Period drama costumes + red
Red is frequently used as a symbol of guilt, sacrifice, sin and anger as well as lust, passion, courage, love, and beauty.
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Period drama costumes + red
Red is frequently used as a symbol of guilt, sacrifice, sin and anger as well as lust, passion, courage, love, and beauty.
I can’t remember a queen who was better loved than my granddaughter. The common people loved her. The nobles loved her. And what is left of her now? Ashes.
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Jon Snow Meme | One Season | Season 7
She had not thought of Jon in ages. He was only her half brother, but still… with Robb and Bran and Rickon dead, Jon Snow was the only brother that remained to her. I am a bastard too now, just like him. Oh, it would be so sweet, to see him once again.
Game of Thrones fashion | Daenerys’s 6.10 outfit
got/asoiaf meme : 1-3/3 houses | targaryen, lannister, stark
color meme — pink & blue : margaery tyrell | asked sanssa
They were not little boys when they fought, but knights and mighty heroes.
the houses of westeros p. I
make me choose: daenerys or asha (yara)
Far off, he could hear his packmates calling to him, like to like. They were hunting too. A wild rain lashed down upon his black brother as he tore at the flesh of an enormous goat, washing the blood from his side where the goat’s long horn had raked him. In another place, his little sister lifted her head to sing to the moon, and a hundred small grey cousins broke off their hunt to sing with her. The hills were warmer where they were, and full of food. Many a night his sister’s pack gorged on the flesh of sheep and cows and horses, the prey of men, and sometimes even on the flesh of man himself.
“Snow,” the moon called down again, cackling. The white wolf padded along the man trail beneath the icy cliff. The taste of blood was on his tongue, and his ears rang to the song of the hundred cousins. Once they had been six, five whimpering blind in the snow beside their dead mother, sucking cool milk from her hard dead nipples whilst he crawled off alone. Four remained.
Jeyne Poole wept so hysterically that Septa Mordane finally took her off to regain her composure, but Sansa sat with her hands folded in her lap, watching with a strange fascination. She had never seen a man die before. She ought to be crying too, she thought, but the tears would not come. Perhaps she had used up all her tears for Lady and Bran. It would be different if it had been Jory or Ser Rodrik or Father, she told herself. The young knight in the blue cloak was nothing to her, some stranger from the Vale of Arryn whose name she had forgotten as soon as she heard it. And now the world would forget his name too, Sansa realized; there would be no songs sung for him. That was sad.
Living in London as a student is tough. And my heart goes out to every single drama student in London because, as an actor, it’s a creative process that you are taking on, and if you don’t get to do it every day, it hurts.
favourite asoiaf ladies per house ♦ house targaryen
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