Game of Thrones - The Broken Man

It's been a couple days now since the release of the seventh episode of Game of Thrones season 6 - however, if you haven't watched it, DON'T READ ON - MAJOR SPOILERS.

Okay? Okay. So, I'm going to start off by saying, I never actually thought the Hound had died. If someone dies on Game of Thrones, you're usually there for the entire grisly, bloody thing. There's usually some kind of confirmation of the fact; even despite the hype and confusion and doubt around Jon Snow's season 5 death, the blank look in his eyes and the blood (oh so much blood) was pretty telling that he had actually been killed. But we never got to know what happened to the Hound after Arya left him to die. And that made me suspicious from the get-go, because it just isn't the way things work on Game of Thrones. Also, we were all told that a "much-beloved character" would be returning to the show after a few seasons off. People of course speculated it was the Hound; some people thought it was Benjen Stark after he appeared in the sixth episode, but we saw him for maybe three episodes in season 1, so I didn't really think that statement was about him. So, when the Hound showed up, it wasn't such a big deal - that, and I had never really liked him as a character anyway (shock and horror, I know). I liked him in his interactions with Arya, but I found him rather dull as a character. I hope they get to do some more developing for him. Hope he goes off and kills the Brotherhood Without Banners. That'd be fun.

I was sort of light-hearted and happy when Arya started making moves to return to Westeros - I was all like "Stark Reunion!" and emotions were flying. And then she got stabbed. Pretty fucking brutally. And I was like "oh". But the episode didn't end with her dying, so I'm holding out hope still. I really hate that Waif bitch - she's a total cow. I hope she gets hers, somehow, someday. I wouldn't go so far as to say Arya's a favourite of mine, but I've always really enjoyed watching her storylines. She's always been so brilliantly vicious, and totally against the expected norms of the setting. Ultimate feminist icon - but then, you all know that. It's why she's basically everyone's favourite. She's just too cool. So, I'm holding my breath and just hoping the next episode doesn't break my heart. The Starks deserve a happy ending more than anyone else on this bloody show. Too many of them have died already.

I think there's a new favourite on this show. I'm sorry, but for all the action (inaction) in this episode, it was clear that Lady Lyanna Mormont had stolen the show. Ten years old and probably more capable of ruling than anyone we've yet seen on the show. I love how she just gives Jon and Sansa a piece of her mind - I lost faith in them for a couple of seconds. A little girl weakened their goal to the extent that Davos had to come in and save the day for them. OMG. Jon really doesn't know what to do around high-born ladies, does he? Watching him get tongue-tied as a result of a couple words from the mouth of a little girl was funny, but slightly sad. Like, grow up Jon. For the first time since season 1 I found Sansa a little annoying - she's been so badass and "take-back-the-North" that to see her sort of behave the way she had for the past five seasons was a little irritating. I was sort of like, "grow a spine already". I don't know why the hell she's letting Jon do all the talking, seeing as a) he isn't very good at talking to nobles and b) he's not a Stark. Like she said - she is a Stark. She should do something for herself. And apparently people are wondering who she wrote a letter to at the end of her segment. Well, she's sent Brienne to Riverrun, so it wasn't the Blackfish. It wouldn't be another minor Northern family, seeing as a) they would've been introduced at some point already to make a bigger impact and b) you don't want to risk Ramsay finding out. It's obviously Petyr Baelish. He has skilled Knights at his command; he wants to make reparations for setting up Sansa and Ramsay; he obviously has a creepy, perverted fixation with the daughter of his lost love Catelyn. So my money's on him. We'll see.

And we come to Jaime and the Blackfish at the Riverlands. Honestly, the most boring part of the episode. Not because of the Blackfish, no, nor because of any of the Frey soldiers (they were funny to watch) - because of Jaime. He's an asshole, he's a little sick in the head, but I just really love his character. But not at the moment. He was just so weak in this episode; he's gone soft. Where's the Jaime who spent ages locked up by the Starks and still had something snarky to say? Where's the Jaime who took pleasure in irritating the fuck out of Brienne? Where's the Kingslayer? Nowhere I can see. I hope he straps on a pair of balls and gets shit done. But at the same time, I don't want the Lannisters to win. I hate Cersei - I was almost sympathetic when she did her walk of atonement, but then I was like "nah". I hope the Blackfish holds onto Riverrun, honestly. It IS his home, regardless of what a bastard boy on a pointy throne might say. And I loved Bronn in this episode - "Don't say it. Don't fucking say it." I've already seen memes of this. Bronn rules, hands-down. Don't worry, Bronn; you'll get your castle and your highborn lady.

I don't exactly hate Tommen, but I definitely don't like him. He's weak; it's pathetic to watch him be manipulated by others. Super amusing when Margaery does it though. I've always liked Margaery; I admit that that was initially because of the actress who played her rather than the character herself. Natalie Dormer was in The Tudors before she was on Game of Thrones, playing Anne Boleyn, and her role in that was absolutely amazing. I felt all the feels. So when I heard she was on Game of Thrones, I was like "YES!" because I needed to see more of her epic period acting. But I was slightly horrified by the events of this and the previous episodes - I didn't want to believe she was that breakable, that the High Sparrow had knocked down everything that made her awesome and powerful and just really entertaining to watch. She was so... pious. Irritatingly so. And I thought, the Sparrow would've had to do a hell of a lot more than what he did to achieve such a conversion. I had almost lost all hope until I saw her slip that piece of paper into Olenna Tyrell's hand. A rose. The symbolism was clear - her allegiance was still to her family. The Sparrow had not broken her. In fact, she was manipulating him, as she manipulates everyone. I totally fist pumped the air when I realised this. I hope she does something about Tommen though, because I almost prefer Joffrey to this. Joffrey would have had that old coot executed long before he had made himself at home in King's Landing. He was cruel and slightly crazy, but he wasn't as gullible as his younger brother. Sigh. The day has come when I actually miss the bastard.

The Greyjoy scenes were an eye-opener. For once, female nudity is treated with a different goal in mind; rather than nudity for the sake of nudity, it plays an important function in developing Yara Greyjoy. She always did act rather manly; in the show she certainly looks rather manly. So it does make sense that she is homosexual. Got to admit, I really love her character - I have a crush on her, yes I do. And I love the way she takes care of Theon. It was a big turning point for him, this episode - or so I hope. He lost that little puppy look and straightened up - he looked a lot like the Theon of old in that moment. I was so happy, because Theon's had the shit end of the stick for too bloody long. It's about time things start to go right for the poor guy. I was super excited at the prospect of an alliance between the Greyjoys and Daenerys; I liked the idea when Euron proposed it, though I didn't like him as a candidate for marriage to her. Not good enough. But Yara and Theon banding up with Dany; I can get on board with that. Sansa and Theon are (sort of) friends now, so that would happen in turn, and one big alliance might hopefully form. We know Dany does make it to Westeros - in Game of Thrones, perhaps this is how. They haven't got there yet, so it might not happen. Knowing the luck of the characters on this show it's equally as likely that they drown at sea or something.

So, this episode wasn't quite as action-packed as the last one, nor did it reveal a hell of a lot, but I do think it's an important one. We learn a little more about how Jon and Sansa are approaching recruitment; we learn the Hound has come back, and that Arya is coming home (hopefully); we learn that Jaime is a pussy and Margaery is epic; we learn that a super-cool alliance may be about to be formed. Next episode is going to be action-packed by the looks of the preview. Can't wait!

Thanks for reading!

Some Insta photos for you!

I went on a kinda rampage with the whole glam shots of FUNKO Pops. If the Game of Thrones guys can do it and look cool so can I (lol jokes - I'm never going to be one quarter as cool as they are). Check me out at geek_aesthetic!

Some randomness today.

We did this thing in uni a couple days ago called free-writing. Basically, we were told to just let the pen keep running over the paper and not stop until the time was up. I did pretty shit, because I've spent so long writing to write essays that I've sorta forgotten how to write like a normal human being in any kind of academic environment. So yeah - I'm doing my best to give it a go. I'm most definitely probably going to go back and fix my mistakes when I'm done, which is technically not allowed, but, eh - whatever. So, uni's pretty good. Got most of my assignments handed in, all that were due at least. I was supposed to get an essay result back Monday, which was moved to today, which I discovered was moved to next Monday, so I'm pretty pissed. I'm a little nervous because apparently a lot of people failed it. Really hoping I haven't because I want to maintain my distinctions across the board. I'm really proud of myself this year; it is kinda ironic how this year's all self-guided study and the fact that if I really didn't want to do it there'd be nothing stopping me makes me want to do it. Last year, we had to do study and I just felt so disinclined to do so. Pretty weird.

I'm a little annoyed right now. I'm trying to figure out how the hell I'm supposed to get PayPal to work, because I'm trying to lin my bank account and the site is being a jerk to me. Oh well, I'll get there in the end. I had to get PayPal because - and I'm really excited about this - I managed to sell a couple of my old essays online! It was through a company who buys them and publishes them as guides or references, not an essay-trafficking/generating/homework-doing site or anything. That's hell illegal and I don't want anything to do with that. I'm basically going through all my old Aussie stuff, because the site is American, and I'm re-editing some of the essays on these subjects because they're always on the lookout for new titles to stock essays with. Yay! So I'll hopefully be a little richer than broke in about 5-10 weeks, provided PayPal stops being a dick to me.

I've been doing pretty well with the whole anxiety and depression thing until recently. My supposed friend is being a total bitch - and I can't believe I had to say that now that I'm an adult and everything. So I've been having a few panic attacks over her and I'm trying to work up the courage and give-a-fuck to tell her to get the hell out of my life. She's been my friend for seven years now, but I don't need that kind of bullshit anymore. I'm just terrified she and her mum are going to break into my house and slash my car tyres or something. Apparently her mum's threatened violence against me if she sees me in public (totally unfair, because I wasn't the one at fault). She has a really warped recounting of events, and always paints herself as the victim even if she's the one to blame. Unfortunately I'm on the other end of it this time. I'm really quite sick of her, so that's done, I think.

Going through a major Harry Potter kick right now! I've been running out of winter clothing (seeing as it's heading into that kinda weather in Perth), and I keep seeing these way cool Ravenclaw Quidditch jumpers that look so pretty and snuggly and I just want one. So, providing PayPal goes through and the site actually gives my my money, I'll be able to pay for stuff like that.

Does anyone think it is weird that I have a metaphorical hard-on for Kylo Ren right now? Like, I don't know what it is, but Adam Driver plays him so sexy. Ugh. He's such a fucked-up guy. I have such problems. Hoping there's some kind of development between him and Rey, because I find Finn a little irritating. It won't happen, but I just hope he doesn't end up dead like Darth Vader - that's too much parallelling with the original trilogy, guys. Redeem him. Plez. I need it.

Okay, this was an interesting experience. I'm pretty sure I only took ten minutes to write all that out. I'm going to go edit it and then publish it. Thanks for reading this!

Funko POP! - Harry Potter Collection

Just some glamour shots of my Harry Potter POPs. I've always been a super huge fan of Harry Potter - like, die-hard - and so this is the collection of POPs I'm most likely to complete. In light of my recent re-ignition of interest in the series (just kidding; I always love Harry Potter), I decided to do a Funko-themed post about it. Enjoy!

Wave 1

I've collected almost all of Wave 1; I haven't got the Sword of Gryffindor or the Quidditch Harry, seeing as I thought it'd be a little pointless to have what is likely to be something like a dozen different Harrys by the end of the line. I might get the Quidditch ones, seeing as there's a matching Draco one from Wave 2 - it'd be super cute to have a little Quidditch duo. But there isn't enough to interest me with the Sword of Gryffindor version; it's wand Harry with a sword. Big deal, really. I love all these POPs; I actually have this weird obsession with the Snape one, even though he was never really a character I liked in the series.

If you can't tell, the POPs in this first wave are modelled after Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Lord Voldemort and a super-sized Rubeus Hagrid (in respective order). It is really hard to take Voldemort seriously after seeing how cute his POP is.

I had a Harry Potter-themed birthday party last year; my and a couple of my friends transformed my backyard into a Great Hall/Weasley house dinner table, with a long table and 'elegant' cutlery. I had fifteen people invited; fourteen came. In their invitations we sorted them into Houses; not only was this a great way to organise party activities, but it was also really great for keeping certain people apart (a lot of my friends hate each other, so seating them was interesting). Anyway, I got some really cool Harry Potter-themed stuff from a couple of my friends; I have a set of twins as besties, and they got me this really neat display case with bookmarks from each Hogwarts house (at some point I'll elaborate on this, so you'll understand what I mean by it); they also got me the Harry Potter POP. It was my first ever POP; I'd seen them in stores and wanted them, but was too anxious about what others would think of a teenage/adult girl buying toys for herself. Apparently it's an adult market, so... YOLO, I don't care what people think now. So, another one of my friends - and it was a surprise to me, considering we were Human Bio partners and not super-close - gifted me the Hermione POP and told me she knew it was my favourite character. Maybe it was an assumption thing, maybe not; either way, I treasure both these POPs as evidence that my friends really do know me inside out (an especial revelation considering my state of mind back then).

I kept them both in box for several months; they fit pretty easily on my shelf. When Christmas rolled around, my mum (and dad, but more mum) got me Dumbledore, Ron and Snape. Pretty soon I figured out that the boxes just weren't going to fit on my shelf; besides, they're toys, and I didn't plan on selling them, so I took them all out. It's freed up a hell of a lot of space in my room. Shortly after Christmas, I used some of the money my relatives gave me and bought Hagrid and Voldemort from EB Games in Midland. EB Games is the best place for POPs - mainly for the mainstream/kiddy/Marvel POPs - and the staff are seriously the best. They always stock heaps of HP POPs, so that's pretty great.

Wave 2

If you haven't already guessed, Hermione is my favourite character in the series. Why? I think it's obvious - she's awesome. But I think it's really because I am so much like her; bossy, opinionated, constantly studying and striving for excellence. So I got the Yule Ball version of Hermione yesterday, when I decided randomly to go into the city. They had heaps of POPs in EB Games at Perth, so if you live here definitely go check that out. I was able to pick out a literally flawless paint-job from the five available Hermiones there, so I'm super happy about that! I also managed to score a Dobby as well, as it is almost impossible to find him in stores. I found him in the corner of the store, behind some Harry Potter boardgames in another section of the shop. The cashier guy couldn't believe they had still been stocking the little guy, and I'm super pleased that I was sharp enough to spot it out the corner of my eye. Luna and Draco were gift voucher splurges at JB HI-FI online; I got the $50 voucher for being a high-achieving WACE student at my school, and they called everyone who scored over 90 back for recognition. I love Luna and Draco - heck, I love them all - so of course I had to add them to my collection. I got them together, and they look like albino twins side-by-side! I separate them because it's creepy. All the paint jobs for this wave are immaculate, I have yet to find a single flaw on any of them, which is really impressive. Any POP collector knows that quality varies not only between POP brands but also individual POPs.

Thanks for reading!

Exams.

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Dumblin'!

Molly and Rosie.

So, I may have mentioned I have a pair of cats - one called Molly, the other Rosie. It struck me I've had this blog for almost a year now and never really gone beyond a mention of their existence in my life. I decided to remedy that, because who doesn't love kitty cat posts?

Me and my brother decided around four years ago now that we wanted to get a cat. We had the bunny rabbits, and they were absolutely beautiful, but the age at which they could be housetrained had been and passed long before that, and we wanted an inside companion, one who would sit next to us on the couch and watch Better Homes & Gardens with us on a Friday night, or turn her nose up at us because she just felt like it. We knew we wanted a girl cat - our family has always been determined to have female pets (with the exception of our Doberman dog Sabre, who passed away when I was 5), I think it's something to do with the smell/behaviour of males in general. I dunno.

Anyway, we knew mum wouldn't be hard to convince; she missed having a cat after our first one, Holly, died at 16.5 years old. Lots of life, that old girl, and she was every bit a snobbish, uptight princess (unless she was hoeing into a still-twitching half-eaten pigeon she had caught and dragged from the tree in our front yard). The issue was convincing dad - he doesn't like to spend money, and having a cat was a huge expense in terms of food, toys, bedding, collars, equipment - it wasn't really feasible to desire what we did, but we were all prepared to go in guns blazing when a notice attracted my eye on the internet. I had been doing a search on where to get young cats (we didn't want the 8 week old kittens all the pet stores sold, we wanted to adopt). The Cat Haven - I can't remember where it is exactly, but I know we drove a hell of a lot to get there - was offering a sale, buy one cat get one free for $150, neutering included in the cost if necessary. A bargain - it took ten minutes for us (with mum on our side) to convince him not only to get a cat, but two, one for me and one for Jake.

We went out on a Saturday, all of us super excited - Dad decided to stay home and get the bathroom down back ready for the little kitties to stay in, so it was just us and mum driving out to the Cat Haven. Going there was hard; I was a little stressed out because no one was listening to me when I said not to enter the side of the enclosure labelled 'adult cats', as that wasn't what we were after. I had to usher them into the younger cat section before my little brother (only 9) got attached to them all. There weren't a lot in the young cat section around the age we wanted, 6 months or so, and those that fit the bill mum wanted (age, and ginger coloured) were marked as having been sold. We really had no choice but to enter the little hutch at the end, filled with mewling, sweet little kittens.

There were a couple that were really outgoing; super happy to see us, and usually they'd be the ones you pick, right? Well, they were all predominantly white cats, no ginger, so mum wanted a little dark cat that was curled up on top of a box with another kitten. I didn't even realise she was a separate cat, I thought she was part of the other one! I picked her up and held her; she was a little scrawny, but she had the sweetest little face and when I passed her over to Jake he just fell in love with the flailing awkward thing. I was pretty sure I was going to go with the outgoing white cat when my mum again pointed out an invisible kitten, hiding in the corner of the doorway; one inch right when I entered the enclosure I would've squished her. She was absolutely tiny, and her face was pretty weird, like she'd run into a glass door and her features remained kinda squished. She was all white, save for a couple of smatterings of caramel colour that the volunteer called a 'tortoise shell' pattern. She was pretty unremarkable, until I lifted her up and got a better look at her. Tiny pink nose with a cute little black smudge on it, legs splayed out and holding onto me desperately - and the biggest, bluest eyes I'd ever seen. I'd never seen a blue-eyed cat beyond the kind of stuff you see in those cat calendars of the purebred Ragdoll or Siamese cats, but here was a little mutt of a cat with the most perfect eyes in the world - seriously, they were Gollum-pale blue, almost transparent, like ice. I remember going 'mum, she has blue eyes, she has blue eyes!' And she looked so scared, and I fell in love. I've always had a fascination with animals that are ugly in a cute way, or just look awkward - like pugs, I love them, but their faces are pretty weird.

So, long story short, the cats ingratiated themselves into our lives. Both of them were incredibly shy, and I think the staff tried to dissuade us from taking two antisocial kittens home for fear we'd return them. But no. You see, my experience with Holly as a child had led me to believe all cats were finicky and antisocial, and I desperately wanted that haughty feline presence in my life again; it seemed like she knew everything, had all the knowledge in the world, and she would always come and go and act all mysterious. I was eager to put in all the effort to receive the occasional allowance of bodily contact.

They were both three months old; the dark one was named Marmalade, the white one Poppy. Everyone was super sad to see Poppy go; her blue eyes had enchanted them as much as they did me, and she really was ridiculously tiny for her age. We were encouraged to rename them; I had already decided on Molly before we got home with the cat-carrier. I had two names picked out - Molly if she was sweet and cute and little, or Nala if she was feisty or confident or looked like a little big cat. Molly was none of the latter; and it was a nice way to pay homage to our beautiful Holly who had passed away from skin cancer some years before. Jake wanted to rename Marmalade Penny-Muffin. He was originally going to go with Muffin, but I did my best to dissuade him from the awful choice of name by suggesting Penny from the Big Bang Theory (one of his favourite shows); of course, the idiot put them together and made it even worse, until mum just bluntly told him there was no way her name would be Penny-Muffin, because it was torture. I suggested Nala, Boots, Twinkles, Princess, before I desperately cast around my memory for a suitable name. I was watching Home and Away at the time, and there was some stupid girl called Rosie (hated her, but always liked the name) and I suggested that. It's funny, because on first sight she doesn't look like a Rosie; but she owns the name better than she did Marmalade. She is Rosie.

Our pretty little Rose, the cuddle-muffin. Ignore my leg, she decided to fall asleep on me.

She's so dark, you can't see her! We trip over her all the time.

Rosie has established herself as the resident guts and cuddle-monster of the family. She steals the food, eats anything you give her and spends her free time sleeping or invading your personal space to curl up on your lap like a baby, belly up so she can be stroked. Molly is the resident schizo; she jumps at every noise, she acts like a dog a lot of the time, and she has a fetish for crawling under people's blankets as well as anything cylindrical she shouldn't have, like straws from your juicebox or pens from your homework assignment. Rosie is a haughty little bitch, but we love her to absolute pieces, and we are seriously considering getting one of those strap-on baby carriers to cart her around and make her life complete. Molly turns her nose up at most food as a lot of cats do, and she has an unhealthy obsession with her mummy (me) and has separation anxiety whenever I go out, walking aimlessly around the house and meowing until I get home. They're both special little princesses, and we love them.

My Molly; she darkened drastically from white to dark brown as she got older.

Cheeky Molly.

Molly has conjunctivitis, which isn't great, because she doesn't react well when you force her to do something. I give her four doses of antibiotic eye drops a day, and I have to wrap her in a towel and pull her head back to prevent her from escaping. She, surprisingly, isn't kicking up too much of a fuss about it; a half-hour freakout and avoidance session before she returns to following me around the house and rubbing herself against me every time I move. I'm very proud of her, because she is an anxious cat by nature and she's allowing me to help her feel better. And it's obvious she feels better; she could barely open her eyes the other day and now, after two days, she's wide awake and alert. We hope this stuff will work; if not, we'll be going to the vet and determining what's going on once and for all. We'll likely be going for the acne she has on her chin, and the scab she gave herself from rubbing at her eye to vigorously, anyway.

Hopefully I can update the status on Molly soon. Thanks for reading!

University life

I was on the fence last year about whether or not I wanted to do medicine. On the one hand, it'd be a rewarding job and I'd likely get the validation I'd always wanted; on the other, was it really what I wanted to do? No. My favourite class was always English or Literature, and I enjoyed the classroom environment. More than that, I enjoyed the ambience of the English office; I'd spend some time in there for school papers and the like, nothing bad. Just watching the teachers all sitting around laughing, marking and cross-marking essays, offering opinions on each other's students' essays - I wanted that. To be in that kind of environment. I know not every school is the same, but still - all the books and the research and the writing. I love that kind of stuff.

Choosing to do English teaching was a last-minute decision. Literally. For university offers here, we are only offered our first course preference from a single university (the first one we make the grades for at least). We can either choose to accept the first round offer or wait for second round offers; when we get our second round offers our first round ones are cancelled. For my first round I was offered my second preference - I'm not ashamed to say I didn't get my first preference into medicine. Still, I wanted to keep my options open. But a couple hours before my second round was supposed to come in, I decided I wanted to do teaching after all.

I enrolled in the Bachelor of Education aimed at secondary students at Edith Cowan University. It's strange. When I was little I never wanted to be a princess or a fairy or a ballerina; I wanted to be a teacher. A primary school teacher, granted, but a teacher nonetheless. My brother said something the other day - this was surprising not only for its astuteness, but because it wasn't carried by an unpleasant tone. He remarked that it was funny how life turned out for me exactly how I had planned it as a child. Everything had come sort of... full circle. And it makes me happy to know that the decisions I had made as a child were the ones I would follow through with as an adult.

The courses at ECU in my major are brilliant; I was still on the fence about what I was going to choose when I researched it. They had classics courses, fiction to film, poetry, children's fantasy, graphic novels, just so much on offer. I think my mind was pretty much made up then; I enrolled not long after. I encountered some difficulties with choosing my minor as a) I didn't know what the hell a minor was, and b) I didn't know whereabouts I was meant to choose from. I ended up enrolling in Social Sciences, so that I might be a teacher of history, economics, geography and politics to years 7 to 10. I might go back someday and major in it; being a history teacher was a close second to my first English preference. I was on the fence about choosing science, but then I'd have to do science and I didn't really feel like returning to that. I was also considering choosing religion, because I had always been pretty good at that, but apparently you have to be a recognised Catholic to do that.

University is hard - harder than high school, though I would say it is definitely less stressful. Even if you have assessments for all classes due in the same week you've still got around five days to work through them all, unlike high school, where you'd probably have to stay up until the early hours of the morning to get everything done. There's no high-stakes testing pressures, either - we're all done with it now, thank God. The strange thing about my uni is that it is multi-campus; I know there are quite a few unis that have rural campuses, but ECU has two separate campuses within a half-hour's travel for me. There's one at Joondalup - the main one - and at Mount Lawley, which I go to as it has all my classes there this year. Apparently if you're a student there you usually end up having lectures and tutorials at both campuses by the time you've graduated. I reckon that's pretty cool - I haven't been to the Joondalup campus yet, but my friend has as she says it's around twice the size of ML. ML's pretty easy to get lost in though, so I'm not sure if I'm looking forward to it or not.

Assessments are weird here. I suppose they're weird at all universities, though. In high-school, you had free reign over what your assessment looked like, or it was handwritten so presentation wasn't even really a factor. But in uni you have to have your margins a certain way, Times New Roman double-spaced and a formatted header and footer. Luckily formatting is to me what cleaning is to Monica, so I'm pretty much set - to the point where I've actually almost finished an entire semester's worth of work in one class and I'm only half-way through. So I'll be catching up with the other classes soon, especially since next week is the mid-semester break. Essays galore for me!

So that's life for me at uni at the moment. I'll be keeping you all updated, hopefully some of my scores come in soon.

Thanks for reading!

You know nothing, Jon Snow.

Featuring Margaery Tyrell, because she doesn't have a tagline as cool as Jon's.

Jon Snow Funko Pop! - Series 4 Castle Black Jon (muddy variant).

I was super pleased with this Pop! The detailing was excellent, and I really loved the muddy paint they sort of slapped over his armour. They gave him a weather-worn costume as well, which I find super realistic and cool. I got this Pop! because of the eyebrows; I love Jon, he's one of my favourites, but I wasn't really feeling his other Pop!s. They just didn't really look like him; with the broody intense eyebrows though, it's really easy to tell just who this figure is! There's a little bleeding on the hairline, and the sword is a little bendy, but I'm really quite fine with that, and the quality is overall pretty perfect.

I also got a Margaery Tyrell Pop! because I really admire her character. Sure, she's a scheming manipulative bitch, but she'd be boring if she was just nice. The way she plays Joffrey and Cersei like a pair of fiddles, though - fantastic. Really love this Pop!, the detailing is super fantastic, and I love how they included Natalie Dormer's 'piggy' nose. So cute!

Margaery Tyrell Funko Pop! - Series 6 Margaery.

I got these from Popcultcha.com; the shipping price was really decent, and these arrived within two days of the warehouse guys shipping them out. I was pretty happy with the quality; more so on the Margaery figure than the Jon Snow one, because there's a little bit of discolouration on the Jon Snow, but oh well. Perhaps that can be attributed to the muddiness of this variation. Overall, I'm really happy to be adding these two to my GoT Pop! collection.

Thanks for reading!