true knights

Sandor before talking with Sansa after the Hand’s Tourney:  

‘“Come, you’re not the only one needs sleep. I’ve drunk too much, and I may need to kill my brother tomorrow.” He laughed again.’ Sansa II AGOT

Then we have the Sandor-Sansa-conversation on Gregor, burning and true knights, where Sansa tells him Gregor wasn’t a true knight, and therefore validates both his pain and Sandor’s childhood beliefs on what a knight was supposed to be, and shows him compassion.

And then Sandor the day after talking about Gregor and knights with Sansa:

‘Thrice Ned saw Ser Gregor aim savage blows against the hound’s-head helmet, yet not once did Sandor send a cut at his brother’s unprotected face.’  Eddard VII AGOT

Pretty much a complete turnaround. And yes, Sandor and Sansa had discussions about the value and existence of true knights up until the Blackwater, but this is the first day after that first conversation, and I think it’s huge that Sandor tries to save another innocent person from his own tormentor. Even if they’d fought each other in the training yard at Casterly Rock, that wouldn’t have been personal the way this is, Sandor stopping his brother from hurting someone else. Sansa showed him that Gregor definitely is a monster, and that knowledge gives Sandor the power to stand up to Gregor.  

(Also, how did Sandor sleep that night? Did he even sleep at all? Or slept quite well after that pretty significant conversation?)


James Holmes talking about how the shootings were supposed to increase his self worth during an interview.

James Holmes entered the Century 16 movie theater in Aurora, Colorado on the 20th of July, 2012 and opened fire. Twelve people were killed and 70 others got injured.
He was sentenced to 12 life sentences plus 3,318 years without parole.


“Let me help you, Lena. Let me find you a place to hide.”

“You know my brother- the mad and bloody king- and what he has done. The atrocities the entire royal family, my family, has committed. I do not deserve your help.”

“Everyone deserves help, princess.”

“Spoken like a true knight. But you are not my knight.”

“…I could be.”


Born in Aberdeen, New South Wales, Australia, Katherine Knight had a turbulent upbringing. Her father was an alcoholic who frequently beat and raped her mother. Katherine was sexually abused by several members of her family (not her father) until the age of 11.

As she grew up, she became extremely violent. She would often be spotted fighting other kids in the playground with her twin sister. Over the course of thirty years, she had four children by three different men. “Stir her up he wrong way or do the wrong thing and you’re fucked, don’t ever think of playing up on her, she’ll fuckin’ kill you,” warned her mother to her first husband. On on occasion, she slit the throat of a puppy in front of her stunned husband and on another, tried to kill her newborn by placing her on train tracks. During her first marriage, she almost killed her husband after setting his clothing on fire and bludgeoning him across the head with a frying pan. Her second husband received a punishment just as grim when Katherine stabbed him with scissors.

Katherine met John Price, a father of three, in 1993, and struck up a relationship. Katherine, who now worked in an abattoir slaughtering animals, soon moved in with him and two of his children despite the fact that she was violent and cruel. After an argument over his refusal to marry her, Katherine sent his boss a videotape of him stealing out of date supplies from the bin at work. After 17 years working in the mines, he was fired. News soon wended around the town that Katherine was the one who got him fired; he kicked her out of his house. The violent relationship came to a calamitous end in February of 2000. 

The final straw was when Katherine stabbed him. John filed a restraining order against Katherine and on the 29th of February, he told his colleagues if he didn’t return to work the following morning then Katherine has killed him. That evening, Katherine stabbed John over 37 times. She then skinned him and grimly hung the skin from a hook in the living room. Katherine then dismembered John and sliced off flesh from the dismembered body. She took the flesh to the kitchen and cooked it in a stew with some gravy and vegetables. She boiled his head in the stove. She set the table for two and awaited his children returning home. She planned on serving them their own father. 

Thankfully, police arrived at the scene before John’s children. She was sentenced to life imprisonment without parole.


This has been on my desktop for a month now because i’ve lost interest in it (aka something about it is bugging me and i don’t know how to fix it and i don’t want to redraw it, lol). So i might as well just share it.

I’ve kept it around this long because Arkham Knight Scarecrow on a unicorn floaty is the best thing i have ever drawn, haha!


♕He’s no true knight. But he saved me all the same. ♡


James Holmes about regretting not getting admitted to a mental hospital.

James Holmes entered the Century 16 movie theater in Aurora, Colorado on the 20th of July, 2012 and opened fire. Twelve people were killed and 70 others got injured.
He was sentenced to 12 life sentences plus 3,318 years without parole. 

The Dragon and His Knight

“C’mon, Teddy, it’s time to sleep,” Harry said for about the millionth time that night.

“No! I don’t want to sleep. I want to see Draco,” Teddy responded stubbornly. The four year old crossed his arms and scowled at his godfather.

Harry sighed a long suffering sigh. “Teddy, I’m sure Draco is busy grading papers. We don’t want to interrupt him.”

“Yes we do!” Teddy said.

For the past two hours, Harry had been trying to get the little menace to go to bed, but Teddy kept insisting that he wouldn’t comply until he got to visit his cousin, Draco. Harry was reluctant to bring Teddy to Professor Malfoy’s rooming quarters for more than one reason. The first reason being that, like he said, he was sure Draco would be grading papers and would get ornery if someone interrupted his work. The second reason was that Harry had no idea where he stood with Draco after what happened yesterday. Harry hoped that he hadn’t completely ruined his and Draco’s friendship by kissing him, especially since that friendship meant so much to him.

“Please, Harry,” Teddy begged.

Harry weighed his options. On the one hand, he could refuse to bring Teddy to visit Draco, which would mean Harry would get about four hours of sleep, and probably fall asleep in the middle of a Defense Against the Dark Arts lecture tomorrow. On the other hand, if he did bring Teddy to visit Draco, he would have to see Draco, and talk to Draco, and try to hide the fact that he was incredibly, stupidly in love with Draco.

But then Teddy made the choice for Harry by screaming at the top of his lungs, “I won’t go to sleep until we see Draco!”

“Shh, Teddy,” Harry said. He hurriedly covered Teddy’s mouth with his hand. Harry was really not in the mood to get reprimanded by McGonagall for waking up the entire school. “We’ll go see Draco, okay? But we’re going to be very quiet, and we’re only going to stay for a little bit.”

“Yay!” Teddy said when Harry removed his hand. His hair changed from an angry red into a bright turquoise.

Harry led Teddy through the empty, dark halls of Hogwarts, holding him by the hand to prevent the child from sprinting ahead. When they reached the door to Draco’s room in the dungeons, Teddy said excitedly, “I’ll hide behind you, so I can surprise him!” Harry smiled at Teddy’s enthusiasm, even though he was still quite irritated with the boy.

Harry took a deep breath and then knocked on Draco’s door. He heard a muffled “fuck” on the other side of the door.

“What do you want?” Draco’s sharp voice sounded from inside.

Harry didn’t say anything, as he was afraid Draco wouldn’t open the door if he knew who it was, so he knocked again.

“For Merlin’s sake,” Draco said irritably, and the door to his quarters swung open reveal a flustered, pajama-cladden Draco. “Harry,” Draco said. He looked- and sounded -just as surprised to see Harry as Harry was to see him. Well, Harry wasn’t exactly surprised to see Draco, but he was surprised to see the state that Draco was in. His normally groomed-to-perfection blond hair was all ruffled and messed up, sticking out at awkward angles. Draco’s pajamas consisted of a white cotton t-shirt that was just tight enough to show off his lean, muscled frame, and pants with a small pattern on them that suspiciously resembled Harry’s glasses and scar. Frankly, Draco was adorable and sexy at the same time, and the sight was nearly enough to make Harry swoon.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Potter?” Draco asked, pulling Harry out of a fantasy in which he was running his fingers through Draco’s tousled hair.

“Language,” Harry replied, remembering that Teddy was also there.

“Language? Are you serious, Potter? I’ve heard you say much worse. And by the way, you didn’t answer my ques-”
Draco was cut off by Teddy abruptly jumping out from behind Harry and shouting, “Surprise!” The little boy ran towards Draco and hugged his legs. His hair was now the same platinum color of Draco’s.

“Teddy,” Draco said, shocked. He looked from Teddy to Harry, confusion in his eyes.

“Andromeda made last minute plans to go on a date and asked me to take Teddy for the night,” Harry explained, looking down at his feet to avoid eye contact. “Anyways, Teddy refused to go to bed unless he got to visit you.”

“Andromeda is dating?”

Harry laughed. That was not the question he was expecting. “I suppose so.”

“Who?” Draco asked.

“Er, I don’t know. She’s your aunt, after all. Shouldn’t you know who she’s dating?”

Draco shrugged. He smiled down at Teddy and bent down to pick him up. And, no, Harry definitely did not look at Draco’s arse when he bent down. He did not. And he certainly did not wish he could touch Draco’s arse. And when Draco lifted Teddy to rest at his hip, Harry was not admiring Draco’s arm muscles. And if he was, it was completely innocent. There was no way Harry was imagining Draco’s arms pinning Harry to a bed.

“I’m glad you came to visit me,” Draco said to Teddy with a smile.

“Me too,” Teddy said. “I wish I could live at Hogwarts and be with you and Harry all the time.”

Draco chuckled. “That would be an adventure.”

Harry was beginning to feel awkward so he said to Teddy, “Well, now that you’ve seen Draco, are you ready to go to bed?”

“No!” Teddy replied instantly, clinging to Draco. “Draco has to tell me a story first. He tells the best stories.”

Harry looked to Draco, who just grinned with a shrug. “It’s true,” Draco said. “Uh, you can come inside if you want.”

Harry’s heart immediately started being faster at the thought of being in Draco’s room. “Sure,” Harry said, careful not to sound too eager.

Draco moved to the side to let Harry in and then shut the door. Harry surveyed the room in awe. The far wall was completely made of glass, and on the other side of the glass was the green-tinted water of the Black Lake. There wasn’t much to look at, just some seaweed and and fish, but it was beautiful anyway. Teddy ran over to look out at the lake as Harry turned his attention to the furniture in the room. Draco’s bed was near the glass wall, and so were his wardrobe and trunk. More in the middle of the room was a fireplace, a sofa, and two armchairs. Harry jealously wondered who Draco invited over to sit in those armchairs. The part of the room that Harry was standing in seemed to be Draco’s personal potions lab. There was a desk covered in papers, and a long table with a cauldron and many potions ingredients on it.

“What do you think?” Draco suddenly asked. Somehow he had ended up standing right next to Harry.

Harry shivered at the close proximity and answered honestly, “It’s nice.”

Draco seemed pleased. He smiled and even blushed a little. “Thanks. Guess I should give Teddy that story now.”

Harry nodded. He watched Draco walk over to Teddy and silently admired the elegance in Draco’s movements.

Five minutes later, Harry and Draco were settled in the armchairs and Teddy was nestled between a thick layer of blankets and the soft cushions of Draco’s sofa. Draco was deep in a story about a beautiful silver dragon that was being hunted down by the people in a nearby kingdom, because the dragon was thought to be dangerous.

“The people had no way of knowing that the dragon was really a handsome prince that had been cursed to be a dragon until he met his true love,” Draco was saying. Teddy looked at his cousin with reverence, hanging onto his every word. Draco didn’t notice that Harry was doing the same. “So the king chose one of his knights, the most brave and noble one, to go find the dragon and slay it.”

Teddy gasped. “No,” he whispered.

“The knight did as he was told and left for the mountains, where the Dragon was hiding.”

“Did he kill the dragon?” Teddy asked impatiently.

“Well, when he found the dragon, it was asleep. The knight was ready to kill it, he had his sword posed to strike, but then the dragon opened its eyes. And guess what happened when the knight looked into the dragon’s eyes?”

“The dragon turned back into a prince,” Harry answered automatically.

Draco looked at Harry amusedly. “I was asking Teddy.”

“Oh, of course.”

“Anyway,” Draco continued. “The dragon was suddenly enveloped in a magical, blinding light. When the light was gone, the knight was astonished to find that there was no more dragon. Instead, there was a man. It was the prince, but he didn’t have a crown, or any fancy robes, so the knight thought he was just a commoner. Since the knight was noble, he helped the prince nonetheless and promised to take him to the kingdom. As the two traveled to the kingdom, they became very close and began to fall in love. It wasn’t until they arrived at the kingdom that the prince revealed the truth about himself and the curse that could only be broken by true love. The knight and the prince got married the next day and lived happily ever after.” Draco was whispering by the end of the story, because Teddy had begun to fall asleep.

Harry smiled at Draco. He liked the story, and he especially liked the dragon. Draco saw Harry’s smile and he returned it before getting up and gesturing for Harry to follow him. Draco led Harry to his office, which was connected to his room by a short passageway.

“Thanks for telling Teddy that story,” Harry said once the two of them had made themselves comfortable in the office- Draco in his leather chair, and Harry sitting on Draco’s desk with his legs hanging off the edge.

“No problem. I can keep him for the rest of the night if you want,” Draco offered.

“You don’t have-”

“No, it’s fine. I want to.”

“Okay,” Harry agreed.

There was a beat of silence.

“I feel li-”

“I like your pajama pants,” Harry said, cutting off Draco, because he wasn’t ready for rejection yet.

Draco’s face went pink. “They were a gift,” he disclosed.

“Right,” Harry said. He smirked and Draco’s blush increased.

“Pansy thinks she’s bloody hilarious,” Draco muttered irritably.

“Kudos to Pansy for selecting such a great gift.”

Draco rolled his eyes.

More silence.

“We need to talk,” Draco said.

Harry exhaled deeply. No more pretending then. “I know.”

“You kissed me. Why?”

Tell him it was a mistake, tell him you didn’t mean it, tell him you want to forget it ever happened, screamed a voice in Harry’s head. But Harry was tired of lying to Draco, and to himself. He summoned all of his Gryffindor courage and confessed, “Because I like you. I really, really like you, and I’ve wanted to kiss you everyday for almost a year now. And yesterday I just couldn’t stop myself. You were standing there, rambling about your new potion, and you were so excited and passionate and I felt like my heart was exploding.”

Draco stared at Harry like his whole world had been turned upside down.

The next morning…

When Andromeda came by Hogwarts to pick up her grandson and found Harry’s room empty, she knew the next logical place to look was Draco’s room. But when she arrived at Draco’s room, what happened next was not at all logical. Because little Teddy was the one to greet her at the door.

“Where are Draco and Harry, sweetheart?” she asked the small boy.

“In bed,” Teddy answered like it was obvious.

Andromeda’s heart nearly stopped. If Draco and Harry had finally gotten together, she was thrilled, but she was appalled to think that the two of them would be doing things while Teddy was in the room.

She stalked over to Draco’s bed and was relieved to find that Draco and Harry were fully clothed. Draco was leaning against the headboard as he slept, and Harry’s head rested peacefully in his lap. A book entitled The Dragon and His Knight lie on the bedside table.

“Are Draco and Harry true loves?” Teddy asked his grandmother.

Andromeda smiled. “I think so.”
“Are they gonna live happily forever after?”

“Of course they are. That’s what true loves do, isn’t it?”

While Katherine Knight was 45 years old when she committed murder, there had been a long history of serious warning signs that were consistent throughout her life. 

From childhood she would bully children in her school, and was able to change her behaviour at the drop of the hat in order to fool teachers into believing she was a well mannered child. Her first romantic relationship, and all her subsequent relationships, was viciously physically abusive. Her first husband was tormented and subjected to brutal assaults. On their wedding night she attempted to strangle him, on another occasion she burned all of his clothes, and there was also an incident where she struck him over the head with a large frying pan, causing massive skull fractures that required emergency medical attention. Again she used her charm to get out of any form of trouble with the authorities, convincing her husband repeatedly to drop charges against her. 

It was during her first marriage that she was also detained in psychiatric institutions on more than one occasion. The first incident that prompted her detention was an episode of ‘post-natal depression’ that led her to violently throw the pram with her newborn in it from side to side. She spent several weeks in hospital and on her release she left her baby deliberately on the train tracks when a train was due, stole an axe, went into town and started to threaten to kill members of the public. Thankfully her infant daughter was discovered on the train line before she could be harmed, and once again Katherine was detained in hospital. Her final period of institutionalisation was immediately after she was discharged, as she left the hospital, slashed a woman’s face with a knife and held a young boy hostage in a service station. 

While all of her relationships were marked with her extreme temperament and propensity for violence, her final partner John Price would experience the worst of it. The whole relationship had been abusive, with him leaving Knight after she stabbed him in the chest. He put a restraining order out against her, but warned his coworkers if he went missing chances were he was murdered by Knight. 

Whenever Price didn’t leave for work the day after the restraining order was issued, his neighbours grew concerned and inspected the home, on seeing blood stains through the window they called the police. Police entered Price’s home to find his dead body and an unconscious Knight, lying next to him having overdosed on medication. She had stabbed Price while he was sleeping, but this did not kill him - he woke, and ran from her. There was evidence he made it to the door, but fell, and was dragged back into the home where he bled to death. The autopsy revealed that he been stabbed 37 times. Knight then proceeded to skin his dead body, hanging his skin from a meat hook. She decapitated price, and proceeded to cook a full meal using portions of his body. She set the dinner table with a note next to the plates - each note had a name of one of Price’s children on them. 

While Knight initially pled not guilty to the murder, with her defence citing mental illness - specifically dissociation and amnesia - she changed her plea and pled guilty, all the while refusing to take any form of responsibility for the brutal killing and mutilation. She was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole - she was the first woman in Australian history to receive such a sentence.