Self-proclaimed writer and singer.
Others-proclaimed cynical bitch.
22 years old, more jaded than I should be.
Feminist, intellectualist, agnostic.
SuperWhoLockian, Loki fangirl.
A little pretentious.
A little hypocritical.
A little condescending.
I’ve been simultaneously reading Game of Thrones and watching season one of the show. I finished the book last night and the show just a few minutes ago. Without spoiling anything, that last scene with Daenerys and the fire actually gave me goosebumps. I love that character so much.
The feels, though. All of these feelings. From the time Eddard is marched into the square - knowing what was going to happen, as I’d just read that part - to the end of the season, I cried so much. Stark being beheaded and Arya having to watch it, Catelyn and Robb hugging in the woods, Catelyn beating Jaime Lannister with a rock (happy tears), Dany mercy-killing Drogo. I even cried for Sansa, and up until the last couple of chapters/episodes I couldn’t stand her. Now that she’s started realizing that she’s just the perfect little puppet they’ve groomed her to be, though, I think I’m going to like her a lot more.