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Aslaug knew she had to die

her sons were getting older and the only way they could take the throne was by defeating their father. Aslaug may not have loved Ragnar but she didn’t turn their children against him. (he did that on his own) Aslaug never wanted that so in order for her sons to be able to TAKE the throne it needed to be in someone elses hands.

to insure this she lets herself be killed thus sacrificing herself for her sons future.

she won. Lagertha lost the moment she shot Aslaug. and maybe Lagertha knew it.

Ragnar’s death only delays Lagertha’s but she will get whats coming to her. the seer has said so. a son of Ragnar will kill her. Aslaug wasn’t a shieldmaiden but that doesn’t mean she didn’t fight in battles. she may even have lost battles but she won the war. (against Lagertha)

a secret code between women: are you safe? in a contact of eyes. i’m here if you need me, the littlest shift of a skirt, of an inclined head, of watching the man who is asking you to smile, bitch. you aren’t alone on the walls of restrooms, i was where you are too. the quiet doling of emergency numbers, the shelters. the space between two women in a largely empty train station. the waiting game of two women strangers who walk, quietly and quickly, to their cars in abandoned parking lots, who watch to be sure the other leaves safely. text me you get home safe. the tally marks of drinks on hidden wrists, carefully disguised as other things ever since men picked up on what it meant and used it to target the “weakest link.” 

my father tells me we have nothing to worry about. last night he sent me one of those email chains that say at the top “Safety Tips For The Women In Your Life!!!! Don’t Let Her Die!!” 

me, and the stranger on the train. she is asleep and the man is asking me who i am going home to. i feel tears pricking the sides of my eyes. i am 13 while he towers over me. he reaches out one hand, and while i don’t know how she knows, she speaks up without opening her eyes: “If you touch my daughter, sir, I will murder you.” Whatever he grumbles is lost in history, because this moment I am so grateful for the existence of other people that I cannot breathe.

I am 19 and on my phone when i become aware of a 13 year old girl is smiling nervously at a man who’s saying disgusting things. I grab her arm. “There you are, cindy,” I say, and then look at the man like he is bile. “Do you need something from my sister?” i ask, and i walk away with her. she cries later.

this is the way of things: a silent, secret web. our promise to each other that despite our differences, when it comes to the wire, we become family, instantly. the unspoken promise. i’m here. i’m watching. i’ll witness.

I like Davos talking about Jon Snow like yeah he may be nothing, but hes OUR nothing! we ELECTED this nothing!

Jasper: You guys don't think I'll be alone at 50, right?

Bellamy: Aw, come on man. You're not going to make it to 50.

“We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.”

please raise your children to wash their hands after they use the restroom I’ve watched too many men walk straight out of the bathroom from the stall without a second thought and it’s keeping me up at night

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