"Oh captain, my captain."This was in my queue, but I feel it is appropriate to publish this now. May we take this into consideration in honor of his work and the inspiration he gave others.
I have reblogged this before, but I feel the need to reblog it right now for given reasons. Thank you for everything, sir. You are missed already.
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I just spent about an hour trolling around on one of my favorite tumblr blogs of all time. If anyone is still following this relatively inactive thing here let me redirect you to mary-kate(andiamo-bambina)
seriously, she’s got a puppy!
I HAVE NOT SAT DOWN AND WATCHED NCIS IN LIKE A YEAR
AND THE ONE TIME I TRY TO MAKE A THING
I AM IN SUCH A RAGE
BECAUSE THIS SHOW WAS FUCKING PERFECT
THE CHEMISTRY AMONGST THE ENTIRE CAST WAS PERFECT
AND THEY FUCKED EVERYTHING UP AND NOW IT’S WEIRD AND I JUST WANT MY SHOW BACK
I haven’t allowed myself to do that. I can’t. I wanted to watch Sub Rosa(Season 1 or 2 I think) a few days ago when it was on but… It just hurt. Being reminded of that fckn shtstrm in the last few weeks before I completely stopped watching. It’s so sad. I’ve got 60+ DVDs of NCIS just sitting there right in front of my nose EVERY DAY. IT’S NOT OK!
was this ever fucking explained?
One of the great mysteries of NCIS… Along with that toe in the victims stomach in season 3. I’m still wondering about that too…
Is there even help for people who spell hallucinations like… THAT!?
I was trying to find an episode of Bones… The next thing I googled to find this ep was fridge blows up and I pressed enter before realising that I should put “Bones” in that search too… In the search results there was a youtube video of a fridge that gets blown up.
Why? Help. Internet… *shakes head*
July 7th - 362 days - Ziva and McGee, set 1/4
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
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
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."
I want moving gifs when I’m on the tumblr app…
we have all read fanfiction that we shouldn’t have
just a few favorite tags
just open up tag viewer on this post and settle in with a snack cause ain’t nobody sleeping tonight, friends
installing tag viewer for this was the best decision i ever made
this is so tragically beautiful
Where do people find these
Imagine you’re 16 and you’ve just realized you might be gay. You’re being bullied, so reach out to your school for help – they send you to a chaplain. He says that being gay is a disease and you need to be cured.
Sound outrageous? The Australian government has just decided that’s what should happen in schools all over the country. The Federal Budget was just released with $245 million to send chaplains from anti-gay religious groups into schools instead of qualified social workers.
There’s still a chance to stop it. The Opposition is about to decide if they should pass the budget in full, seek to amend it or block it entirely. If this secret religious agenda doesn’t make headlines, it could be forgotten and passed without debate.
Help raise the alarm and stop tax money from being spent to bully vulnerable students. We only have days.
Join me and sign the petition here
you don’t have to live in Australia to sign this so everybody should be signing it tbh
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Note: Never attempt to drink anything while watching Sherlock. It
mightwill crack you up and make you spill your drink everywhere!