crooked stitching



talking from experience, when all you wanna do is finish your damn project the person trying to pull you away from it (for whatever reason) may seem like a monster or a villain but in this case lance was only looking after shiro.

Arya Stark is Not a Misogynist

This shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone who has read the novels. It is very clear that Arya has a high regard for all types of women. But the idea that Arya is somehow a misogynist who hates women and hates femininity is an erroneous and sexist idea that pops up every so often in fandom discussions, usually in an effort to prop up another character. But while there are female misogynists in the series, Arya is not one of them.

The usual “proof” given for her misogyny is Arya’s lack of talent when it comes to certain skills expected of women in her culture and her resentment at not being able to perform those “womanly arts” as well as her sister.

Arya’s stitches were crooked again. 

She frowned down at them with dismay and glanced over to where her sister Sansa sat among the other girls. Sansa’s needlework was exquisite. Everyone said so. “Sansa’s work is as pretty as she is,” Septa Mordane told their lady mother once. “She has such fine, delicate hands.” When Lady Catelyn had asked about Arya, the septa had sniffed. “Arya has the hands of a blacksmith.”

It wasn’t fair. Sansa had everything. Sansa was two years older; maybe by the time Arya had been born, there had been nothing left. Often it felt that way. Sansa could sew and dance and sing. She wrote poetry. She knew how to dress. She played the high harp and the bells. Worse, she was beautiful. – AGOT

But as shown in the passages above, Arya isn’t criticizing these activities because her culture connects them with womanhood. She’s not criticizing them at all. It’s actually clear that she unfortunately thinks poorly of herself for not being as good at them as her sister. She looks at her inability with “dismay” and compares herself to her sister, sadly viewing herself as the inferior one.

So while some may want to somehow use Arya’s inability to conform to patriarchal standards on femininity as proof that she hates women and activities related to women, the truth is that this is more about Arya’s poor self-image. She is taught to see herself as inferior and to see her sister as superior for excelling at those “womanly arts”. This is a significant part of Arya’s relationship with Sansa that is often overlooked. Arya admires her sister. She also resents her and doesn’t have completely positive memories of her due to Sansa’s bullying. But the fact remains that she admires her, takes her word as being fact, and sees her as the superior ideal.

Another relationship negatively impacted by societal expectations being forced on Arya is the one with her mother. Arya deeply loves Catelyn and Catelyn deeply loves her. But even though she spends a chunk of her ASOS arc trying to reunite with her, Arya worries that her mother won’t want her because of her inability to perform in a number of areas her culture tells her are required for women. Readers know it’s not true. It’s just another instance where this patriarchal culture has damaged Arya and her female relationships. It should be pointed out though that, as different as Arya and Catelyn are on the surface, it was probably her mother that influenced Arya’s feminist views. Despite upholding the patriarchal standards, it is Catelyn who says, “A woman can rule as wisely as a man” and provides her children with an example of an assertive and strong woman with a position of power in their home. 

One of the skills Arya shows promise in, swordplay, is associated with masculinity in her culture. What I’ve always found interesting is that despite the fact that this is considered a male only activity, she refers to it as “needlework,” a term associated with a female-only activity. That not only shows how she’s breaking gendered barriers, but also taking the name of an activity that hurts her self-esteem and applying it to one that boosts her confidence.

Here’s another line from her first chapter regarding her views on women:

“The woman is important too!” Arya protested.

This comes after Jon Snow criticizes Joffrey giving Cersei’s sigil equal prominence to her husband’s. Since Jon is her favorite sibling and the sibling who loves her the most, she could easily allow his sexist views to influence her own. Instead, she fervently disagrees with him. That’s impressive given their close relationship and how much older he is than her. It would make sense for him to be the one to shape her views. But she doesn’t let him on that point.

This isn’t the only time Arya shows her admiration for women. For instance, she didn’t find role models in the plethora of male heroes found in Westeros history and lore. Instead, she finds heroines in historical women like Wenda the White Fawn, a famous female outlaw, and Princess Nymeria, a powerful female leader. She also has positive relationships with several other female characters through the course of the novels including Old Nan, Weasel, Lady Smallwood, Brea, Talea, Daena, Merry,  Bethany, the Sailor’s Wife, Yna, Lanna, and Assadora. These female characters all come from different walks of life and have different feminine identities. 

So really, there is no foundation in Arya being a misogynist or having internalized misogyny. She defends women to her beloved brother, admires female idols, and befriends all types of female characters. Not conforming to patriarchal restrictions does not make someone a misogynist or masculine. The suggestion that it does is proof of an extremely sexist world view. Just as there is nothing wrong with women happening to fit the standards set for them, it’s also horribly wrong to criticize women for not changing themselves to fit male expectations.

#356: ‘Throw Out The Birth Plan’ (PART 2)

How Long Will I Love You: Throw Out The Birth Plan (PART 2)- One Shot #356
+past one shots
No visuals/song.
Note: A missing scene from: #254. Another Little Bird 

“We’re not going back to sleep tonight, are we?” Harry padded into the lounge carrying two steaming mugs of coffee in his hands. The boys wouldn’t be up for a couple more hours, and there was no way you’d be getting to sleep at this rate. The sun hadn’t even rose yet, and wouldn’t for a while in this  

You shrugged, with a grin. “I don’t think I could if I tried. Look what I found. I thought Darcy had it, but we must’ve ended up with it when she moved back from university.” You pulled Darcy’s baby blanket up onto your lap. It was faded and fraying, but the slightly crooked stitching of her name in the corner. “Can you believe she used to be that small?” You rubbed the fabric between your fingers. “Can you believe all of our babies used to be that small?”

Harry put his arm around your shoulder and kissed your temple. “We’ve got two grandbabies coming here pretty soon.” He shook his head in slight disbelief.

You dropped your cheek to his shoulder. “Do you think I think I did something wrong, Harry?”

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It didn’t hurt this much at first…”

Felicity rolled her eyes. “Stop squirming. This needle is sharp and your skin is soft. Do you want crooked stitches?” 

“Soft, huh?” Tommy smirked at her over his shoulder. “You think so?” 

She snorted, directing her eyes to the cut on his shoulder. “You want to explain again how this happened?” 

He hummed thoughtfully. “Can I plead the fifth? Is that an option?” 

She merely raised an eyebrow, to which he winced. 

“All right. Okay. So… Oliver called…” 

Sighing, she shook her head. “I should’ve known.” She tied off the last stitch and then wiped the finished product clean and reached for a dressing pad to cover it with. “I thought you said you weren’t going out in the field. Ever. I specifically remember you saying that leather only played into your personal life…” 

“You sound worried about me, Smoak.” He waited until she taped off the dressing and then stood from the chair he’d been sitting backwards on. He shrugged his unbuttoned shirt back onto his shoulder, wincing briefly.

“Not worried. Just…” She tugged her gloves off and tossed them toward the trash can. “I think I have enough reckless men in my life. I don’t need another one.” 

“Is that a deal breaker?” He gazed at her searchingly. “Do I need to hang up the proverbial leathers if I want to be in your life?” 

Felicity peered up at him. “In what capacity are we talking about here…?” 

He reached for her, fingertips grazing her cheek. “I thought I was being pretty obvious. Do I need to be clearer?” 

“It’d be nice.” She turned her face into his hand, letting her cheek settling against his palm. “You could always type up a list of your intentions and email it to me. I promise not to hold your previous dating life against you… Too much.”

He ducked his head as he laughed. “Or we could just cut to the chase now.” His free hand smoothed over her hip and tugged her closer, until they were stomach to stomach. “I can’t promise I won’t get scraped up against in future, but… You’re not going to see me parkouring off cars anytime soon.” 

“No leather?” she asked. 

He leaned down, his nose brushing against hers. “Outside of the bedroom? No.” 

She laughed under her breath and tipped her chin up. “I can work with that.”