I'm Sam and this is a personal blog.If you want me to tag anything, all you have to do is ask! I'm in a buncha fandoms, and reblog a lot of social justice stuff. More recently, I've gotten into tabletop RPGs and Magic, the gathering, but I tag both of those!
My personal tag is "Sam in real life"
On the last day, when Aslan drew her and Peter aside, she did not cry. Her throat closed up and her heart clanged so loudly in her ears that she missed half of what he said.
Too old to return to Narnia?
You shoved me back into this wretched unformed child’s body, lion-god, and made me a thousand years a widow, and now I am too old?
If Susan had been standing next to the White Witch, before the Stone Table, looking down at Aslan bound and muzzled, she would have asked to wield the knife.
Peter was keeping his chin up and saying all the right things. Susan sank her teeth into her lower lip and thought that she would have given everything she had not to come back to Narnia this time.
Aslan looked at her as he spoke. He knew what she was thinking, of course. He always did.
Susan didn’t care. If he was going to go around refusing to be a tame lion, he could hardly fault her for refusing to be a tame woman.
Lucy was coming up, with Edmund beside her. She gritted her teeth, and swallowed her rage. It would not do Lucy a great deal of good to see her god gut her sister with one of his gigantic paws. And she’d be damned if she cried in front of him. She had cried for him once already, cried and worked her fingers bloody prying a muzzle from his dead jaws, and this was how that vigil was repaid.
She would be glad to never see Narnia again. The languid erasing of her memories could not come quickly enough. There was nothing left for her here.
My mom asked how my day was, and I responded with
"Oh pretty good, nothing broke, no one got mad at me"
And she was like
"That’s a pretty low bar for a good day"
NOT WHEN YOU WORK CUSTOMER SERVICE IT ISNT
"A new study shows that men are threatened by confident women taking pictures of themselves, and call these women stupid, socially inept, and ugly. In other news, the world is round, the sky is blue, and the patriarchy is still shitty."
the media is getting REAL DESPERATE to bring women down these days.
Do you think every president goes through a awkward first few weeks in office when they’re not sure when’s the right time to ask if aliens are real or not?
Update: I am now home. I still sort of wish I went to FNM instead, alas, I am working the late shift tomorrow as well, and it prob wouldn’t go over super well to skip two days right after a co-worker quit.
everyone has said and done problematic things in their lifetime. that’s a result of the society we live in, not necessarily a reflection of their character.
what is a reflection of their character is how they react to being informed of the negativity within their behavior and statements, and whether or not they choose to change their behavior.
If you found me at #SDCC today, this is what you would have seen.
It’s not too late though - I’ll be at the #Geekandsundry #spellslingers party tonight! Come to Jolt n’ Joe’s and we can hang out! :)