Reblog this if you’ve ever read a tumblr post that broke your brain.
do you ever just refuse to go to bed because that means tomorrow is going to happen
I strongly disagree with anyone who says Maleficent isn’t the best Disney villain. No singing, no dancing, no long expositions about her plans, no tolerance for bumbling comedy sidekicks (she electrocutes a whole room full of minions when she finds out they’ve fucked up and spent the last few years searching for a baby), just outright malicious intent.
I mean let’s take a look at her motivations compared to other popular Disney villains:
SCAR - Wanted to become King.
URSULA - Wanted to rule the seas.
WICKED QUEEN - Wanted to rule as the most beautiful woman in the land.
JAFAR - Wanted to rule in the Sultan’s place and/or obtain ultimate power.
Maleficient, by contrast, didn’t want any of that. She didn’t want more power. She didn’t want fame. She didn’t want to rule. She just wanted to raise hell. This is the woman who decided that every newborn child in the kingdom should die and that the land should be covered in darkness for one reason - SHE WASN’T INVITED TO A MOTHERFUCKING PARTY.
That’s right, the evil bitch basically condemned an entire kingdom to die at her hands because she didn’t get invited to a christening.
This is not a woman with a motivation. She cannot be reasoned with. Her actions cannot be rationalized. She is evil for the fun of being evil, not because she wants something.
THAT, my friends, is the ultimate villain. One who knows they’re evil and LOVES it.
This is amazing, like omfg
The show changing Sandor’s lines to be Petyr’s is just disappointing.
Because both of them play huge roles in Sansa’s narrative
But they are completely different roles
And to suggest that they’re somewhat interchangeable is just an insult to all three of the characters involved tbh
I AM VERY GLAD THAT DESPITE OUR DIFFERENCES WE CAN ALL AGREE THAT THE DOREAH-KILLS-IRRI SCENE WAS DISGUSTING
ASoIaF Challenge | 17. Faith you’d worship | Old Gods
At the center of the grove an ancient weirwood brooded over a small pool where the waters were black and cold. “The heart tree,” Ned called it. The weirwood’s bark was white as bone, its leaves dark red, like a thousand bloodstained hands. A face had been carved in the trunk of the great tree, its features long and melancholy, the deep-cut eyes red with dried sap and strangely watchful. They were old, those eyes; older than Winterfell itself. They had seen Brandon the Builder set the first stone, if the tales were true; they had watched the castle’s granite walls rise around them. It was said that the children of the forest had carved the faces in the trees during the dawn centuries before the coming of the First Men across the narrow sea.
wintriestmoods said: I’m really enjoying your ASoIaF feels these days.
I know, I’m getting all back in the fandom. XD THERE WILL BE MORE. BRACE YOURSELVES. FEELS ARE COMING.
Also chapter four sometime this weekend.
Once Odin is dead I will return the casket to you.