And what of my wrath?

whooshincomesthehair:

Alex: He (Moffat) shares everything with me.

whooshincomesthehair:

Alex: He (Moffat) shares everything with me.



“Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is a part of being human—-““THEN—I—DON’T—WANT—TO—BE—HUMAN!”

“Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is a part of being human—-“
“THEN—I—DON’T—WANT—TO—BE—HUMAN!”

posted 2 weeks ago via myladymother · originally sirblack
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Who’s your favorite character?


les-jours-tristes:

Ugh, stop being so adorable.

les-jours-tristes:

Ugh, stop being so adorable.



with all the world’s graces at her command

with all the world’s graces at her command

posted 2 weeks ago via entale · originally calikalie
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“It is told in the Lay of Leithian that Beren came stumbling into Doriath grey and bowed as with many years of woe, so great had been the torment of the road. But wandering in the summer in the woods of Neldoreth he came upon Lúthien, daughter of Thingol and Melian, at a time of evening under moonrise, as she danced upon the unfading grass in the glades beside Esgalduin. Then all memory of his pain departed from him, and he fell into an enchantment; for Lúthien was the most beautiful of all the Children of Iluvatar. Blue was her raiment as the unclouded heaven, but her eyes were grey as the starlit evening; her mantle was sewn with golden flowers, but her hair was dark as the shadows of twilight. As the light upon the leaves of trees, as the voice of clear waters, as the stars above the mists of the world, such was her glory and her loveliness; and in her face was a shining light.” - The Silmarillion, Chapter XIX - Of Beren and Lúthien

“It is told in the Lay of Leithian that Beren came stumbling into Doriath grey and bowed as with many years of woe, so great had been the torment of the road. But wandering in the summer in the woods of Neldoreth he came upon Lúthien, daughter of Thingol and Melian, at a time of evening under moonrise, as she danced upon the unfading grass in the glades beside Esgalduin. Then all memory of his pain departed from him, and he fell into an enchantment; for Lúthien was the most beautiful of all the Children of Iluvatar. Blue was her raiment as the unclouded heaven, but her eyes were grey as the starlit evening; her mantle was sewn with golden flowers, but her hair was dark as the shadows of twilight. As the light upon the leaves of trees, as the voice of clear waters, as the stars above the mists of the world, such was her glory and her loveliness; and in her face was a shining light.” - The Silmarillion, Chapter XIX - Of Beren and Lúthien


Ned’s hands are bound when he speaks his last words to her.

“Perhaps it is you who should hold the sword,” he says.

His eyes do not leave hers until they pull him away and make him kneel.

The crowd roars when the blade comes down.

Cersei blinks. [x]

posted 3 weeks ago via crowned--stag · originally greyjoyss
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You may write me down in historyBut still, like dust, I’ll rise… 

You may write me down in history
But still, like dust, I’ll rise… 


amomentsindulgence:

| ASOIAF :Minimalist Character Posters | Alayne Stone

amomentsindulgence:

ASOIAF :Minimalist Character Posters | Alayne Stone


nevertravelled:

Amnesty? I’m going to eat their livers. Amnesty!

nevertravelled:

Amnesty? I’m going to eat their livers. Amnesty!