You sit patiently, expecting a private message at any moment. There’s a knock at your door. It’s me, dressed in a surprisingly well made wizard robe, arms full of books and dice.
me: not for years, but I have an exquisitely plotted story in my head about how Sansa Stark serves as lady of winterfell and falls in love with another northern lady but she doesn’t realize it’s Love Love because she’s just like “what very good friends we are :)” and the other woman is really good at resource management and where to put latrines so people don’t get sick, and they work together and are best friends and maybe more?? Yes, more. It’s a fifteen episode miniseries about rebuilding after war, peacetime governance, and gentle gay love, sexuality, and trust. I have the camera angles all planned out. Arya is there, and she has twelve direwolves puppies that cause mischief. At some point, the whole north is like “There Must Always Be A Stark In Winterfell And It’s Fine If She’s A Lesbian”
someone: can you pass the salt?
me: Episode Three starts with Sansa standing by her window, watching a pack of giggling small children have a snowball fight. She looks cold, austere. She watches Arya fucking pile-drive a six year old into a snow bank. Sansa’s lip quirks. She is Healing. The plot of this episode is dealing with mice in the grain supplies. Sophie Turner is nominated for seven emmys in one season.
Lesson for today… You can’t stay mad with squeaky shoes…
You know what, I often need to chill the fuck down, so the answer is yes, i’m gonna buy myself squeaky shoes
literally the cutest everytime i see it
Went out to get groceries and I came across some pumpkins. Now all I can think about is that story she posted where she forgot a pumpkin one fall and ended up stepping in it that winter.
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