ser-jaimelannisters:

a woman may weep, but not a queen.

hugh-michael-horace-dancy:

June 19th, 1975

game of hair: part 2

theonflayedjoy:

_{Olenna Tyrell: The Baddest Bitch in all the Seven Kingdoms}

_{game of thrones meme: eight quotes [7/8]}

_{↳ “Why is it always the innocents who suffer most, when you high lords play your game of thrones?”}

fearlesskorra:

All right! Team Avatar is back! Air. Water. Earth. Fire. Fan and sword!

Littlefinger was only a mask he had to wear. Only sometimes Sansa found it hard to tell where the man ended and the mask began. Littlefinger and Lord Petyr looked so very much alike. She would have fled them both, perhaps, but there was nowhere for her to go. Winterfell was burned and desolate, Bran and Rickon dead and cold. Robb had been betrayed and murdered at the Twins, along with their lady mother. Tyrion had been put to death for killing Joffrey, and if she ever returned to King’s Landing the queen would have her head as well. The aunt she’d hoped would keep her safe had tried to murder her instead. Her uncle Edmure was a captive of the Freys, while her great-uncle the Blackfish was under siege at Riverrun. I have no place but here, Sansa thought miserably, and no true friend but Petyr.

Littlefinger was only a mask he had to wear. Only sometimes Sansa found it hard to tell where the man ended and the mask began. Littlefinger and Lord Petyr looked so very much alike. She would have fled them both, perhaps, but there was nowhere for her to go. Winterfell was burned and desolate, Bran and Rickon dead and cold. Robb had been betrayed and murdered at the Twins, along with their lady mother. Tyrion had been put to death for killing Joffrey, and if she ever returned to King’s Landing the queen would have her head as well. The aunt she’d hoped would keep her safe had tried to murder her instead. Her uncle Edmure was a captive of the Freys, while her great-uncle the Blackfish was under siege at Riverrun. I have no place but here, Sansa thought miserably, and no true friend but Petyr.

By the time you read these words, Rory and I will be long gone, so know that we lived well and we’re very happy. And above all else, know that we will love you. Always. Sometimes I do worry about you, though. I think once we’re gone you won’t be coming back here for a while and you might be alone, which you should never be. Don’t be alone, Doctor.