Makeshift Memories

A blog of my obsessions and random thoughts. All of which seem to surface around midnight =)

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*Whenever the ghost pops up behind Luke*

Me:

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Sam: What happened to you beyond the Wall?

Bran: I became the three eyed raven.

Sam:

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Jon:

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When you're taking a test and you catch someone trying to cheat off of you.

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Gilly: **about to legitimize Jon’s claim to the throne**

Sam: Fuck this. It’s Grand Theft Library time.

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Jon: You’re a lot leaner.

Gendry: You’re a lot shorter.

Jon:

Gendry:

Jon & Gendry:

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Davos: Hey, let’s not mention the whole Baratheon Bastard thing. 

Gendry: Sure thing.

Davos: Jon, this is Clo-

Gendry: I’M GENDRY. ROBERT BARATHEON’S SON.

Davos: . . . 

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Jon: WTF bro?! Get your greyscale-y self away from her. This is my moment to shine!

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Now just waiting Draco to show up and tell his father about this.

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The exact moment Sansa realized that ALL her siblings are batshit crazy.

[saberarah]

And I would’ve gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for that meddling Kim Kardashian.

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My review of Halt and Catch Fire, a show that is:

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My review of Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

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My review of Poldark, possibly one of the best shows I have seen this year.

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My attempt at reviewing the lovely gem known as Being Human.

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My attempt at describing the beauty that is this show.

Pushing daisies is one of my favorite shows. Definitely in the top three. 

I love it so much that when I try to describe it to others, in hopes of recruiting them into this fandom, it often feels like this:

And I look like Edna while everyone else looks like Mrs. Incredible:

So I tried my best to capture, to the best of my ability, the wonderful, whimsical, delightful amazingness that is Pushing Daisies.