game of thrones – Page 7

“Drogon,” she sang out loudly, sweetly, all her fear forgotten. “Dracarys.”

We don’t get to choose who we love.

Meera Reed was sixteen, a woman grown, but she stood no higher than her brother. All the crannogmen were small, she told Bran once when he asked why she wasn’t taller. Brown-haired, green-eyed, and flat as a boy, she walked with a supple grace that Bran could only watch and envy.

kendra-p:

Hey I love Game of Thrones

(Inspired by lots of wonderful gifs and photo sets, thanks internet!)

‘They had lights inside their eyes’

renlybaratheon:

I don’t blame him. And I don’t blame you either. We don’t get to choose who we love.

mashamorevna:

To Winterfell we pledge the faith of Greywater. Hearth and heart and harvest we yield up to you, my lord. Our swords and spears and arrows are yours to command. Grant mercy to our weak, help to our helpless, and justice to all, and we shall never fail you. I swear it by earth and water. I swear it by bronze and iron. “We swear it by ice and fire.”

alikat7:

yeah they don’t look at all suspicious

veronicafitzosborne:

AU MEME → Jaime/Brienne + spies! → for @somethingofthewolf

“Woman?” She chuckled. “Is that meant to insult me? I would return the slap, if I took you for a man.”