game of thrones as the real housewives of westeros

A dragon is not a slave.

“My queen,” the big man said slowly, “all you say is true. But Rhaegar lost on the Trident. He lost the battle, he lost the war, he lost the kingdom, and he lost his life. His blood swirled downriver with the rubies from his breastplate, and Robert the Usurper rode over his corpse to steal the Iron Throne. Rhaegar fought valiantly, Rhaegar fought nobly, Rhaegar fought honorably. And Rhaegar died.”

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“I keep remembering the Stark words. Winter has come, Father. For me. For me. Robb must fight the Greyjoys now as well as the Lannisters, and for what? For a gold hat and an iron chair? Surely the land has bled enough. I want my girls back, I want Robb to lay down his sword and pick some homely daughter of Walder Frey to make him happy and give him sons. I want Bran and Rickon back. I want… Catelyn hung her head. “I want,” she said once more, and then her words were gone.”

bwhish:

#little rascals #you warm my heart

Game of Thrones, season 2 (larger)

stonehearting:

sometimes she felt as though her heart had turned to stone

offbeatorbit:

deadgirlblogging:

8 inspirational caps of: cheese boy
↳ the cheese will be served after the cakes, my lady

#CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT HIM OK #the stately way in which he brings the cheese yet sets it down with such gentleness such vulnerability #my heart skips a beat when he quirks his eyebrow and dares state his opinion to this powerful woman but he does it subtly softly #yet with a little bit of sass #this boy knows how to play the game ladies and gentlemen this boy is coming back for the throne for westeros for everything #there are no men like him only him #his skin has turned from provolone to chèvre to brie #fondue cuts deeper than swords

#his skin has turned from provolone to chèvre to brie

“He thought of Robb, with snowflakes melting in his hair.”

Margaery was different, though.

bellamy-young:

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Sansa felt as though she were in a dream