call on such lost creatures to defend you


695 notes | 1 day ago , via clawsandfangs | from suchasadaffair

Lips red as blood. Hair black as night.

Lips red as blood. Hair black as night.




103658 notes | 1 day ago , via sherleck | from mis0neism
  • night before school: i want to look attractive tomorrow
  • morning of school: nevermind



4072 notes | 1 day ago , via killaheart | from clawsandfangs

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396 notes | 1 day ago , via jonquille | from stannis
And so he spoke, that lord of Castamere.
And so he spoke, that lord of Castamere.

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524 notes | 1 day ago , via cerseilannisterss | from fightlesbird

You have eyes Huntsman but you do not see. She is destined to end the darkness.

You have eyes Huntsman but you do not see. She is destined to end the darkness.

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786 notes | 1 day ago , via slayground | from slayground
slayground:

When we were young, Jaime and I, we looked so much alike. Even our father couldn’t tell us apart. I could never understand why they treated us differently. Jaime was taught to fight with sword and lance and mace, and I was taught to smile and sing and please. He was heir to Casterly Rock and I was sold to some stranger like a horse to be ridden whenever he desired.

slayground:

When we were young, Jaime and I, we looked so much alike. Even our father couldn’t tell us apart. I could never understand why they treated us differently. Jaime was taught to fight with sword and lance and mace, and I was taught to smile and sing and please. He was heir to Casterly Rock and I was sold to some stranger like a horse to be ridden whenever he desired.




171 notes | 1 day ago , via stabmeintheneck | from stabmeintheneck
stabmeintheneck:

30 Days of ASOIAF: Day Six | Characters you want to see interact | Sansa Stark & Daenerys Targaryen

stabmeintheneck:

30 Days of ASOIAF: Day Six | Characters you want to see interact | Sansa Stark & Daenerys Targaryen




233 notes | 1 day ago , via stabmeintheneck | from stabmeintheneck

At the edge of the wolfswood, Bran turned in his basket for one last glimpse at the castle that had been his life. Wisps of smoke still rose into the grey sky, but no more than might have risen from Winterfell’s chimneys on a cold autumn afternoon. Soot stains marked some of the arrow loops, and here and there a crack or a missing merlon could be seen in the curtain wall, but it seemed little enough from the distance. Beyond, the tops of the keeps and towers still stood as they had for hundreds of years, and it was hard to tell that the castle had been sacked and burned at all. The stone is strong, Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winterfell sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought, I’m not dead either. 

At the edge of the wolfswood, Bran turned in his basket for one last glimpse at the castle that had been his life. Wisps of smoke still rose into the grey sky, but no more than might have risen from Winterfell’s chimneys on a cold autumn afternoon. Soot stains marked some of the arrow loops, and here and there a crack or a missing merlon could be seen in the curtain wall, but it seemed little enough from the distance. Beyond, the tops of the keeps and towers still stood as they had for hundreds of years, and it was hard to tell that the castle had been sacked and burned at all. The stone is strong, Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winterfell sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought, I’m not dead either. 

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6676 notes | 2 days ago , via widowsting | from chekhov

ne-yo:

I didn’t come to this website to make friends

I came to win

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571 notes | 3 days ago , via stabmeintheneck | from stabmeintheneck
stabmeintheneck:

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. He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.

stabmeintheneck:

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. He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.




30813 notes | 6 days ago , via ludwiggermany | from ludwiggermany
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ludwiggermany:

Tom Hiddleston fans.

PLUG YOUR HEADPHONES BEFORE LISTENING!

Words: I will be the first man to kiss you. To bed you. Whether you come willingly or not, you will be mine, and mine alone. Do you understand?




1616 notes | 6 days ago , via irenegaydler | from wenbys

a couple of master assassins 

a couple of master assassins 

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21 notes | 1 week ago , via hintretro | from hintretro

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770 notes | 1 week ago , via steviepies | from steviepies

Crawling in my skin, these wounds, they will not heal.

Crawling in my skin, these wounds, they will not heal.

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