mother chief

Our land is more valuable than your money.

It will last forever.

It will not even perish by the flames of fire.

As long as the sun shines and the waters flow, this land will be here to give life to men and animals.

~ Chief Crowfoot, Siksika (1825-1890)

~ Oroville Pow Wow
~ George RedHawk Photo Motion Effects

“I am poor and naked, but I am the chief of the nation. We do not want riches but we do want to train our children right. Riches would do us no good. We could not take them with us to the other world. We do not want riches. We want peace and love.”

– Red Cloud, Maȟpíya Lúta

Teach your children what we have taught our children - that the Earth is our Mother. Whatever befalls the Earth befalls the sons and daughters of the Earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves. This we know. The Earth does not belong to us, we belong to the Earth. This we know. All things are connected like the blood that unites one family. All things are connected. Whatever befalls the Earth befalls the sons and daughters of the Earth. We did not weave the web of life; We are merely a strand in it. Whatever we do to the Web, We do to ourselves.

~ Web Of Life , Chief Seattle 

“ You know, I didn’t think girls in the military would be this into shopping…”

“Are you insinuating that women in the military  are somehow stereotypical, Second Lieutenant?”

“N-no, Chief. That wasn’t what I was saying. I just meant that I didn’t expect either of them to have this much interest in dress shopping…I mean, Rebecca’s closet isn’t that special…”

Roy eyed him, raising an eyebrow. “It’s a ball, Havoc. The biggest one of the year, incidentally. That tends to require something a little out of ordinary daily clothes.”

Havoc sighed heavily, grumbling as he picked a cigarette from his pocket. “Then why did they tell us to meet them at 2 if they were going to take longer? You’re so much more patient that I’ve ever see, Chief.”

“My mother taught me that a lady isn’t late, everyone else is just early. Patience is a virtue, Second Lieutenant.” Roy leant back against the wall, shuffling the bags he was carrying from one arm to the other. “Although, patience needs to hurry up. These bags are heavier than they look.” Havoc chuckled, before peering over to look into them.

“Didn’t take Lieutenant Hawkeye to be a rose gold kind of girl…”

“And why should she not be?”

“I didn’t mean it like that!”

“Well, well…the next Fuhrer of Amestris, spending his day off carrying shopping bags for his subordinate…” The bickering was cut off by the arrival of none other than Edward, himself laden with bags, but wearing a smug smirk. “This would make a good picture for the Amestris Gazette…”

“So just what are you doing here, Fullmetal?” Roy snapped back, nodding towards his full hands. “Have you started shopping in women’s stores now?”

Edward was silent, doing his best to maintain the smug grin, before giving up and storming over to Havoc. “Gimme a space on that wall…Damn Winry, she said she’d only be half an hour.”

“Welcome to the club, Boss.”

“Just about halfway up the wall is the most comfortable spot, but I don’t know if you can reach it.”

“Shut it, Mustang, don’t call me small!”

This was an off-site request I did, but since it’s ridiculous crack, I had to share it here too to prove I don’t always write angsty angsts

”If the white man wants to live in peace with the Indian, he can live in peace…..Treat all men alike. Give them all the same law. Give them all an even chance to live and grow. All men were made by the same Great Spirit Chief. They are all brothers. The Earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it…….Let me be a free man, free to travel, free to stop, free to work, free to trade….where I choose my own teachers, free to follow the religion of my fathers, free to think and talk and act for myself, and I will obey every law, or submit to the penalty.”

-Chief Joseph, Nez Perce

emmawatson: I had the most amazing day in Malawi today. Thank you President Mutharika for being a #HeForShe Impact Champion and for making gender equality a priority in your Government! Thank you to all the traditional leaders who are implementing President Mutharika’s policies - especially Chief Kachindamoto (she’s in the photo with me, she’s formidable and has been nicknamed “The Terminator”!). She gave me such a warm welcome today. She has implemented the annulment of so many child marriages and restored the futures of these girls. With the help and collaboration of her local chiefs, mothers’ groups and religious leaders she has managed to annul almost 1500 child marriages, sending the girls back to school. President Mutharika has committed to make child marriage a thing of the past in Malawi within the next five years. It was amazing to be on the ground with @UNWomen and Chief Kachindamoto to witness their work!

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I am a successful married mother. I am chief resident, I am chief resident of a major metropolitan hospital! I am a surgeon, who saved his life today! And he still doesn’t see me… I may as well still be that high school girl with the mushroom haircut and the coke bottle glasses and the band uniform. The girl who didn’t get to go to homecoming dance cause it didn’t even occur to him to ask me. All those late nights tutoring him, and it didn’t even occur to him to ask?

018 Master Chief - Halo

Halo defined my fandom for about five years after Halo2 came out. I was introduced by my roommate @carolmertz and within months I owned an xbox. Master Chief is a big reason why I fell so hard into Halo. He’s the definition of a “business man.” To the people serving with him, he’s a hero and a role model but if you asked him about his fame, he’d shrug and say it was just his job. He takes no glory for himself because he’s aware that he’s a weapon, built for war by the government the same as a tank or a gun. His armor and rank are his face and his name, while underneath a man named John struggles with emotions for his comerades and his ride-along AI companion Cortana who is so much like his “mother.” 

Chief shows so little of himself in the game dialog, when we do get a peek at him it’s profound and so very interesting. I loved getting to know him more. 

Also check out @company0051 to see where those five years of my life went. 

Sometimes, in order for a rose bush to grow, you’ve got to clip off the dead parts. You have to remove the things that drag it down. Yes, you may get pricked by the thorns while you snip off the dead flower heads. Yes, it may look ugly for a while, all bare and cut-up. But it will grow back much faster when the brittle and broken parts are gone.

You are the same. Cut off the dead parts and remove the things and people who no longer help you. They are only blocking out the light for you to grow.

—  Elissa Berrington (4/5/2015)
Pokarekare Ana: Chapter 1

Originally posted by babycalofficial


A/n: I do not mean to shame anyone and anything in this, please if it is not accurate in anyway talk to me about it! And if you want me to take it down then PLEASE TELL ME! Therefore, just talk to me if you have any problems. Also yes I know, the song as written in 1914 and doesn’t match the time period but hey just go with it! And I recommend you listen to the song X

WARNING: none 

Summary: Calum is a powerful Maori chief who finds love at first sight, but how can Y/n love him when he’s as cold as ice 

“They should have chosen someone else, but then again his whole family is half breeds,” one person snickered to person next to them. The whole tribe has gathered in honor of Calum, since he was being crowned the chief. Calum’s mother, daughter of the chief, had fallen in love with one of the British men that were accompanying the area, and not long after they met, they had Calum and his sister. Calum and his sister had beautiful brown skin that would shine in the New Zealand sun, however his stiffness would show, which was given to him from his father. Therefore Calum faced a harsh rejection from others as he had white blood coursing through his veins. Growing up, Calum was always trying to prove he was a true Maori. Which caused him to be stronger and tougher and exceeded in many skills therefore he sat before everyone high and proud among them. His mother and sister watched with proud eyes, as they saw Calum become a strong man .  As the cemory was coming to an end, Calum then stood before the tribe with his head held high, and a slight smile on his face.

Over time Calum had become an influential chief. He attended the discussions among the people and listened to their words carefully, only commenting a few times. With the words he was given he made improvements among the village. As the village was improving, many of the comments about Calum’s race subsided but still remained.

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It wasn’t uncommon for you to be singing or playing some little tune. You had always found music to be your true love ever since you heard a little bird sing. You stood in front a large group of people in the wide outdoors, and began to sing.  

Pōkarekare ana, ngā wai o Waiapu

Whiti atu koe hine, marino ana e.

E hine e, hoki mai ra
Ka mate ahau i te aroha e.

Tuhituhi taku reta, tuku atu taku rīngi
Kia kite tō iwi, raru raru ana e.

The words seemed to flow out of your mouth, as you felt whole.

Calum was strolling through the village as he was attending a visit that had been postpone. He was there strictly for trade and was followed by his advisors which included his mother. However Calum quickly stopped in his tracks as he heard your sweet voice, his big brown eyes seemed to soften the sight of you. His heart began to beat a little faster, and his breathing shallowed. His mother was quick to notice to what her son was feeling as she had seen his father do the same thing when they were young. “I think you found a love,” she claimed to him with a slight giggle. Calum quickly shook his head violently to get out of his thoughts, “I don’t know what you are talking about,” he was quick to dismissed the accusations.  “Oh Calum, my strong boy, you don’t have to hide your feeling from your mother.” She grabbed onto his arm as he walked away but he shook her off. “Mother, leave me be!”

His mother frowned and looked back at you, you still sang with a sweet voice and clearly her son had feelings. She stood there listening you till you had finished. You smiled as everyone clapped, only to quickly walk away from the conversation that was beginning. Being the bold character she was she went straight up to you, “I would like for you to marry my son.” You were shocked, as you had never seen this woman before and you were close with everyone in your village. “What?” She swallowed before repeating herself. 

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“My son is a proud chief!” Calum’s mother yelled as she was sat down with your parents. The maori believed in large discussions with the whole village, but this was an affair your family wanted to stay private.

“Your son is a half breed! Why would I want my daughter subjected to something of that nonsense!” Your father shouted back. His mother has flared her nose and clenched her fists.  “My daughter deserved a true Maori man, pure blooded,” you could tell Calum’s mother was getting angry at the words your father was saying.

“My son is a wise and powerful man that clearly better than you!” She sat down and took a deep breath.“However he is deeply loves your daughter just from the sight of her, therefore I will not leave here without her. I am willing to offer something in exchange.” Suddenly, your father’s ear practically twitched at her words. “What are you offering?” He sat back as Calum’s mother began to notigate. “Well, these white men happen to give us some muskets, I’m sure we wouldn’t mind trading your daughter’s hand in marriage in exchange for a musket or two.” Your father gnawed on his lip as he had hard decision. You looked at him with begging eyes, you didn’t want to be given away to some random man that happen to see you. You wanted to stay right where you were, and nothing more. However, as you studied your father’s face, you saw that he was leading more towards the muskets.

“Please father,” you grabbed onto his arm and beg him. “Y/n, you are in no place to say a word.” Your father quickly scolded. You backed down from him and just wished and prayed that he would see that couldn’t just send his daughter away to some village. “Deal,” he declared and extended his hand towards Calum’s mother. Calum’s mother quickly saw how your state, she felt bad that she was taking you away from your home and how your father sold you off for some firearms. However in the mist, she remembered how Calum looked when she saw him look at you. Calum had lovers  in the past, but she always took notice that he looked bored with him. Nothing ever seemed to last with Calum, and everyone was awaiting for Calum to marry. It was rare for a chief to not be married to multiple women, let alone to not be married at all. Seconds seemed to past, as your father was awaiting her hand. She finally shook his hand, “Deal.”

You buried your face in your hands as you realized your true fate. A sob seemed to be let out and you quickly looked to your mother, your eyes were pleading her to do something. “Please mama, do something!” She held her head up high and didn’t even look at you. She knew that if she looked it would just be harder for her. “Y/n gather your things!” Your father commanded, you sat there a moment more as sobs just escaped your mouth. “Y/n now! You have a husband to meet!” Your father smirked at the deal he had made. 

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“Calum  I have a surprise for you!” His mother beamed as she had a  gentle grip on your arm. “What is it no-“ he stopped in the middle of his sentence as he caught sight of you. You looked even more beautful to him up close. “You are to marry this girl!” Calum felt joy, but soon he covered that up with his cold nature. His stood with a straight back and puffed out his chest. “What is the meaning of this?” His voice sounded harsh as his advisors were already preparing to leave. “Calum you need a wife and clearly this is the only girl you have feelings for!” Calum’s cheeks burned a deep red at his mother’s words as he took a deep breath. He quickly turned around and ignored you. “Don’t worry about him,” his mother told you as you just wished you were not where you were. The tears had stopped as soon as you left your home and at this point you had wished your were dead. You could tell his mother was trying to help you adjust to what was being done but you were too overwhelmed.

You watched Calum as you headed back to his own village. You had admired his creamy brown skin as your eyes trailed down his toned chest. He had little tattoos compared to the traditional men you were use to. He met eyes with you briefly, but he quickly looked away.

Not long afterward, you had arrived at his village you began to receive stares from the commoners. The stares were long and intense, as outsiders were not to be apart of the tribe. The tribe was a family, they felt their land was entitled to them and felt threaten when an outsider was brought. “Don’t worry about them,” Calum’s mother was quick to take notice to the stares you were receiving and quickly reassured you. You gave her a gentle smile, as you continue towards what you believed was Calum’s home.

As you walked towards through the village, once a large pack of advisors quickly filed down and as each one were leaving to their wives, placing gentle kisses to their lips. However, Calum remind stiff and cold towards you. You were confused considering his mother had boasted how much he was in love with you. But he clearly didn’t.

Calum’s home was towards the edge, as you saw a small hut that was large porch. You entered the home soon after Calum and took notice to all the cravings that decorated the home. Your eyes seemed to scan the small hut and saw how he did manage to have a large bed. A bed that from what you could tell was stuffed with birds fathers and had a blanket that was some sort of animal fur. Calum had his back to you, as he hadn’t spoken a word to you.

Deep down inside, Calum’s stomach was doing flips. However, he wanted to keep his cold structure since it made him appear tough. “You can do what you want, I don’t care.” He simply said, no emotion in his voice whatsoever. You bit your lip in order to hold back your tongue, “You don’t even know my name and yet I’m to marry you.” Calum took a step closer to you, “My mother wants me to marry you, I never asked for this. Now I have to leave for a discussion I have to attend,” he stepped closer to the door before quickly turning around. “You may attend if you want.” With that he left, you looked around the empty hut and realized you had no friends here and how lonely you were. You closed your eyes just to make sire everything was real. “I guess I’ll go.”

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“Our chief, my son is to be married within 2 days!” Calum’s mother declared to the whole tribe. Everyone gasped as he wasn’t in a relationship or anything. You sat close to Calum and whom you assumed was his sister. “To who?!” Everyone shouted. She took a deep breath, preparing herself for what she was going to say. “To this lovely girl named Y/n.” She pointed to you and you tucked yourself into a tight ball. “Her! She isn’t even apart of family! We have a white chief and now an outsider in our village! What have we come to!” People were shouting. It was an outcry, for Calum tho marry an outsider. He was suppose to marry within the village, but that changed. “Everyone! Everyone! Please settle down!” His mother commanded the large crowd, the crowd slowly died down. “This will be tighten our relations with her village which will benefit us when we need to defend ourselves against the English!” More uproars were heard. “We can defend ourselves! We are not weak!” Again, she settled down the crowd, “This is true but we will need all we can get when the English storm through and raid our villages! We are strong but we cannot match the English!” It had seemed as though there were no disagreement was heard as everyone seemed to agree with her.

“Calum and Y/n please stand,” she said to the both of you as you stand before the crowd. Feeling all those eyes on you made you want to run. Having eyes on you wasn’t a problem considering you sang all the time but standing in front a crowd that was not welcoming to you made you feel uncomfortable. “These fine two people will join together in a perfect harmony!” You gave off a weak smile as Calum kept a straight face. You were marrying into a fake marriage between a man that didn’t love you. 

MASTERLIST

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The notebook of Nehemiah Wallington detailing the confession of accused “Witch” Rebecca West in 1645 by the self appointed “Witchfinder General” Matthew Hopkins.

Suspicion had fallen on villager Elizabeth Clarke and Hopkins was appointed to question her in March 1645. She was examined for ‘devil’s marks’ like warts or moles.  Under torture she broke down and named several other women including Anne West and her daughter Rebecca. They were already being blamed for the deaths of two children.   All but Rebecca were found guilty, and a total of 19 women – including Clarke – were hanged. 

When she came to the house of meeting there were five Witches more; the two chiefs were Mother Benefield and Mother Goodwin: this Mother Goodwin pulled out a Booke, and after their manner they prayed out of it, and presently their severall Impes appeared in severall shapes: fix whereof appeared in the shapes of Kitnens about a weeke old in Mother Benefield’s lap, and after she had kissed them, she said unto Rebecca that those were all her children which she had by as handsome a man as any was in England.

Griffin’s Anatomy

I have been watching way too much Grey’s Anatomy lately.  Dedicated to rumaan, per our earlier discussion.  (And yeah, there’s totally going to be more.)


Clarke’s head was swimming and she signaled the bartender for another shot.  A hangover on her first day as an intern was probably a terrible idea, but the other option was staying sober all night and she really couldn’t handle that, so hangover it was.  Orientation had been bad enough–all the attendings were stuck in surgeries all day so she hadn’t met any of them while the other interns whispered furiously after she introduced herself.  Griffin?  Like, Abby Griffin? Is she related to the Abby Griffin?  I wonder how hard it is to get an internship when your mother is the chief of surgery?  I bet her mommy got her this job.

She cursed Wells for refusing her simple request.  I am not marrying you so you can take my last name, Clarke.  That’s gross.  It’d be like marrying my sister.  Her protestations that their current status as former step-siblings meant there was no legal barrier to their union were for naught.  End of discussion, Clarke.  You can live in my spare bedroom but there’s no way I’m marrying you to make your life easier at work.

She tossed back her second shot as someone sat down next to her and ordered a double whiskey.  “Bad day?” a low voice rumbled.

Clarke glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.  Artfully rumpled dark hair, a strong jaw, and freckles that made her long-dormant artistic side itch to paint.  “You could say that,” she said and turned towards him with a smile.  He looked like the type who knew how to fuck a woman against a wall and that was what she was in the mood for–hot, anonymous, make-you-forget-your-mother-is-about-to-be-your-boss sex.  “You?”

“You could say that,” he echoed with a similar smile.  His dark eyes dragged up and down her body.  Bingo, she thought.  “Want to talk about it?” he asked.

“Not really.  You?”

“Not really.”  He downed his whiskey in one gulp and signaled to the bartender.  “Can I buy you another?” Clarke grinned and ordered an old fashioned and they started talking.

In retrospect, it was amazing how well they got to know each other without mentioning specifics.  Bellamy (she got his name on during their second round and it rang a bell in the back of her fuzzy mind but she couldn’t figure out why) had a little sister that he’d practically raised and a demanding boss.  I respect her but I don’t particularly like her, he explained.  He seemed to understand why she’d chosen a job (not what job, never that–they carefully stayed away from identifying details beyond first names) in her hometown, even if it meant working for her mother.  We get along but I always feel like I’m disappointing her by not being better, Clarke admitted and Bellamy nudged her playfully with his knee.  I doubt you’re much of a disappointment to anyone, he said with a smile.  He covered her drinks (even the ones she’d had before he got there) and stood to go like a perfect gentleman.

It took Clarke catching his hand and tangling their fingers together to get him to stop acting like he was just going to leave, and even after she suggested leaving together he waited for her to drag him down for a kiss.  “Your place or mine?” he muttered against her lips on the sidewalk.

“I have my ex-step-brother for a roommate.”

“Mine it is,” Bellamy replied and waved his hand for a cab.

Clarke had pegged Bellamy for an against-the-wall or bent-over-a-table sort of fuck, but she was pleasantly surprised to find he was actually a slowly-undress-you-and-gently-fuck-you-until-you-scream sort of man.  It was intense in a way she didn’t think drunk anonymous sex could ever be, but she wasn’t complaining.  Bellamy was even a cuddler, pulling her back against his chest and nuzzling at the nape of her neck.

She waited until his breathing evened out to slide out from under his arm.  An absolutely ridiculous part of her wanted to stay, but her mother would kill her if she showed up to her first day hungover and wearing yesterday’s clothes.

“Where’re you going?” Bellamy mumbled sleepily as she buttoned her shirt.  

“I have to work tomorrow.”

“So do I.  Come back to bed.”  He lifted his arm and for a split second, she actually considered it, but the thought of her mother’s wrath stopped her.  

“I can’t.”  She grabbed his phone and punched in her number, leaving her name as Clarke From the Bar (phone numbers were sort of against the rules of anonymous bar sex, but what the hell), kissed him one last time and let herself out.

The next morning she crawled out of bed and dragged herself into the shower, not quite regretting her decision the night before.  She wondered if he’d call her sometime.  Maybe I’ll even tell him my last name.  She accepted a travel mug of coffee from Wells as she ran out the door, still pondering the mystery that was Bellamy From the Bar.

Her bubble of happiness popped as she walked into the locker room of Arcadia South Hospital, commonly known as The Ark.  The other interns were already there, whispering to each other about the attendings.  “I just hope I don’t get Blake.  I hear people call him Caesar because he makes you want to stab him,” one (Murphy, she thought, although she wasn’t sure if that was a first or last name) said loudly just as the chief resident walked in and started barking out assignments.

“Griffin, Monroe, Murphy.  You three are with Blake and he’s up on level five.  Get moving,” Anya ordered and they scrambled to obey. Monroe looked utterly terrified as they walked down the hallway of level five toward the pediatric wing.

A familiar mop of dark, curly hair caught Clarke’s eye first.  No.  No.  No.  But those shoulders under his white coat were absolutely unmistakable.  Oh god, please.  No.  He turned, scowling at a clipboard.  “You must be my interns,” he said without looking up.  “And what do you know, we’re in the presence of Ark royalty.  Looks like we have a Griffin with us.” He stopped reading his clipboard and went momentarily pale.  His eyes snapped up to hers, mirroring her fear.  “Clarke Griffin, daughter of the famous Abby Griffin,” he managed, his voice a little uneven.  His face went back to the mask of a stern attending and Clarke glanced at Murphy and Monroe.  Monroe seemed awed by Clarke and didn’t appear to have noticed Bellamy’s hesitation.  But Murphy?  He definitely noticed.

Worst.

First.

Day.

Ever.

We are part of Creation, thus, if we break the laws of Creation we destroy ourselves. We, the Original Caretakers of Mother Earth, have no choice but to follow and uphold the Original Instructions, which sustains the continuity of Life. We recognize our umbilical connection to Mother Earth and understand that she is the source of life, not a resource to be exploited. We speak on behalf of all Creation today, to communicate an urgent message that man has gone too far, placing us in the state of survival. We warned that one day you would not be able to control what you have created. That day is here. Not heeding warnings from both Nature and the People of the Earth keeps us on the path of self destruction. This self destructive path has led to the Fukushima nuclear crisis, Gulf oil spill, tar sands devastation, pipeline failures, impacts of carbon dioxide emissions and the destruction of ground water through hydraulic fracking, just to name a few. In addition, these activities and development continue to cause the deterioration and destruction of sacred places and sacred waters that are vital for Life. – Chief Looking Horse (source)

with the resurgence of the sausage rap: nhl edition post i’d just like to say that if you reblog, like, or even find it funny, please take 1000 steps back and reevaluate. 

the post is racist and xenophobic, and i actually cannot believe that a real person actually sat down, thought that up, typed it out, and posted it on tumblr.com. 

#1: the n word is racist. context does not matter, it is a slur. and referring to a black player with a slur is not funny, even if there was no malice behind it. x 

#2: ovi is russian. english is not his first language, and because of that he doesn’t speak it as well as someone who grew up with it. he learned an entirely different language and you want to laugh at him. old ass xenophobic digs at people who don’t speak english very well are disgusting.

#3: last time i checked carey price is not white. his mother is the former chief of the ulkatcho first nation. the erasure of someone’s race (someone that is not white!!) is unacceptable, especially for the purpose of making a worn out joke.

the post may be “old”, but it’s age does not make it any less abhorrent and vile. and whether or not the op thought it was “funny” or posted it with malicious intent, it’s ignorant. 

don’t reblog it. don’t like it. bostonforevah delete it.