#sansa endures #it’s what she does #she’s tortured day after day and all she can do is smile and thank the people who torture her #all she can do is look straight ahead and will herself not to cry as the horrifying death of her family #of the people she loved #is shoved in her face in more and more grotesque ways #and the fact that after all of that #after all she is made to go through #she can still find it within herself to be kind #that’s the truest sort of strength #that’s a strength few people could barely dream of #it’s sansa’s kindness that defines her #the fact that she can live through what she’s lived through and still look for goodness in people #it’s remarkable (via whoistorule)
Sophie Turner thank you for being the perfect Sansa and you are really like her because people hate you for playing her so well and still you find goodness in people. I love you!!
Fantasy, sci-fi and gender bending by Sakimi chan from facebook
Is it me or does male Elsa look like he’s about to give a “hadouken!” To some unsuspecting foes?
omg i will cosplay that cruella de vil
good days bad days
When iguanamouth does a serious comic, it cuts right to the bone. A brilliant piece.
"Hermione turned and beamed at Harry; her eyes, too, were full of tears. ‘…then I declare you bonded for life."
JO!! OMG!! WHY?! OMG WHYYY?!
ALL THE FEELS!!
THANK YOU :’)
the Saukerl to her Saumensch
How about a kiss, Saumensch?
He stood waist-deep in the water for a few moments longer before climbing out and handing her the book. His pants clung to him, and he did not stop walking. In truth, I think he was afraid. Rudy Steiner was scared of the book thief’s kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again and would go to his grave without them.
I watched the contents of his soul for a moment and saw a black-painted boy calling the name Jesse Owens as he ran through an imaginary tape. I saw him hip-deep in some icy water, chasing a book, and I saw a boy lying in bed, imagining how a kiss would taste from his glorious next-door neighbor. He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.