Jon - A Clash of Kings
In which Jon Snow takes an enemy captive, and immediately proceeds to listen to one of her folk tales and see things from her perspective
"You know nothing, Jon Snow" isn’t just a funny meme about Jon being stupid. It’s Ygritte telling him he doesn’t know things, and Jon caring enough to learn, and to incorporate what he learns into his worldview. Jon’s one of the few men in Westeros to consider what a woman would think/do before he makes decisions. This happens all throughout his chapters in ADWD, where he talks to her in his head. "They know nothing, Ygritte. And worse, they will not learn."
Winterfell’s not in the South," Jon objected.
“Yes it is. Everything below the Wall’s south to us.”
He had never thought of it that way. “I suppose it’s all in where you’re standing.”
“Aye,” Ygritte agreed. “It always is.
okay so if harry potter was born in 1980, and went to hogwarts in like 91, that means he was in his sixth year in 1996
do you think he knew about the spice girls? i mean.. i know he had shit going on with horcruxes that year but wannabe isn’t something that happens without you taking note of it
The cognitive dissonance caused by a society that tells its children to “follow their dreams” through messages in films, literature, etc. and then punishes them for not choosing safe, money making careers in adulthood is fascinating, to say the least.
imagine a vampire going “fuck it” and just taking some antihistamines before going to town on a plate of garlic bread
later on it’s wheeled into the ER with like a puffed up face and it just goes “I have been on this earth 10 thousand years but i have not lived until this day”
I actually have a theory that this is at least partly because Sam’s worst, most aggressive impulses are vented on a regular basis because of his lifestyle as a hunter.
How many times a day does the average person want to punch someone in the face for whatever reason, and suppress that urge because it’s wrong and violent and uncivilized?
But Sam is violent and uncivilized on an almost daily basis, so there aren’t any pent-up violent urges lying underneath the surface, just waiting to burst out the moment there’s no conscience or empathy to keep them in check.
What Sam doesn’t do a lot of is speak his mind, so what we get is a fuckton of the snark that’s normally hidden behind his epic silently judging-you bitchface.
kids these days are so spoiled
when i was your age we had an animated disney castle intro
and we had to walk uphill both ways to see it
Barefoot, in the snow
Running away from velociraptors
AND WE WERE THANKFUL.
Three years ago today, I sat in a darkened theatre and said goodbye to a piece of my heart. I still remember everything about that day, down to how the popcorn tasted like dirt in my mouth because it was so dry from nerves. I especially remember crying so hard throughout the whole movie that I ended up busting a blood vessel in my left eye. Not my finest moment but it doesn’t dull the memory any. Nothing can, because those memories are all I have left right now and I cling to them every day.
I miss anticipating a new Potter film, and as much as I’m looking forward to Fantastic Beasts, it won’t be the same without my favourite boy wizard up on screen, flexing his hero muscles. I took those 10 years for granted and I’d give anything to go back to the beginning and experience it all again, starting at Number 4, Privet Drive.
This series is truly my lifeblood, and nothing will ever mean as much to me, not 3 years after the fact, not 53 years after the fact. Harry’s will always be the story that literally saved + changed my whole life and shaped me into the person I am today. And I think-even though he’s just a page turn or remote click away-that I’ll always miss him. But I’ll never love him any less. Couldn’t even if I tried. And I have no intention of ever trying.
"Tell me one last thing," said Harry. "Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?"
Dumbledore beamed at him, and his voice sounded loud and strong in Harry’s ears even though the bright mist was descending again, obscuring his figure.
"Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"