i made this quite a while ago, but i felt like changing it a little bit.
rubik’s cube - athlete / sun - two door cinema club / icarus - bastille / atlas hands - benjamin francis leftwich / candles - daughter / name - goo goo dolls / runaway - the kooks / draw your swords - angus & julia stone
‘The dwarf woman studied her with dim red eyes. “I see you,” she whispered. “I see you, wolf child. Blood child. I thought it was the lord who smelled of death…” She began to sob, her little body shaking. “You are cruel to come to my hill, cruel. I gorged on grief at Summerhall, I need none of yours. Begone from here, dark heart. Begone!”’
I only really wanted to do it because I have this philosophy that you only live once and I’d rather spend it trying to do something I enjoy and maybe not succeeding than doing something that I’m not that bothered about. So I expected it to be tough but I never placed any limit. [on what he expected when he became an actor]
Luck, duty and faith had never had much to do with it. Arya was the force that dragged him around the earth; he saw that now.
author: stevee at archiveofourown