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Stark wolves, Tully scales, Weirwood leaves

chloe jane decker in a suit™

Oh, my sweet summer child, what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness.That is the time for fear, little lord, when the white walkers move through the woods. 

i don’t need your permission. but you need my money. 

(◕‿◕✿)

I’ll give you a hint. It’s not a girl. 

Gwendoline Christie as Brienne of Tarth for Entertainment Weekly, March 2019

the tumbeasts

I’m not the one who dies. I’m the one who does the killing.

We have our ups and downs, but, you know, it’s so beautiful when everything is fine that even when it’s not… you just deal with it. Even if it could end.

It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.