#what is this game of thrones

[vintrage]

fire cannot kill a dragon BITCH

[saintlucretia]

the feeling when your fictional crush is so wild you can't even defend them:

[vaguely-concerned]

are. are you telling me that if the romanced mage warden dies and alistair is king, he deadass stares greagoir down over her dead body and grants the circle of ferelden its autonomy after ordering it rebuilt somewhere safer. first you have to deliberately leave him behind so he won't die for you and then he does that for you once you're gone, even when you're broken up??? absolute and literal king behaviour of the highest order????? the actions speak louder than words of it all??????? I think I hauve covid

[caffess]

Rip to the only reasonable Targaryen and her poor dragon

[movingg-picture]

Many kings had champions to defend them. Aegon was the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms; therefore, he should have seven champions, Queen Visenya decided. Thus did the Kingsguard come into being... ...[Aegon's] sisters Visenya and Rhaenys remained his partners in power throughout his reign.

FIRE & BLOOD (2018)

[mkstrigidae]

Backgrounds? *puts on sunglasses* I don't know her.

My favorite girl Sansa, here to eat lemon cakes and take names.

[aphemera]

grrm was actually so smart when he made rhaegar a depressed musician because i can actually see why everyone was so in love with him

[bloodybellycomb]

God the current TV landscape has completely destroyed audiences ability to wait for developments and to accept suspense.

"Why hasn't this couple gotten together yet??" -> it's a slow burn, it takes time

"Why is nothing resolved by the end of the season??" -> sometimes, things have to get worse before they can get better, it takes time.

The best stories take their time because instant satisfaction is not good for storytelling. Rushing things is how you end up with the finale of game of thrones, and no one wants to end up like the finale of game of thrones

[dipperscavern]

Stark men who love your smile and will do anything to see it because they think it’s the sweetest, prettiest thing ever… and who get so jealous anytime you smile at any other man because why are you giving your pretty smile to other men when you could be giving it to them?

-📰

no because youre onto something….

the stark men adore your smile. the crinkle of your eyes, the lift of your lips, the occasional show of your teeth. while you always look pretty, the stark men think you look prettiest when smiling. when smiling at them.

robb usually disguises his jealousy in the form of jests/teases. he’s trying to listen to what theons telling him, truly, but he cant tear his eyes off for where you’re smiling/laughing with someone he doesn’t know. which is strange, because he knows everybody. it only makes protectiveness join the conversation of jealousy. once the person leaves, he’ll approach you (ditching theon), grabbing a grape & popping it into his mouth — summoning his most un-accusing tone.

“He seems quite the comedian.”

“Are you jealous?” he laughs at the question (it’ll take more persuading than that)

jon is a quiet jealous type (not mentioning cocky!jon) watching you and the person you’re smiling with, jealousy unfurling in his chest. and he thinks about it all day too. lets it upset him, chastises himself for being jealous, and still remains jealous when you retreat to your shared chambers later that night. he wont say anything about it unless you coax it out of him. unfortunately for him, he’s a terrible liar, and you’re quick to catch on.

“Are you jealous?”

“No.” but he’s soooooo unconvincing. not making eye contact and swallowing the lie after he says it. you just smile, kissing him to show him he’s got nothing to be jealous over.

cregan is the silent jealous type too, but if you ask, he wont deny it. watching you converse with a lord he is not particularly fond of — the grip on his goblet absentmindedly tightening as he watches you flash the lord a smile. you’re only being polite, he knows this, but he thinks you far too worthy to offer such a gift to someone he deems undeserving (he isn’t). once you return to the seat beside him, you see the stormy expression on his face, different than just the usual furrow of his brows. if you catch on, he’ll never lie to you.

“Are you jealous, cregan?”

“Does that displease you?”

[thewench-and-thekingslayer]

Gwendoline Christie talks Game of Thrones on "Watch What Happens Live" / January 16, 2025

[emmaziadarcy]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 2.08

[inkandarsenic]

Every day I wish GRRM would quit writing about Targaryens and start writing about the history of the Starks. You’re telling me they have 8000 years of history, stretching back to the First Men, and you want to focus on the dragon people? Give me more of the Starks. The war with the Children of the Forest, the Wall, “there must always be a Stark in Winterfell” I want so much more of them

[demonsthenes13-blog]

[ponypickle]

I will never not be sad by the de-fangification of our female characters on hotd. we could've had all of them serving cunt and warfare/bloodthirstiness but instead they are all 'peaceful' and everything is the men's fault 🙄🥲.

a cersei-esque alicent dead set on having her kids on the throne at all costs because she believes it's their gods given right, ready to slay everyone who gets in her way

rhaenyra asking her feral husband to eliminate anyone and anything that offends her, like vaemond, a son for a son, etc. stopping at nothing to get HER throne because SHE wants it, not stopping at anything to achieve her goals

rhaenys ready to ride into war for her queen to slay all her enemies instead of feeling bitter as she came across in the show a lot of the time

baela truly being the embodiment of her father in female form, being feral and ready to eliminate everything at once, etc.

oh, the show we could've had if they just weren't scared of the audiences reactions to powerful decisive women that aren't apologetic about their claims to power and what they believe is their's.

[ladyadaine]

Y'all, where is Alysanne "Black Aly" Blackwood, who slew Ser Amos Bracken with a weirwood arrow during the battle of the Burning Mill and commanded three hundred archers of the riverlands? Where is the Lady Sabitha Frey, "who would sooner ride than dance, wore mail instead of silk, and was fond of killing men and kissing women"? The two shared a tent during the campaign but I doubt we'll see that

We saw the Lady Jeyne Arryn, but got no mention to the fact that she was rumored to prefer women. Where is Jeyne's dear companion Jessamyn Redfort and didn't one the few female rulers in westerosi history say her iconic line "In this world of men, we women must band together"?

They're erasing our sapphics and I won't stand for it

[cassie48]

𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙩 2

Masterlist part one

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : ᴊᴀᴄᴀᴇʀʏs ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ x ғᴇᴍ!ᴛᴡɪɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ : ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴊᴀᴄᴀᴇʀʏs ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ᴛᴡɪɴ sɪsᴛᴇʀ ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪʙʀᴀʀʏ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍᴀɴʏ ʙᴏᴏᴋs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʟɪɴᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴀ break

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs : ᴛᴡɪɴᴄᴇsᴛ, ғᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴄɪᴇᴠɪɴɢ, ᴋɪssɪɴɢ.

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When your mother had tasked you and Jacaerys with researching about your bloodline, you were excited. You were eager to know more about your family.

However once you and your brother began the task it became more boring and frustrating than anything else. You had read through countless books, but you found no possible candidates.

Sighing, you turned the page of the book you were reading. This caught the attention of Jacaerys who looked at you with a questioning look on his face.

“Bored, sister?” He teased, knowing you were insanely bored. He was too. He offered to help you when your mother requested you do it. He didn’t want to leave you with the job alone.

You nodded, hugging as yet again nothing was of use from the book you read. You slammed it shut with frustration evident in your features.

Jacaerys smirked at your actions, closing his own book in a less dramatic way. You lay your head in your hands on the table, closing your eyes.

You only smiled again when you felt your twin brother place his hand on your thigh. You lifted your head up to look at him once more.

“There’s nothing in these books jace! It’s so..” you trailed off trying to find the right words for how you were feeling at this moment.

“Frustrating?” He said knowing the word you were looking for. You nodded sighing as you looked at him with tired eyes.

“Perhaps you just need a distraction for a while sister” Jacaerys smirked, moving slightly closer to you on the large bench you both sat on.

Sighing again and looking down at the table you said “And what do you recommend I do, brother?”

At your question Jacaerys smirked, placing his hands on either side of your waist “I could think of a few things” he said.

Before you could question him again he had lifted you up, sitting you down on the edge on the table, making you laugh at his actions.

“Brother, what are you up to?” You asked with a confused face as he only smirked at your words, shoving the bench out of the way.

Before you could say anything else, Jacaerys began to trail his hands up your skirt, pushing your dress out of the way.

Your eyes widened and your brows furred “Jace not here! Anyone could walk in!” You whisper-yelled at him.

This only egged him on further “Let them” he said, and with that he had finally made contact with his mouth on your bare pussy.

Your back arched, gripping either side of the table as your brother began lapping his tongue at your folds.

“Oh gods jace!” You yelled as he held your waist to keep you in place, his tongue continuing to devour your folds.

As you began moaning his name, it only made him quicken his movements, and your hand went to his head, gripping his dark curls with your hand as you cried his name.

“Feels so good” you moaned, struggling to get any words out at all as your brother pleased you. After a few more minutes of him eating you out, your grip on his head tightened, your body tensing up.

“That’s right, cum for me sweet sister” Jacaerys told you, grinning your hips tightly as you came on his mouth, a moaning mess.

Once you had calmed down from your orgasm, he pulled the bench back, sitting on it before pulling you back down to sit on his lap.

He smirked at your exhausted face, brushing some stray strands of hair out of your face. He kissed your lips, making you taste yourself.

He pulled back, and you lay your head on his shoulder.“Feeling a little less frustrated dear sister?”