The official SU page on Facebook posted a clip from the episode with this description and, I dunno, I just really like that they did that


“Don’t worry! It’s all part of my master plan.”

“Yes, because crashing into a bunch of asteroids and then nose diving into some random, barren planet was a brilliant idea. Way to go genius.”

*whispers* Divine Victoria reads smutty literature in bed when she’s had a long day pass it on

A little watercolour Hermione in the Gryffindor girls’ dorm. I know some people just don’t click, but it must’ve been pretty lonely for Hermowninny.


When Jon had been very young, too young to understand what it meant to be a bastard, he used to dream that one day Winterfell might be his. Later, when he was older, he had been ashamed of those dreams. Winterfell would go to Robb and then his sons, or to Bran or Rickon should Robb die childless. And after them came Sansa and Arya. Even to dream otherwise seemed disloyal, as if he were betraying them in his heart, wishing for their deaths. I never wanted this, he thought as he stood before the blue-eyed king and the red woman. I loved Robb, loved all of them… I never wanted any harm to come to any of them, but it did. And now there’s only me. All he had to do was say the word, and he would be Jon Stark, and never more a Snow. All he had to do was pledge this king his fealty, and Winterfell was his. All he had to do…

… was forswear his vows again.


There was something puzzling yet enchanting about admiring him from afar. He made people feel like they knew him, but still kept parts of him to himself. Sometimes, if you got lucky, he would strip himself of his being and parade himself completely to those he cared about the most, almost as if he was reserving those little parts of himself to thank them for being in his life. And of course, they all accepted it because he was a gem and knowing even the smallest detail about his day was something to treasure deeply.

Every single day for the past four years, I observed him closely and watched his every move the best that I could. I had been led to believe that he was perfect, but I also knew that was impossible, so I kept my eyes open to his flaws and neither held them against him nor did I brush them off. But mistakes were rather seldom when it came to him because he carried himself well, and although my heart ached at the thought of him, I also wished he would somehow mess up just to prove to me he was just as human as I was and everyone else.

There was something dangerous in falling in love with someone you know vaguely. No matter how much I wanted to love him completely for who he was, because I only saw parts of him, that was what I fell in love with. I didn’t want to admit it, but there was a tugging bit at the back of my head that sometimes told me I fell in love with the idea of him instead of him as a person. It was absurd to think about, because I was rightfully convinced that I knew him and I could read and understand him better than he could do so himself, but that was what my thoughts fed me.

I knew my intentions were genuine because I never demanded anything from him in return. All I wanted was to absorb every fiber of his being, may it be that he let me or not, and that he continue to be himself.

So now, four years later, I am still here hurting at the thought of him. It was ridiculous, wasn’t it, how someone who is your main source of happiness can have so much control over you that they can also make you feel sadness and pain with their mere existence.

But then it always goes back to one thought, and then everything would be okay again. I was just glad to know that someone like him existed in this world that never really deserved his presence in the first place.



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Can I ask ‘8’ with 'earphones’ for the color palette challenge? I’m curious what will you come up with ;)

That’s me trying to convey an idea in a fairly quick way (─‿‿─)

warm and soft like a fireplace….a heith….


The Hobbit in Gifs: Bard & Family

Are we going to die, da? No, darling.