Dovercourt Home by Stephane Chamard
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My fandom is all over the place.
This is an August Booth, Sansa Stark, JoanxLock Brotp Appreciation blog.
Check the "Me" tag to see what else I watch.
My fandom is all over the place.
This is an August Booth, Sansa Stark, JoanxLock Brotp Appreciation blog.
Check the "Me" tag to see what else I watch.
I just realized that 42 seconds into 4:23 pm on August 4, 2015, that will be the only moment in our lifetime where the date is all of The Numbers from Lost in order: 4/8/15, 16:23:42
here’s to the ladies who get pushed aside, who aren’t wielding swords and words and even femininity like weapons of war, who are rarely the protagonists and even more rarely the antagonists and even more rarely noticed at all. here’s to the girls that fandom prefers to ignore, who aren’t celebrated like their equally excellent peers but sit on the sidelines, who can also be selfish or petty or mean but also kind and quiet and understanding. here’s to the girls who believe in fairy tales and freedom and watching from the sidelines, who endure abuse and worse as patriarchal narratives see them as plot instead of characters, foils instead of people. here’s to the ladies who are called “whiny” and “passive” and “boring” for watching the story play out and getting swept up in it because they don’t have the ability or even the drive to be the ones calling the shots. here’s to the rival love interests, to the observant children, to the women killed off before they have a chance to shine. here’s to the ones reviled for loving someone they shouldn’t or sacrificing more than they should. here’s to the ladies out there who are never called special or stanned or remembered by more than a few.
here’s to the ladies who are rarely your favorites but who have stories- all rich, most untold- all the same.
My name is Ichabod Crane. I was enlisted under the command of General Washington.
Welcome to the 21st century, Mr Crane.
Fox presents: Sleepy Hollow (x)
To whom it may concern, we are survivors of Oceanic Flight 815. We have survived on this island for 80 days. We were 6 hours into the flight when the pilot said we were off course and turned back towards Fiji. We hit turbulence and crashed. We’ve been waiting here, all this time, waiting for rescue that has not come. We do not know where we are; we only know you have not found us. We’ve done our best to live on this island. Some of us have come to accept that we may never leave it. Not all of us have survived since the crash, but there is new life too, and with it, there is hope. We are alive. Please don’t give up on us.
