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gameofthrones: The pack survives 🐺 Welcome to Glamestone.
favorite game of thrones scenes 36/- *The moment when Daenerys decided to do the damn thing herself*
there’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do… insp.
Brienne of Tarth + parting from/watching Jaime leave (because I can’t do one without the other)
She’s the girl with a fairytale face, but her mouth screams like a w o l f ’ s — words of the consultant, minjeong son
I will not hear it, not from you–I will NOT HEAR IT.
twitter / prints
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Lord Reyne built a castle, as grand as Casterly Rock. He gave his wife diamonds larger than any my mother ever wore. And finally one day, he rebelled against my father. Do you know where house Reyne is now? Gone. Gone. A gentle word. Why not say ‘slaughtered’? Every man, woman and child, put to the sword. I remember seeing their bodies hanging high above the gates of Casterly Rock. My father let them rot up there all summer long. It was a long summer.
He was Jaime Lannister, a knight of the Kingsguard, he was the Kingslayer. No man had ever called him craven. Other things they called him, yes; oathbreaker, liar, murderer. They said he was cruel, treacherous, reckless. But never craven.
I find that a lot of the good acting comes out when you’re physically being pushed: your brain turns off and just deals with the situation at hand. You get to a point where you’re exhausted at the end of the day, but I quite like that.
Tiny sketchbook portrait of Sansa, the Lady of Wintefell 🐺 (prints available here)
Daenerys’ Winter Furs with Breeches
young ladies of the rebellion.
Do I have to call you Lady Stark now?