The child of the TARDIS.
In a world full of the word yes
I’m here to scream
Have you heard about the Rat Cook? Just a cook in the Night’s Watch. He was angry at the king for something, I can’t remember. When the king was visiting the Nightfort, the cook killed the king’s son, cooked him into a big pie with onions, carrots, mushrooms and bacon. That night, he served the pie to the king. He liked the taste of his son so much, he asked for a second slice.
The gods turned the cook into a giant white rat who could only eat his own young. He’s been roaming the Nightfort even since, devouring his own babies. No matter what he does, he’s always hungry.
#these two women right here #let me tell you about these two #they both believed with all their hearts that knights were chivalrous #that there really was such a thing as honour #that the villains were clearly the villains #and right from wrong was always black and white #but then real life happened #and even though they were disillusioned #and they found out life was nothing like the songs #they didn’t give up and they didn’t give in #they did not become completely demoralized or malevolent #like so many others who are subjected to the game of thrones do #bc the thing is #sansa is still gentle and kind #just now she wears her courtesy as her coat of mail and never reveals her true feelings #bc she learned what happens when you trust and believe #and brienne is still trying to be the honourable knight #but realizes she’s one of the few honest and loyal oath keepers left #and she has seen the horrific deeds other “knights” have done #but now they are no longer the naive girls they once were #and they realize there is no black and white #there is only grey #but they choose to be the good in this corrupt world
i‘m a damsel, i‘m in distress. i can handle this.
He is the fucking best
The feeling you get when everything has been resolved in an episode
and there are still 15 minutes left
or when in PLL you finally are getting some answers but then you realise there are 30 seconds left
I don’t want any Lannister, she wanted to say. I want Willas, I want Highgarden and the puppies and the barge, and sons named Eddard and Bran and Rickon. But then she remembered what Dontos had told her in the godswood. Tyrell or Lannister, it makes no matter, it’s not me they want, only my claim.
reblog if you have a big penis but you dont let that define you
so you know how with shows the first season is always the comparatively happy and carefree and innocent one