it. And I was engaging with the community, too!”
Stana says seeing the world through “Canadian eyeballs” helped cultivate her nonconformist attitude. In 1997, she enrolled at the University of Toronto in international relations, economics, and pre-law. “I thought I could save the world,” she says. “What’s promoted in the States is assimilation, whereas in Canada, it’s multiculturalism,” says Stana. “That mosaic mentality allows for an appreciation of an individual’s culture and history.” She tips her hat, too, to Canada’s socialized health care and supports Obama’s reforms to extend health-care insurance.
When it comes to the politics of her love life, though, the spicier topics are off limits. “I love to kiss, but I don’t tell,” she says, laughing. “Romance is difficult for some celebrities. If the media finds out you’re dating Robert Pattinson, you’re screwed.” But she does admit that she’s very committed to deep and substantive relationships. “I like the concept that if you’re with someone, it’s for the long term.” Is she dating co-star Nathan Fillion? She won’t tell - though the internet is awash with buzz about it. For now, she opts to keep us, and her three million viewers, guessing.
By Amber Nasrulla Photography by Alison Dyer
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at monash university in melbourne the women’s department had a bake sale and cupcakes were one dollar for men and eighty cents for women and seventy cents for trans* people to represent the wage gap and heaps of guys kicked off about it being sexist and that’s how i finally understood how hypocritical and ignorant men’s rights activism is
to be fair that is pretty darn sexist… why cant stuff just be EQUAL for everyone?