Expect nothing from this blog...

 

“If you think this has a happy ending, you haven’t been paying attention.”

fredschilton:

if you ever feel like a failure, just remember that jack crawford and the fbi arrested a vegan as the main suspect on a cannibal case

S o m e d a y, when Sansa was grown, he would have to tell her how she had made it all come clear for him. He’s not the least bit like that old drunken king, she had declared, angry and unknowing, and the simple truth of it had twisted inside him, cold as death.

(Source: cathly)

What’s brilliant about the writing is that in that moment, that’s the first moment Brienne considers it, and it’s the horror that that might be true and what she might have to deal with. […] She moves away; she doesn’t do the formal exit. She just has to turn away. Even Brienne is incredibly aware of respectability and manners, as difficult as it is for her; she’s still a lady. But she doesn’t give a formal exit, she turns away. Then in her eye-line is Jaime. It’s, I think, really slapped her hard on one side of the face, and then the other even harder, as she runs off red-faced. “Oh, God!” -  Gwendoline Christie

(Source: nochanceandnochoice)

nonasuch:

additionally, I CANNOT GET OVER Steve’s fucking Sadness Errands that he keeps running around DC, like, his schedule literally goes

6 AM: jogging

7:15: unburden soul to total stranger, lacking better options

3 PM: visit own museum exhibit to stare at the Dead Best Friend Wall

4:30: attempt meaningful human connection with sole surviving contemporary; fail due to Alzheimer’s

6 PM: dinner for one

7 PM: contemplate own loneliness, probably

alderaans:

In school, we learned about this scientist who trained dogs to salivate at the sound of a bell by feeding them whenever a bell rang. For the last couple of weeks I’ve been conducting a similar experiment.

swans-glasses:

Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division?

More like,

Shit Hydra Is Everywhere, Lock Down.