#hdm bbc

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

will & lyra | touch (s3 episode 8c)

[alethiosr]

I think there’s something so symbolic about people who have daemons who settled as animals not native to where they grew up. People who are so far from where they belong but often don’t even realize it or give their daemon’s form a second thought. Do they long to go to where their daemon would be more at home? If so, do they chase that feeling or do they ignore it?

Lee Scorseby ended up far in the arctic simply looking for work, not even aware that Hester was an Arctic Hare until Iorek told him. He had assumed that Hester was a Jackrabbit and only realized that the arctic meant something to him after speaking with Iorek. He could’ve found work anywhere else but he somehow ended up where he needed to be anyways.

Lord Asriel is probably the most interesting example of this though. He was always traveling, always looking for something, never being content to relax and exist in one place for long. The first time we ever see him he’s described as looking like a wild animal trapped in a small cage, totally out of place with his surroundings. When he finally stops moving is when he creates the Republic of Heaven and the basalt fortress is built. It’s in another world with vague geography, but it’s likely roughly within natural snow leopard range. The last place Asriel ever lives is where he and Stelmaria might’ve finally felt some sense of belonging.

It’s not something given much depth and thought within the books, but in a way it doesn’t need to be. We get to see it naturally in a way that isn’t forced. It’s beautiful and real just like many of the other intricacies regarding daemons. It adds to these people as people instead of becoming something too fantastical and bizarre.

[his-dark-materials-trilogy]

Lyra’s Oxford walking tour

[ilex-merciae]

[plainlo-inthemorning]

[his-darkmaterials]

Lyra & Pan 3.03 THE INTENTION CRAFT

[ssmhhh]

fuck it if she can’t have him !!

i hate how perfect this is so much

[hdmsource]

"The Dust pouring down from the stars had found a living home again, and these children-no-longer-children, saturated with love, were the cause of it all." — The Amber Spylgass, Philip Pullman

His Dark Materials, 3.08 The Botanic Garden