To all the people who say “that’s going to look terrible when you’re older” fuck you, this older woman I met at work today has two sleeves and other tattoos in other various places and looks amazing and I would love to look like this rad grandma when I’m her age.
What was your fondest memory of working with Karen?
Matt: Oh god, there’s so many. Because for me and Karen, we sort of met, and—did any of you see she tweeted a photo of us at our first camera test, did any of you see that? And I can’t tell you how nervous we were. And we look it, in the photo, we’re like, “oh my god, what’s happening, everyone’s telling us that we’re in Doctor Who, people are meant to like us and everyone loves David and Catherine and please don’t hate us…” And so going on that journey was sort of amazing.
Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile.