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jonsnowsbiatch: JON SNOW WEEK | DAY SIX | DR…

jonsnowsbiatch:

JON SNOW WEEK | DAY SIX | DREAMS

“And then I find myself in front of the door to the crypts. It’s black inside, and I can see the steps spiraling down. Somehow I know I have to go down there, but I don’t want to. I’m afraid of what might be waiting for me,”

pendovah:a blue flower grew from a chink in a …

pendovah:

a blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice and filled the air with sweetness

// she had loved the scent of winter roses

dailyjonaryadany:

dailyjonaryadany:

#look at our queens and their victory struts

elizabthturner: if you could only see the bea…

elizabthturner:

if you could only see the beast you’ve made of me
                   
 jon snow is the white wolf

starkhousesource: The Kingslayer, he escaped …

starkhousesource:

The Kingslayer, he escaped in the night.

jonsnowsbiatch: JON SNOW WEEK | DAY FIVE | TRI…

jonsnowsbiatch:

JON SNOW WEEK | DAY FIVE | TRIUMPH

“He’s my king from this day until his last day.“

dreamofspring: JON SNOW WEEK | Day TwoFavorite…

dreamofspring:

JON SNOW WEEK | Day Two
Favorite Quote › 
“We look up at the same stars, and see such different things.”

So many stars, he thought as he trudged up the slope through pines and firs and ash. Maester Luwin had taught him his stars as a boy in Winterfell; he had learned the names of the twelve houses of heaven and the rulers of each; he could find the seven wanderers sacred to the Faith; he was old friends with the Ice Dragon, the Shadowcat, the Moonmaid, and the Sword of the Morning. | ASOS · Jon III

robbstark: Arya Stark appreciation 2/- “You pl…

robbstark:

Arya Stark appreciation 2/-

“You play at being a servant, but in your heart you are a lord’s daughter. You have taken other names, but you wore them as lightly as you might wear a gown. Under them was always Arya.”

robbstark:

robbstark:

Arya Stark appreciation 1/-

sardoniyx: ❆ JON SNOW WEEK ❆ → day three:…

sardoniyx:


JON SNOW WEEK


day three: family

And Arya… he missed her even more than Robb, skinny little thing that she was, all scraped knees and tangled hair and torn clothes, so fierce and willful. Arya never seemed to fit, no more than he had… yet she could always make Jon smile. He would give anything to be with her now, to muss up her hair once more and watch her make a face, to hear her finish a sentence with him.