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[magpiecrust]

Crow: Can I shoot him? Tom: Not in public.

[100-great-books]

[rozsesandart]

Lady Catelyn Stark with her and lord of Winterfell Eddard Stark’s firstborn son, Robb Stark 🐺

Art by @rozsesandart

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[thebeesareback]

I think it's very funny that in Game of Thrones Catlyn gets a coded letter from Lysa, because you might assume it's in some kind of Westerosi Pig Latin, but if you've ever spoken to teenage girls you'll know that they just use ridiculous nicknames and weird references. There's a chance what the note actually said was:

"Goldilocks Cece and Uncle Blackfish's fanboy mothered Old J, stay Frey" instead of "Queen Cersei and Jamie killed Jon Arryn, be cautious"

[inlovewithquotes]

"How is it that you did not wed?" Jaime asked him.

"Why, I went to Tarth and saw her. I had six years on her, yet the wench could look me in the eye. She was a sow in silk, though most sows have bigger teats. When she tried to talk she almost chocked on her own tongue. I gave her a rose and told her it was all that she would ever have from me." Connington glanced into the pit. "The bear was less hairy than that freak, I'll----"

Jaime's golden hand cracked him across the mouth so hard the other knight went stumbling down the steps. His lantern fell and smashed, and the oil spread out, burning.

"You are speaking of a highborn lady, ser. Call her by her name. Call her Brienne."

Connington edged away from the spreading flames on his hands and knees. "Brienne. If it please my lord." He spat a glob of blood on Jaime's foot. "Brienne the Beauty."

-A Feast For Crows

[silverflameataraxia]

I've said this before, but I'll say it again. One of my favorite aspects of Arya's storyline is that no matter where she is, no matter who she is pretending to be, she always has a way of surrounding herself with friends.

Sansa knew all about the sorts of people Arya liked to talk to: squires and grooms and serving girls, old men and naked children, rough-spoken freeriders of uncertain birth.  Arya would make friends with anybody. This Mycah was the worst; a butcher's boy, thirteen and wild, he slept in the meat wagon and smelled of the slaughtering block.

- Sansa I, AGoT

She would make much better time on her own, Arya knew, but she could not leave them. They were her pack, her friends, the only living friends that remained to her, and if not for her they would still be safe at Harrenhal, Gendry sweating at his forge and Hot Pie in the kitchens. If the Mummers catch us, I'll tell them that I'm Ned Stark's daughter and sister to the King in the North. I'll command them to take me to my brother, and to do no harm to Hot Pie and Gendry.

- Arya I, ASoS

Cat had made friends along the wharves; porters and mummers, ropemakers and sailmenders, taverners, brewers and bakers and beggars and whores.

- Cat of the Canals III, AFFC

She missed the friends she'd had when she was Cat of the Canals; Old Brusco with his bad back, his daughters Talea and Brea, the mummers from the Ship, Merry and her whores at the Happy Port, all the other rogues and wharfside scum.

- The Blind Girl I, ADwD

[winnie-the-monster]

Jaime kissed her cheek. “He left a son.”

“Aye, he did. That is what I fear the most, in truth.”

That was a queer remark. “Why should you fear?”

“Jaime,” she said tugging on his ear, “sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna’s breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there’s some Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak…..but Tyrion is Tywin’s son, not you. I said so once to your father’s face, and he would not speak to me for half a year. Men are such thundering great fools. Even the sort who come along once in a thousand years.”

[siktheon]

Brandon Stark, The weirwood king.

My interpretation of The summer king Bran “the broken” as ancient weirwood king. Painting inspired by hours of watching David Lightbringer . The weirwood throne grew arround meleted remains of the iron throne which is still burning with remains of dragon fire. The Others were reunited with their tree homes Inside the weirwood and greenseer sits on the throne as the face of the tree. Thus the throne is a vortex of all three sources of magic.

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[twinge-of-cosmicangst]

Brienne is so I bet on loosing dogs coded

[maddiesflame]

annie.shr x daenerys targaryen layouts

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[magpiecrust]

Crow, to Tom: I would kill for you Crow: But then again, i like killing.

[brienneandjaimeworld]

[ladytrist]

Sorry honey, there wouldn’t be a show without the books 🤭

“But the books wouldn’t even get as much hype” still the books can stand on their own. The books still stand.

[witchlingcirce]

There are so many wonderful old additions of the ASOIAF series that are sooo gorgeous like these ones:

And there’s sooo many more but I honestly hope they reprint them one day- not for any reason but so I can get my grubby hands on them!!

[silverflameataraxia]

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.

- Arya II, AFFC

Needle reminds Arya of her family, and therefore it's the one thing she cannot give up to become No One. As much as she wants to be No One - the girl who isn't hurting, the girl who doesn't have a hole where her heart should be - she just can't let go of those she loves.

And remember, she wanted to go to the Wall to be with Jon. She didn't want to go to the House of Black and White. She only did, and she only does what's necessary to stay, because she has nowhere else to go.

[winnie-the-monster]

Jaime read it in the window seat, bathed in the light of that cold white morning. Qyburn’s words were terse and to the point, Cersei’s fevered and fervent, come at once, she said. Help me. Save me. I need you now as I have never needed you before. I love you. I love you. I love you. Come at once.

Vyman was hovering by the door, waiting, and Jaime sensed that Peck was watching too. “Does my lord wish to answer?” The maester asked after a long silence.

A snowflake landed on the letter. As it melted, the ink began to blur. Jaime rolled the parchment up again, as tight as one hand would allow, and handed it back to Peck. “No,” he said. “Put this in the flame.”

-A Feast For Crows