weasleyrose:

“Your brother defeated my uncle Jaime. My mother says it was treachery and deceit. She wept when she heard. Women are all weak, even her, though she pretends she isn’t. She says we need to stay in King’s Landing in case my other uncles attack, but I don’t care. After my name day feast, I’m going to raise a host and kill your brother myself. That’s what I’ll give you, Lady Sansa. Your brother’s head.” 

Sansa VI, A Game of Thrones 

xchelspaige:

_{Favorite Queer as Folk Moments
5x05}

True, some of the tests that I subjected you to proved inconclusive.

thebaconsandwichofregret:

I always reference this scene when talking about Jonny as Holmes because this is what makes him the most Holmesian Holmes since the passing of the great Jeremy Brett.

Sherlock Holmes cares about people, he cares about justice, he cares about not what is legally right but what is morally right and this scene reminds me so much of Holmes’ concern for Violet Hunter in The Copper Beeches or Violet Smith in The Solitary Cyclist or Helen Stoner in The Speckled Band all women in close proximity to abusers/potential abusers and he’s so concerned for them.

That’s Sherlock Holmes, a man concerned with justice and the protection of victims. I love Jonny’s Holmes with a passion because this is my childhood hero returned.

bakerstreetbabes:

allherstars:

#thank you to a tv show for pointing this out

#bless

xroub:

_{Favorite Queer as Folk Moments
3x04}

accras:

harveyxspecter:

I walked down the hall to look in on you and Clyde came out of your room and I knew what he’d done. He was a big man. Loved his liquor and his hooch. Smoked three packs of cigarettes a day, he was always stinkin’ up the house with cigarettes smoke. All the time he’d just fall asleep on the couch with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. I’d go by, I’d put it out. One night, not too long after, he fell asleep on the couch, drunk as a skunk, lit cigarette hanging out of his mouth. I got you and your brothers and sisters out of bed and we went over to Aunt Mables to sleep. And that night, that house that I loved so much, burned to the ground. And your Uncle Clyde burned right with it.

Profound