maybe i've always been more comfortable in chaos

Ella | 20 | INFP | Hufflepuff I become too easily attached to fictional characters and then I blog about them. Welcome to my multi-fandom mess. Current Obsessions: Clarke Griffin, Raven Reyes and Octavia Blake are my holy trinity Listening: Marina, Florence, Fleetwood Mac Reading: The Winner's Crime by Marie Rutowski Currently in: Oxford

[cassandrascastle]

LET IT ALL GO; for when you feel like it might actually be ok in the end.

The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds, but I am still standing on my feet - Nikos Kazantzakis

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[makebeliever]

✺ Winter is coming. Those aren’t just the Stark words, that’s a fact. {for swordofsnow}

“Death is coming for everyone and everything. The darkness will swallow the dawn.” 

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[rhaegartarqaryen-deactivated201]

everyone is happy au:

Sansa marries Willas Tyrell.

[clarkesgriffin-deactivated20191]

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[aguilerae]

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Mr. Childs, the day you leaked that sex tape to the press and forced me to shield my children from every cable news station that played it in a 24 hour rotation, that was the day I became collateral damage. If you’re worried about my husband, Mr. Childs, you’ve obviously never made a woman angry before.

[dreammetheworld]

“One day, Evie O’Neill, you’re gonna fall head over heels for me!” “Don’t hold your breath!” Evie shouted back. Sam mimed an arrow through the heart and fell down. Evie laughed in spite of herself. “Idiot.”

[vanderrwaals]

“I only have a minute.”

[walywest]

3x09 - AKA. Shirley is better than you.

[maisiewilliams]

To be loved by her would be to be impaled by a bird’s sharp beak, to be nailed to a barnyard door. Yet there are moments when I could wish to be speared by a beak, to be nailed to a barnyard door, positively, once and for all.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via maisiewilliams)

[petyrbaelishs]

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[brekkerghafa]

He plunged ahead. “I was wondering…” Arin had an idea. He’d had it for some time now. He didn’t like it. The words lay bitter on his tongue, but he had thought about it, and thought about it, and if he said nothing…  She looked concerned. That decided him. Arin took a deep breath. His stomach changed to iron. His body was girding itself in a way he knew well. Arin was tightening the muscles needed before a plunge into deep water. A punch to the gut. The lift of the hardest, lowest, highest notes he could possibly sing. His stomach knew what he’d have to sustain. “Marry him,” Arin said, “but be mine in secret.”

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[cassandrascastle]

[You look crazy.] Crazy amazing.

[dellabooks-blog]

 Young adult literature often presumes that for girls to accept its heroines, they must be as uncertain and insecure as authors and publishers assume readers to be– or rather, as uncertain and insecure as readers are told to be. When I was part of that demographic, I was taught to be aware of myself as a person with many flaws that others were constantly seeing and judging. I was taught to heed these voices and to perpetuate this gaze upon myself.Teenage heroines triumph, but they cannot be too arrogant or angry about it. They receive their validation from others.

(And there is, I should say, some aspect of this which is a necessary depiction of female heroism to include: that she might doubt, and yet triumph, because her doubt does not indicate worthlessness. Yet it itself is not enough.)

But in The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks, protagonist Frankie is a force of nature. The narrative voice is wholly in awe of Frankie and invites you to marvel at her with them. She flirts and plots and refuses to be compromised, even by the boy she likes. The narrator tells us that she might someday head the CIA or “a unit of organized criminals,” and that she will undoubtedly open doors and change the world. The narrator does not doubt, and neither does Frankie herself.

For me, Frankie was a revelation. She does not stumble into adulthood or self-assurance; no one needs to tell Frankie how brilliant she is. She knows. She knows even when no one else will see it or admit to it. The narrator speaks of her story not as the fraught coming of age of a girl, but as the beginning of a legend. The novel is fundamentally uninterested in reassuring the reader of Frankie’s ordinariness. Frankie is a complex, human character, but she is not ordinary, and neither must be the reader. 

It’s startling when you realize what you have gone without, and what you have never questioned. Literature about boys turning into men does not demand that they not dare to think well of themselves. They are acclaimed and glorified for being ambitious, for believing in themselves, for not heeding anyone who tells them to stop. Male readers, through the characters they are taught to identify with, learn that anything they think is worth saying, and anything they want is theirs for the taking.

And so I am unbearably glad that teenage girls might be reading about Frankie and recognizing that they, like she, might be proud and bold and angry– that they might conceive of themselves as legendary.

[obriez]

[kngmaker]

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[cobaltcharlie]

It fit perfectly. Look at her now. The maid’s uniform. That coat. Something hidden in her eyes. Oh, yes. Kestrel would make a fine spy.