may the stars shine down on you

- there is a dark serpent of malaise and unease that manifests evil in the world

- the serpent wants to eat a grand pearl egg

- the pearl egg cannot be destroyed

- no malice can manifest before the pearl egg

what we need to find out:

- can we reach the pearl egg before the dark serpent

- is sea salt necessary to fry the pearl egg

One day, she received a warm can of hot chocolate from the girl. Since Lara felt her heart melt the first time she tasted that sweetness, later, she also gave a piping hot can of hot chocolate to the girl.

Because that was the greatest sweetness that Lara had ever experienced in this world. Because she felt like it would become a sign if great affection.

Lara came to love sweet things and started working at a cake shop after saying something outrageous like, "I'll die for cake!"

sansa is my baby, my darling, my favorite character in the series. she is incredibly, incredibly dear and special to me. and i disagree passionately with most other self-described sansa fans in their read on her. if you were on tumblr ~2011 you know the line: contra to the misogynists who denigrated sansa as a whiny, sniveling, spoiled little cunt - it really was that bad - they went no, actually sansa is a clever, burgeoning player of hard politics who will master the game with her feminine social guile to come out on top! this is in its own way maybe as offensive to me as the overt misogyny.

sansa is a child. she is a little girl. she is not a particularly remarkable one. she is pretty, and intelligent, and compassionate, but so are many girls. she is a very normal child thrust into a situation of captivity, confinement, and constant abuse and terror. her story does not follow any of the frameworks of celebrated female “agency” because she is a terrified little girl and hostage who is being physically and sexually abused. she does not have much latitude to change her situation or effect escape. she has as of yet not a single shred of power, political or otherwise. she is moved around as a piece by the adults who control her fate and treat her like meat. and yet she’s heroic to me - her narrative is about the brave and almost entirely inward battle to maintain moral and psychic integrity in these circumstances. to remain herself, to remain the person her beloved lost parents raised her to be. her story tracks the imaginative resources of the child in that situation with an attention and sensitivity and tenderness that i think is extraordinarily rare and which i don’t really have the words to thank grrm for.