OH MY GOD, GAME OF THRONES, I CANT BREATHE, HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO WAIT ONE FUCKING YEAR, HOW ?
my feels doe.
When you’re the only person cheering for the opposite team in a group of people…
One of the best Jaime moments :D
Dancing bears.. Painted wings …Things i almost remember And a song someone sings …..Once upon a December
Someone holds me safe and warm …Horses dance through a silver storm ..Figures dancing gracefully ..Across my memory
Far away long ago …Glowing dim as an ember..Things my heart used to know …Things it yearns to remember
We met, you and I. Many years ago. You had just been born.
Our father brought me and my sister Elia with him on a visit to Casterly Rock. My first time away from Dorne. I didn’t like anything about the Rock. Not the food, not the weather, not your accents. Nothing. But the biggest disappointment…you. The whole way from Dorne all anyone talked about was the monster that had been born to Tywin Lannister. A head twice the size of his body, a tail between his legs, claws, one red eye, the privates of both a girl and a boy. When we met your sister, she promised she would show you to us. Every day we would ask. Every day she would say, “Soon.” Then she and your brother took us to your nursery and…she unveiled the freak. Your head was a bit large. Your arms and legs were a bit small, but no claw. No red eye. No tail between your legs. Just a tiny pink cock. We didn’t try to hide our disappointment. “That’s not a monster,” I told Cersei “That’s just a baby.”
Kit Harington’s reaction to the man that hid under America’s dress, Cannes 2014
Jon x Sansa, obvs! :)
shops for groceries: I think they’d make it a group trip, he pushes the cart while she picks things out.
kills the spiders: Jon (but then I think of Kit’s arachnophobia, and Jon being afraid of spiders)
comes home drunk at 3am: Jon, I can’t imagine him doing that often though
makes breakfast: they’d take turns I think, whoever wakes up first does it. Sansa’s are much more home and garden ready than Jon’s but she just appreciates the thought
remembers to feed the fish: Sansa
decorates the apartment: Sansa, she’d try to get Jon’s input but soon realize that he really has no interest in how the apartment looks
initiates duets: Sansa, of course! Jon plays along to make her happy
falls asleep first: Depends on the day. Jon tries to stay awake until she’s asleep, since that means she feels safe.
These are all fic prompts waiting to be written. :3
Tyrion: basically saying what we were all thinking.
you Starks are hard to kill.