"Obviously, I’ve been born with red hair, so I’ve kind of heard it all my life, especially being brought up in Scotland by a lot of gingers. ‘Redheads have this big temper’ and ‘You don’t want to step on the wrong side of a redhead because you know they’ll flip their lid.’ But I’m not really good at being in an argument. I’m pretty terrible. Maybe if you back me into a corner."
"Dear Craig and Geoff, can you please talk a little quieter so you don’t wake the baby? Thanks."
Martha Jones, Doctor Who
“Right, then.’Cause the thing is, it’s like my friend Vicky, she lived with this bloke, student housing, there were five of them, all packed in, and this bloke was called Sean. And she loved him, she did. She completely adored him. Spent all day long talking about him…'Cause he never looked at her twice. I mean, he liked her, but that was it. And she wasted years pining after him, years of her life, 'cause while he was around, she never looked at anyone else. And I told her, I always said to her, time and time again, I said, “get out”. So this is me, getting out…Keep that. ‘Cause I’m not having you disappear. If that rings, *when* that rings, you better come running. Got it?”
The fourth season of the epic fantasy television series Game of Thrones is scheduled to premiere in early 2014 on HBO. It will be based roughly on the second half of A Storm of Swords, the third of the A Song of Ice and Fire novels by George R. R. Martin, of which the series is an adaptation.
What is this “based roughly” nonsense?
Paraphrase of GRRM: “This is David and Dan’s show.”
What I don’t understand how a man who doesn’t like people writing fanfiction based on his books lets people basically do the same but in television format. Because of the money, is that it?
i’m planning on making a chocolate-orange cheesecake for my house’s christmas dinner on sunday, already i feel like this is the best idea i’ve had in ages
ugh. where’s all the GOOD music these days. it’s all just rapping and beibers and directions. i miss the days where i could go into the local tavern and hoist a mighty flagon of mead to a jaunty tune on the lute of a young bard