all the stories can't be lies

Veronika, 28, Hungary. I have no idea what this blog is about anymore.

[daily-hundred]

1x04 vs. 7x05

[anastasia-my-darlings]

R.I.P. Carlos Cifuentes 💔 you deserved better.

[julielilac]

The Doctor + cats

[blond-shell]

The wave returns to the ocean. What the ocean does with the water after that is anyone’s guess. But as a very wise not-robot once told me, the true joy is in the mystery.

THE GOOD PLACE (2016-2020) Created by Michael Schur

[daily-hundred]

one gifset per episode → 6x05: The Gospel of Josephine

[julielilac]

We’re all capable of the most incredible change. We can evolve while still staying true to who we are. We can honour who we’ve been and choose who we want to be next.

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

Ser Loras Tyrell presents a rose to Sansa Stark, by Jonathan Burton, for The Folio Society’s illustrated collector’s edition of A Game of Thrones

Ser Loras was the youngest son of Mace Tyrell, the Lord of Highgarden and Warden of the South. At sixteen, he was the youngest rider on the field, yet he had unhorsed three knights of the Kingsguard that morning in his first three jousts. Sansa had never seen anyone so beautiful. His plate was intricately fashioned and enameled as a bouquet of a thousand different flowers, and his snow-white stallion was draped in a blanket of red and white roses. After each victory, Ser Loras would remove his helm and ride slowly round the fence, and finally pluck a single white rose from the blanket and toss it to some fair maiden in the crowd. His last match of the day was against the younger Royce. Ser Robar’s ancestral runes proved small protection as Ser Loras split his shield and drove him from his saddle to crash with an awful clangor in the dirt. Robar lay moaning as the victor made his circuit of the field. Finally they called for a litter and carried him off to his tent, dazed and unmoving. Sansa never saw it. Her eyes were only for Ser Loras. When the white horse stopped in front of her, she thought her heart would burst. To the other maidens he had given white roses, but the one he plucked for her was red. “Sweet lady,” he said, “no victory is half so beautiful as you.” Sansa took the flower timidly, struck dumb by his gallantry. His hair was a mass of lazy brown curls, his eyes like liquid gold. She inhaled the sweet fragrance of the rose and sat clutching it long after Ser Loras had ridden off. When Sansa finally looked up, a man was standing over her, staring. He was short, with a pointed beard and a silver streak in his hair, almost as old as her father. “You must be one of her daughters,” he said to her. He had grey-green eyes that did not smile when his mouth did. “You have the Tully look.” –A Game of Thrones, Sansa II

[bisummers]

she alone will wield the strength and skill to fight the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness (insp.)

[blytthe]

Destiny helps people believe there’s an order to this horseshit. There isn’t. But a promise made must be honored. As true for a commoner as it is for a queen.

The Witcher (2019 –)

[harperspiller]

He loved her enough to stay and she loved him enough to let go. 😭 

THE GOOD PLACE ( 2016 - 2020 )

[sugarbabywenkexing]

We have to cling to something. If we don’t, the world descends into chaos.

[crowley-anthony]

[nathanshales]

make me choose: anonymous asked · veronicas short or long hair 

[thewitcherdaily]

Cirilla, The Witcher 1x03 - Betrayer Moon

[tekehu-archive]

They took my choice. I want it back.

[hhirakos]

Good and evil. Right or wrong. Chains of command.

[stormborns]

Chapters of A Song of Ice & Fire - A Clash of Kings - Tyrion II      “The king, the priest, the rich man - who lives and who dies? Who will the sellsword obey? It’s a riddle without an answer, or rather, too many answers. All depends on the man with the sword.”      “And yet he is no one,” Varys said. “He has neither crown nor gold nor favor of the gods, only a piece of pointed steel.”      “That piece of steel is the power of life and death.”      “Just so…yet if it is the swordsmen who rule us in truth, why do we pretend our kings hold power? Why should a strong man with a sword ever obey a child king like Joffrey, or a wine-sodden oaf like his father?”