“Not only do we live among the stars, the stars live within us.”
>check this out> optimism, pessimism; fuck that, we're gonna make it happen tracking oswaldest non lucror, exposita scientia, ad astra

brientarth:

What have I unleashed upon the world? I am the blood of the dragon,
Daenerys thought.
If they are monsters, so am I.

theloupgaroux:

one cannot be saviour and oppresor, light and shadow. one has to be sacrificed for the other. choose, and choose wisely.

petyrbaelishs:

That was when Lord Baelish had said, “Oh, I don’t know, Septa. Some of her lord father’s decisions could do with a bit of questioning. The young lady is as wise as she is lovely.” He made a sweeping bow to Sansa, so deep she was not quite sure if she was being complimented or mocked. Septa Mordane had been very upset to realize that Lord Baelish had overheard them. “The girl was just talking, my lord,” she’d said. “Foolish chatter. She meant nothing by the comment.” Lord Baelish stroked his little pointed beard and said, “Nothing? Tell me, child, why would you have sent Ser Loras?” Sansa had no choice but to explain about heroes and monsters. The king’s councillor smiled. “Well, those are not the reasons I’d have given, but …” He had touched her cheek, his thumb lightly tracing the line of a cheekbone. “Life is not a song, sweetling. You may learn that one day to your sorrow.” ♦ requested by @emmawintertownes

drakoschei:

alternative book covers : a song of ice and fire series by george r.r. martin

granduchessa:

 "Did the Lannisters kill the people who lived here?” 
Arya asked as she helped Anguy dry the horses.
“No.” He pointed. “Look at how thick the moss
grows on the stones. No one’s moved them for
a long time. And there’s a tree growing out of
the wall there, see? This place was put to the
torch a long time ago.”
“Who did it, then?” asked Gendry.
“Hoster Tully.” Notch was a stooped thin
grey-haired man, born in these parts
“This was Lord Goodbrook’s village. When Riverrun
declared for Robert, Goodbrook stayed loyal to the
king, so Lord Tully came down on him with fire and sword.
After the Trident, Goodbrook’s son made his peace with
Robert and Lord Hoster, but that didn’t help the dead none.”

melodical:

seven houses (3/7) - asoiafminor meme
House Reed of Greywater Watch is a noble house from Greywater Watch, and one of the principal families in the North. They rule the crannogmen, small men who live in swamps and marshes from the Neck. According to semi-canon sources their arms are a black lizard-lion on grey-green

targaryrn:
“ ♛ ASOIAF aesthetics meme: favorite houses [3/3]
↳ House Stark
“House Stark of Winterfell is one of the Great Houses of Westeros and the principal noble house of the North; many lesser houses are sworn to them. In days of old they ruled...

targaryrn:

ASOIAF aesthetics meme: favorite houses [3/3]

House Stark

House Stark of Winterfell is one of the Great Houses of Westeros and the principal noble house of the North; many lesser houses are sworn to them. In days of old they ruled as Kings of Winter, but since the Wars of Conquest by House Targaryen they have been Wardens of the North. Their seat, Winterfell, is an ancient castle renowned for its strength.

dearladysansa:

asoiaf meme (minor characters): 1/10 characters

Rupert Friend as Garlan Tyrell

Ser Garlan Tyrell, better known as Garlan the Gallant, is a knight of House Tyrell, the second son of Lord Mace Tyrell and Lady Alerie Hightower. Garlan is similar in appearance to his younger brother, Ser Loras Tyrell, but he is taller, more broadly built, and has a beard. He is an exceptionally skilled swordsman, preferring to train against three or four swordsmen, so as to better prepare himself for actual battle,  but his lack of interest in gaining glory makes him less famous than Loras. Garlan was plump in his youth. His elder brother, Willas, shrewdly dubbed him the Gallant to save him from the indignity that befell an uncle, nicknamed Garlan the Gross. He is married to Leonette of House Fossoway.

witchofthekorcari:

asoiaf meme: [1/7] relationships || Ned and Lyanna Stark

Promise me, Ned. The fever had taken her strength and her voice had been faint as a whisper, but when he gave her his word, the fear had gone out of his sister’s eyes. Ned remembered the way she had smiled then, how tightly her fingers had clutched his as she gave up her hold on life, the rose petals spilling from her palm, dead and black.

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