I just reblog shit I like from all the fandoms I like... and shit like that. Just warning you lot right now, I post a lot of things related to Game of Thrones, Rory McCann, and all the SanSan love. I support the Starks, but Clegane Keep is my home. (Previously the-secrets-of-my-mind|tumblr).
you should NEVER BE EMBARRASSED ABOUT YOUR LAUGH like of all the things that you should not be embarrassed about that is maybe the biggest. that is your happy making sound. i hope it sounds like a crazy donkey. you are beautiful.
I laughed then the guy next to me asked me if I smoked weed
In case you’re in need of motivation, have some from the Doctor.
You can do it!
Wild at Heart Playlist for thefeatherofhope
1. Black Bird- Sarah Mclachlan// 2. Rabbit Heart - Florence + the Machine// 3. I Told You I Couldn’t Stop- Jakob Dylan// 4. Walk Around the Lake - Lost in Trees// 5. I Wish I Was the Moon- Neko Case // 6. Dark Days - Punch Brothers // 7. Sore Feet Song- Ally Kerr // 8.You Belong to Me- Jason Wade // 9. Whispered Words - Dan Auerbach// 10. You Are the Moon- The Hush Sound // 11. Falling Away With You - Muse// 12. I Feel That Too - Jessie Baylin// 13. JAnything For You - Ludo// 14. Home- Phillip Phillips // 15. Full of Grace - Sarah McLachlan // 16. It Was Meant to Me - Callaghan// 17. Into the Open Air - Julie Fowlis// 18. Lone Pilgrim- Crooked Still // 19.My Beloved Monster- Eels// 20. You Are My Sunshine- The Civil Wars//
Oh my, this is just lovely.The song selection is very complimentary, too.Thank you so much!
It was another slow night.
The end of exams for the winter holidays had finally come and I would usually be more than glad to be home… but he wasn’t here. I expected him to be but there was no sign. Who, exactly? A young man who worked at the construction site down the street from our family owned cafe— Cafe Winterfell.
Or, what used to be a construction site.
The place had been finished a couple of weeks ago but Jon said the man in question had come, still, every morning since its completion and every night for his regular decaf. Jon even told me the man asked for me once or twice and the very thought made butterflies swirl in my stomach. Not the unpleasant ones, the ones you feel when you have a crush on someone and you never expected them to return at least a slight remote interest in you.
But his queries regarding me had given me a little hope.
That hope was beginning to dissipate as I tapped the paper coffee cup in my hand, the cup that was meant for the man who always came but was never here. I chewed at my bottom lip— a nasty habit I condoned when I was nervous— and wondered why he hadn’t come. The mere thought of him kept me sane while I was struggling with my exams. It’s an odd thing to say about a man you barely knew but it was true. The thought of seeing him again kept me distracted enough to crawl through my study periods and jot down the last answers of my exams.
I was drawn out of my thoughts when soft footsteps padded over to the counter and I found Mrs. Olenna Tyrell, a regular, making her way over. She moved about the room with a grace that made her seem as if she was floating. “Did you enjoy your soup, Mrs Tyrell?”
"Of course I did, my dear. That mother of yours makes a mean Mushroom Beef Barley soup," she said with a smile. "But I am afraid its time I return home. Margery and Loras should be at my place shortly and I best not keep them waiting in this nasty weather." She gestured one of her withered hands towards the large windows and to the outside world where giant flakes of snow floated calmly down from the sky. "It may seem pretty now but you never know when all Seven Hells will break loose."
I accepted the ten dollar bill she handed me and give her the fifty cents I owed. “I suppose you’re right,” I replied as I closed the register with my hip. “Let’s hope I don’t get snowed in tonight.”
"Would you like to close up early, Sansa? I could always give you a drive home, It wouldn’t be a problem," Mrs Tyrell offered.
I smiled kindly and shook my head. “I’ve got a car of my own and my brothers would kill me if I left before closing. You know Rob, he’s a hard one. Maybe if Jon was the boss around here I would risk it. Thank you kindly, either way.”
Olenna bit her lip and allowed a small smile. “If you find yourself in trouble, I’ll send Loras to fetch you.”
"There will be no need," I reassured her with a smile of my own. "Get on home before it gets worse. I’ll be more than fine."
"If you insist. Goodnight, dear," she reached over the counter and patted my shoulder. "Keep warm and stay safe."
She gave me one last look before wrapping her fur coat securely around her and marched regally into the street. I sighed and watched as she disappeared into her car and down the snow-covered streets of Kingsland. My feet brought me around the counter and to the three solitary dishes occupying the table where Olenna had been sitting mere minutes ago. It was good to keep busy on cold, lonely nights like these.
I piled the dishes into a wash bucket and brought them to the counter. It wouldn’t be prudent to leave the door unlocked while I wasn’t in the main dinning room. My hands reached out to do the deadbolt on the door and I walked to the kitchen, grabbing the tray of dishes as I went.
A sink of hot water was waiting me there. I emptied the tray’s contents into the stainless steel stub and grabbed a cloth from where it hung on the faucet. I hummed a simple tune and my hands matched the beat of it, rubbing the plate, bowl and coffee mug in turn as I went.
As I washed the remainder of the dishes, which Theon so kindly left me, my thoughts began to wander to the man who was there but never came. I recalled the first time he walked into the shop. It was late August and I was working the 5am shift. No one else was willing to get up early and there was nothing else better I could have done with my time. My friends were all moving to their student houses and I had done that the week before. Yes, I went to school in Kingsland but I found it would be better to live on my own and with friends rather than stay at home and miss out on something that I could learn from. However, It was on that morning as I was yawning my way to the front door that a tall, muscular figure made its way towards me. He had been leaning against the hood of his car, waiting for someone to open the shop, I supposed.
I gazed up at him, as he towered over me, and took him in: He was tall, muscular, broad shouldered, and had a kind face despite his thick eyebrows and the scarring on the right side of his face, which normally be frightening to any other person. I, however, didn’t think anything of it and looked upon him kindly. Something akin to confusing had filtered momentarily through his eyes but it was gone before I could decide what had been there. I turned my back to him and finished unlocking the door. I walked inside but my hand kept my hand on the door to hold it open for him.
"Feel free to come in," I said with a yawn. "It’ll take a minute to set up the place but you’re more than welcome to make yourself comfortable. You’re a few minutes early."
He nodded his head and grunted his response, taking a seat at the counter instead at one of the many tables in the dinning area. “Take your time.”
It was indeed a few minutes before I had the stoves fired up and a pot of coffee percolating merrily away. I wrapped my apron around my waist and drifted to the counter where the man sat patiently. “Is there anything I can get you?”
"Four medium coffees. Two black, one with sugar and the other with cream," he answered dully. I caught his brown eyes and they locked for a moment. And that was when I found myself lost in their mystery, almost falling instantly for him. Nothing else in the world mattered to me as long as you had brown eyes.
He broke the contact after a few moments and cleared his throat. “Right,” I stuttered. “Two black, one sugar and one cream. I’ll be back.”
I had felt his eyes upon me as I stumbled into the kitchen to complete his order, drinking me in and swallowing me whole.
I now glanced at the clock that now read 9PM. It was time to close and I didn’t have to worry about locking the front door— that was done earlier. I did, however, need to switch off the Open sign. Tired feet carried me to the front door and my arm reached out to hit the switch on the sign. They then carried me to the large glass windows surrounding the dining room and I closed the blinds one by one, starting with the one on the far left side. As I came back to the door, reading to close its blinds, a large figure skidded to a stop and banged on the door. My heart rate began to beat faster as I took in the figure outside the door. The scars were unmistakably his.
I swallowed past the lump in my throat and unlocked the door for him, allowing him passage into the deserted cafe. I closed the door and locked it behind him. My hand gestured for him to take a seat at the counter and he did so. A ghost of a smile graced his features as he walked past, eyeing me briefly as he did so. “I’ll be with you in a moment,” my voice was barely a whisper. “Let me just finish closing the blinds.”
"Aye, take your time," he replied, just as he had the first time I met him. It didn’t take me long to finish my chore and I was soon behind the counter ready to serve him.
"The usual?" I asked.
"That would be nice," he replied casually. He leaned his forearms against the counter and I could feel his eyes watching me as I prepared his drink.
Once it was completed, I slid it down the counter to his waiting hand. He brought the cup to his lips and took a large swig of it, not paying any mind to the scalding sensation as it ran down his throat. I wiped my hands down with the towel at my shoulder and leaned against the counter in front of him. “You know what I find odd?”
He chuckled. “What’s that?”
"You’ve been coming here for…," I counted off the months in my head, "For four months and I still don’t know you’re name."
"Aye, that’s the truth of it. I was thinking the same in regards to yours," he said simply. "If you give me yours, I’ll give you mine."
I smirked. “Sansa, Sansa Stark.”
"What a lovely name, Sansa Stark… Alliteration at its finest," he said more to himself than to me. "I’m Sandor Clegane."
I held out my hand to his and he shook it. “Lovely to finally make your acquaintance.”
"Finally, you say?" he said with a smirk as he brought the mug back to his lips. "You say it as if you’ve been meaning for it to happen for some time."
A blush crept its way up my neck and I looked the other way. My hair formed a curtain between the two of us and I heard a grating laugh from the other side. “Yes… I suppose I have.”
His hand reached around the curtain of hair and he gently grasped my chin with his thumb and forefinger, turning my head so we could meet eye to eye. “There’s nothing to be shy about. I would be so bold to say that I have as well,” he admitted softly. “To be truthful, I would have introduced myself earlier if it weren’t for these scars.” He gestured to his face and I frowned. “Do they cause you discomfort?”
I shook my head and Sandor released my chin. “What is it, then?”
I bit my lip and looked up to hold his gaze. “I don’t mind them,” I told him honestly. “But something tells me you knew that from the start. They give you a uniqueness, some character. It isn’t anything to be ashamed about.”
I reached out and tentatively grazed the tips of my fingers across his scarred cheek. Sandor froze beneath my touch I pulled away, feeling as if I had offended him. However, his hand reached out and caught mine. He brought my hand back to his cheek and pressed it there. “Take it in for what it is.” Was all he said. I took it as an invitation to touch it freely. It felt very personal, like something he hadn’t let anyone done in ages. And even though I barely knew who he was, it felt as if we had known each other for some time— years even. So as to his request, I slowly glided my hand across his cheek, exploring each crevice and mound of scarred tissue of his face. He closed his eyes and seemed to relax some, his hand hovering over mine as I explored his face. My hand stopped where it had began and he opened his eyes, somehow knowing I had filled my need of curiosity.
"Why don’t we acquaint ourselves better sometime this coming week?" Sandor asked, his voice suddenly confident.
"I would like that very much." I held his gaze with my own. "Is tomorrow too soon?"
"Not at all. When do you finish?"
"I’ll see you then." Sandor left a couple of bills on the counter, rose and let himself out. My eyes followed him until he disappeared out of view down the street.
This was all too good to be true.
This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us. And after a few attempts, Peeta gives up on talking. The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.
When a writer kills off a character
When you kill off your own character
when a character kills off a writer
the only fandom in which this is possible
did you forget we have a gif for everything
WHY DO I CARE SO MUCH ABOUT AN ASSHOLE IN A LONG COAT
This is applicable to so many different fandoms it hurts…
First day on the Quiet Isle : a headcanon
It seems the Elder Borther has a knack for getting people to bear their souls, so I can imagine Sandor was no exception.
please forgive my messy writing it is messy and sloppy and forever slightly slanted.
It’s been 1 year since the most influential event of all time.
Desolation of Smaug Countdown | 7. Of Ancalagon the Black
Ancalagon, Mightiest of Dragons (F.A. ~545 - 587): Considered by most to be the greatest dragon of Middle-earth, Ancalagon was slain by Eärendil during the War of Wrath. The dragon was thrown down upon Thangorodrim in the Iron Mountains, contributing to the destruction of Beleriand. Gandalf notes that despite his immense power, even Ancalagon was unable to destroy the One Ring.He fell upon the towers of Thangorodrim, and they were broken in his ruin.
And do you know what? I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
Oh, I was not ready for this. I totally see 9/Rose as like BFF’s or like a BrOTP. Like I see their relationship the same as 10/Donna. I think it was during/after Parting of the Ways that Rose realised she loved the Doctor. When he sacrificed himself for her. ‘Cause I totally see Rose as the type read the cheesy ‘dime-store’ romance novels, where the Knight always rode in at the last minute to save the Damsel in Distress. Of course this is just my opinion; and I could be completely off base…
Habitation, Margaret Atwood
And what might seem to be a series of unfortunate events may, in fact, be the first steps of a journey