Hello internet, the name is Lineke. Send me an owl if you'd like to know me, I like to talk to people but tend to be terribly shy about it. I am infatuated with a lot of things, some examples being: Mythology, Crossovers, Meta-fiction.

Things you will probably find back on this blog: Doctor Who, The Avengers, Supernatural, BBC Sherlock, any crossovers of the above, Studio Ghibli movies, Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons and probably a lot of randomness.

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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
Did this.

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
Questions.

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.

Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be.  (via oliviacirce)

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myspanglyoutfit:

Tony gets his own frame.

Like a Boss

It’s because he’s Tony Stark.

That’s okay. Bruce decides he wants to be in two frames. Like a Hulk.

reblogging this again because look at how Natasha and Clint fuckin’ strut and own that frame hell yeah

Steve just kind of wandering around

omg I didn’t even think to click on them before now just do it

femininefreak:

When a Muslim fraternity from the University of Texas at Dallas took to the streets to protest against domestic violence, these striking pictures made waves around the world. Muslim America rocks — we just don’t hear about it often.

femininefreak:

When a Muslim fraternity from the University of Texas at Dallas took to the streets to protest against domestic violence, these striking pictures made waves around the world. Muslim America rocks — we just don’t hear about it often.

kswhateverspace:

You're not watching Orphan Black?
Let’s change that!

S1: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

You don’t know what it’s about?
It’ll be an even better surprise!

kswhateverspace:

You're not watching Orphan Black?

Let’s change that!

S11 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

You don’t know what it’s about?

It’ll be an even better surprise!

I have a question :) why "amuly"?
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everybodyilovedies:

:D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:DDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’M SO GLAD YOU ASKED

*literally dumps an entire folder of shit onto her desk*

:DDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*DEEP BREATH*

"Amuly and Nirenus" was the first novel I wrote, when I was 11.

It has the greatest first page ever. Would to hear it? You’re gonna hear it.

There was once a young girl who lived on the streets. She was an orphan, but she rather liked it that way. She did not have a name, except one that she made up. The name that she had given herself was Amuly. That may seem like a strange name but that name suited her just fine. Amuly enjoyed being an orphan and living on the streets. Some people may think she was crazy for liking to beg for food. But she had never really begged for food. She was a bit of a con-artist, along with her friend, Nirenus. Nirenus was Amuly’s life long companion, and friend. He had known Amuly for as long as he could remember, and Amuly had known Nirenus for as long as she could remember. Those two looked as though they were made for each other. When seen walking down the street together, a person would assume they were twins. Amuly was amazingly pretty, with shinning, blue eyes that she could turn to ice as easily as flicking a switch. She had wonderful hair that was the color just between brown and blond, and her skin color, if it was not always covered up with dirt and grease, would be a slight tan. Nirenus looked amazingly like Amuly. He had blondish-brownish hair, and an ever so slight tan. The only difference between them were their eyes. Nirenus had eyes that were such a dark shade of brown they were nearly black. These eyes he could turn, as Amuly could with hers, to coal as easily as flicking a switch. They lived a carefree life until a strange man came into their life, changing everything.

Yes. Yes. Yes. ALL of that. 

Anyway, it was an actual novel, for all intents and purposes. It was 236 pages (double spaced) (in papyrus) (I was ELEVEN, OKAY)

and then it spawned a prequel and a sequel, “Amuly and Nirenus: The Encounter” and “Amuly and Nirenus: The Merger” respectively.

There was ART 

and family trees

and pronunciation guides

and floor plans of palaces:

and mock-ups of covers.

JUST. BASICALLY. IT’S THE GREATEST THING I’VE EVER DONE AND WILL EVER DO?????? AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH and sirdef knows that I will talk about it for HOURS if given half a chance because I totally did like Thursday night xDDDDD

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hamburgerboogie:

THIS COMMERCIAL MAKES ME SO FUCKING HAPPY. I JUST WANT TO DANCE NOW. I JUST WANT TO WATCH PEOPLE DANCE. I WANT EVERYONE TO DANCE. 

mainframe110:

The new Guardians of the Galaxy trailer looks spectacular

mainframe110:

The new Guardians of the Galaxy trailer looks spectacular

hammpix:

HOW TO DRAW SUPERHERO BOOBS.

hammpix:

HOW TO DRAW SUPERHERO BOOBS.

beynerys:

Everytime she wavers, he’s there. Every time she’s kind of unsure about something, he’s there, and he helps to just make her stronger and stronger.” - Emilia Clarke.