Married life meme: For you it has to be Dwalin and Nori! If someone's already said that... Sansa and Sandor?
going with Sansan
leaves their dirty clothes on the floor
... to be honest I feel like Sansa would do this if it's a dress that's not TOO nice. because she puts her dirty stuff where it belongs but once a thing is dropped to the floor it will stay there until somebody else points it out or takes it away
forgets to run the dish washer
Sandor generally does not care for the state of the kitchen as long as there is food
pumps gas for the car
Sandor
drives when they’re going somewhere
Sandor
rearranges the furniture
Sandor while Sansa squints at the place and tells him where.
falls asleep with the TV on
Sansa during her favorite movie marathons. sometimes it's 'chickflicks', and Sandor sneers about that but once she falls asleep he won't switch it off and actually watch it through to the end
gets to use the bathroom first
first come first serve
decides the temperature for the ac/heater
I think Sansa, Sandor would sometimes forget they have the thing
sets up holiday decorations
Sansa, she has her family's old stuff
leaves the lights on
Sandor
uses the bathroom with the door open
Sandor trained himself not to do this anymore, since Sansa's a fucking lady
fixes the plumbing (or calls the plumber)
Sandor tries to fix it, breaks things, gets angry, manages to repair it, and in the end nobody had to be called but it would have been so much quicker
not anon but I reaaaaly want to hear your favourite Nori/nwalin headcanon.
oh dear... hmmm... I have so many... have the most recent one:
Nori has days in which he works a lot (secret workaholic Spymaster) and barely sleeps for weeks. And then he sort of... not crashes... but has one or two days when he's basically just sleeping. None of his hair is braided and barely brushed (still looks nice but not preened), and he only wears one of Dwalin's old tunics cause that's the comfiest, and he spends that time either sleeping or being too sleepy to really responsive about anything. A lot of times it ends up with him sitting in Dwalin's lap (or kind of piggy-back between the chair's back and Dwalin) and falling asleep. Thankfully he does that when Dwalin has to work on letters/documents, so Dwalin doesn't have to move. Because Nori sleeping is the equivalent of having a tiny kitty fall asleep on your lap. Dwalin thinks it's adorable and unless he really has to he doesn't move. and then he'll very gently pick Nori up and put him on a couch or the bed, then pick him back up and arrange him against himself when it's back to work...
If you're still doing it, cherik with "I think you missed your calling."
"I think you missed your calling, you know."
Erik, a dark caped shadow hovering a foot above the balcony, peering through the open glass doors in the dimness of twilight, started.
"Charles?"
Charles heaved himself into a sitting position in bed to better squint at him. "If you gave up your torrid affair with terrorism, you could become a magnificent windvane."
"I-?"
"Although," he cut in, stabbing a finger at Erik, "That would mean you would have to give up being a full-time asshole, and I'm just not sure whether you're capable of that."
Erik's low laugh rumbled through the darkness, and his genuine amusement only furthered Charles' bitter mood.
"I've missed you too, old friend."
The familiarity of the phrase was not lost on Charles and he fisted his hands in his bedsheets, blood boiling, mouth open and ready to retort with something scathing and furious, when Erik landed on the stone surface of the balcony. It wasn't the fact that he had ceased to levitate that caught Charles off guard, it was the manner in which he had; normally Erik had a menacing grace in his movements, but his landing had been awkward, stumbling, favouring his left leg and forcing out a grunt. The cape swept out behind him as he entered Charles' bedroom so there was no hiding the limp or the way he was cradling his arm to his chest.
Charles fumbled for the lightswitch of the lamp beside his bed, blinking as the gloom was banished and Erik's figure, slouched against the mantelpiece, came into clarity.
"You're injured." he snapped. He hadn't meant it to be aggressive but it had rather come out that way.
"Yes." Erik rasped. There was blood on his forehead.
He wasn't wearing the helmet.
The amount of temptation that surged in Charles at the realisation made him feel queasy.
"My safehouse wasn't so safe," Erik added dryly, by way of explanation, "I just need to patch myself up, I can be gone by the morning."
"Don't be ridiculous, you're not going anywhere for at least three days with the amount of blood loss you've suffered," Charles growled. He hoped gruffness would obscure the concern in his voice because, damn it all, this was Erik in the process of bleeding out across the room.
"Did you-?" Erik gestured towards his head.
Charles scowled. "No, you're just broadcasting the existence of your gut wound rather loudly. Its difficult to ignore. Now, get over here and let me look at your arm."
Erik limped over to him, a smile playing around his mouth. It wasn't his usual snide smirk, but one of unexpected pleasant surprise, "You're letting me stay?"
"I'm not letting you die in a ditch somewhere," Charles corrected, "You may stay as long as you understand that if you even think about recruiting for your bloody "Brotherhood" from my school, I will make you believe you are a rabbit and let the children feed you carrots and brush your hair."
This time, Erik's laughter is loud, accompanied by his wide toothy grin, and doesn't induce rage in Charles. He refuses to examine the potential correlation between this and the fact that Erik is now sitting beside him on the bed, leaning forwards into the light to be examined.
that's a tough one...I wouldn't say there's a specific physical place? doing certain things or being with certain people makes me feel at peace - going for long walks around town or the fields around my family's house listening to music is an amazing stress reliever for me, it really helps me feel more...together. as cliché as it sounds, usually just the presence of the boyf sets me to rights, he has a way of keeping me calm and happy. my mum, too, is pretty good at it.
oolong: what are you hoping to be doing in ten years?
a steady job would be great, maybe in animation or storyboarding or concept design, or even just book illustration if that takes off. married, hopefully?
Searching for pics of poc in middle earth and I find a torrent of your stuff, and it's all fantastic. Made my day :D
okay i freaked out completely for a second there i was like ‘somebody torrented my pictures?? what the fuck that’s amzing’ but hell, i am sure glad you found me in your search. i wish i could find more mepoc i need it to fuel me [checks your blog for it frantically]
rabbitinthewoods replied to your post:the thing that really kind of kills me a lot with...
idk I think the arts can also serve as a ‘what if?’ for the sciences. thinking star trek here, with wormholes and spaceships and sliding doors. then of course you’ve got the social aspect you mentioned, but that shouldn’t be underestimated.
that's a very good point you've made! i'm not saying that the arts are completely useless towards that stuff because they certainly aren't. i mean look at the production of Cosmos, and how suddenly people are really interested in astrophysics because through the medium of art, we're making this stuff interesting and understandable to the common person.
but for me myself, it's something i'm having a hard time coping with.
