The Signature Thing

Sophie Turner and Rose Leslie for Radio Times.

Oh my god, fierce ginger alert times two!

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galleryofthrones:

The Lannister Family by ~bubug

Hot off the presses! We interrupt our SanSan Saturday to bring you a new piece by the illustrious bubug!

Ser Pounce!

theonflayedjoy:

‘She was sixteen, brown-haired and brown-eyed, slender and beautiful. The people called out her name as she passed, held up their children for her blessing, and scattered flowers under the hooves of her horse’

Teen royalty.

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starworksartists:

3/18/13

Natalie Dormer attends the Los Angeles premiere of “Game of Thrones” Season 3.

Makeup by Mai Quynh for Starworks Artists.

I’m usually not a fan of the “folded napkin” dress but she looks A+ fantastic.

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and who are you?

They killed Lord Eddard and Lady Catelyn and King Robb. He was our king! He was brave and good and the Freys murdered him. If Lord Stannis will avenge him, we should join Lord Stannis.

→ Wylla Manderly, A Dance with Dragons

I’m about halfway through ADWD and to be honest, not loving it. I just think that after reading approximately 4500 pages of this series, I shouldn’t be having the, “Wait, I have no idea what is going on and none of the names on this page are remotely familiar” feeling so regularly. But anyway, this is cool graphic and I DO know how Wylla Manderly is, because she’s a fierce little HBIC.

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If George R.R. Martin doesn’t give these two some small amount of peace and happiness I will HUNT TO KILL.

There’s no way I can successfully pull off a Cersei Halloween costume, is there?

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Jaime. The name was a knife, twisting in her belly. “Lady Catelyn, I…you do not understand, Jaime…he saved me from being raped when the bloody Mummers took us, and later he came back for me, he leapt into the bear pit empty-handed…I swear to you, he is not the man he was. He sent me after Sansa to keep her safe, he could not have had a part in the Red Wedding.”

Lady Catelyn’s fingers dug deep into her throat, and the words came rattling out, choked and broken, a stream as cold as ice. The northman said, “She says that you must choose. Take the sword and slay the Kingslayer, or be hanged for a betrayer. The sword or the noose, she says. Choose, she says. Choose.”

[…] She took a ragged breath and said, “I will not make that choice.”

All I want is for Jaime and Brienne to live happily ever after. That’s going to happen immediately after this excerpt, right? RIGHT? (I’m probably going to need some fanfic to soothe these heartaches.)

This is kind of deceptively cheery for Theon/the Iron Islands. Like, the Greyjoys aren’t running a summer camp with sailing lessons and seafood cookery classes. No, they are drowning each other and being assholes to their sons. But as I read the Iron Island chapters in A Feast for Crows, I feel a certain fondness for its awful people. They work hard for what they have, they believe in a meritocracy (kind of—poor Asha! Probably the one person in all of Westeros who’s actually fit to rule), they believe fiercely in their gods. They walk the walk, is what I’m saying, and I respect that.

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“Defend the king. Obey the king. Keep his secrets. Do his bidding. Your life for his. But obey your father. Love your sister. Protect the innocent. Defend the weak. Respect the gods. Obey the laws.

It’s too much.”

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#this is EXHAUSTING

I started reading A Feast for Crows this weekend. Every time one of the Stark kids thinks they’re the only one still alive, I want to stab myself in the heart with an icicle.

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