High in the halls of the kings who are gone

Jenny would dance with her ghosts

Sophie Turner for PORTER MAGAZINE

by Helen Morgun

Sometimes duty is the death of love

QUEEN OF THE ASHES

Nothing else matters. Only us.

The Dance of Dragons

You were the best of them

… and blue eyes

7x07 | 8x02

Game of Thrones 8x02 - Jonerys

That crypt scene all together had me like:

Hello. Itsa me Dumb-io.

I just realised that in Dany’s vision Red Keep wasn’t full of snow, but full of ASHES. Cus ashеs fall just like snow and look like snow aaaand. It was always bound to happen

melodyoffire:

David Benioff thinks it’s justifiable that Daenerys went mad after 7 seasons of being a just ruler who freed others from enslavement, NEVER put herself in the position to risk the lives of innocents, and valued the voice of the people, because “ultimately she’s a Targaryen”; yet Jon Snow, ALSO A TARGARYEN, is somehow immune to this predisposed genetic disease because… he’s a man?Say it like it is, David. Just say you don’t care about women and be done with it.

Allright, no one likes how Dany went mad. But isn’t Jon not just A MAN, but, like… A Targaryen born from Targaryen AND Stark? Wasn’t incest what caused madness to be so common in Targaryens? And Dany is, like, daughter of incest, while Jon is ok, because his parents are not brother and sister?

No one denies that writers do something weird with Dany’s arv, make her mad, but at least they don’t make Jon not-mad just because he is a MAN and the show makers are sexist. At least here we have the normal reason for him not to be mad.

Think whatever you want, Jon might be a wimp and writers may be misogynystic/sexist/whatever. But he is nit mad just because he is a man. Don’t take this farther than it has to be.

Jamie x Brienne: A Good-Bye

I had to.

           She always saw the best in him.

           Even when he couldn’t see it in himself.

           Especially when he couldn’t see it in himself.

           His heart hurt.

           He looked into her eyes, saw the love, the expectation, the purity of her soul and knew…

           He had to make it right.

           Had to right his wrongs, atone for all his sons, one way or another.

           He had to make himself worthy of this beautiful, honorable woman who made him feel whole, made him feel like he was worth a damn.

           He looked into her eyes and knew he couldn’t live with her, couldn’t revel in her until he had made it right.

           He yearned to kiss her, to pull her against him, to stroke his cheek against her familiar, strong palm as she told him he was a good man. He wanted to believe her, but all his past sins swallowed him in their darkness and not even this beautiful, noble warrior could reach him.

           He had to cleanse himself.

           If he died in the process, then so be it.

           But if he survived the oncoming battle, if he survived his own redemption by fire, then he would go back to her and spend the rest of his life reveling in her, learning from her.

           His muscles fairly ached from wanting to hold her but he felt as if he would taint her with the poison he carried in himself. He wanted to press his lips to her forehead, tell her not to worry, soothe her but he couldn’t touch her.

           It was impossible but he walked away from her. 

           He’d done impossible things before but this…

           He mounted his horse with a grunt and left her without a backwards glance, her sobs echoing in the marrow of his bones.

            He vowed to make himself worthy of her…he had to.