hugs not ugh's

(THAT’S MAGIC) IN A CHEETAH PRINT COAT 

I WANT YOU DOWN ON ALL FOURS 

THE RUSH OF BLOOD 

Behind the scenes - Bellamy / Bob Morley (x)

make me choose - vault-aesthetic asked Bran Stark or Myrcella Baratheon

This is getting out of control. (photos via ZookeeperRachel)

xx

Cersei raised her head. Beyond the plaza, beyond the sea of hungry eyes and gaping mouths and dirty faces, across the city, Aegon’s High Hill rose in the distance, the towers and battlements of the Red Keep blushing pink in the light of the rising sun. It is not so far. Once she reached its gates, the worst of her travails would be over. She would have her son again. She would have her champion. Her uncle had promised her. Tommen is waiting for me. My little king. I can do this. I must.

                                                  grief is the price we pay for love

arya and bran + mischief – as requested by anon