fire and blood

She was no one’s daughter now. She was no one. Not Arya, not Weasel, not Nan nor Arry nor Squab, not even Lumpyhead. She was only some girl who ran with a dog by day, and dreamed of wolves by night.

What would be the perfect ending for your character? (x)

Do you have any secrets that would help you get through a zombie apocalypse? (x)

There is entirely too much tut-tutting in this realm, if you ask me. All these kings would do a deal better if they put down their swords and listened to their mothers. — Olenna Tyrell

At Highgarden we have many spiders amongst the flowers. So long as they keep to themselves we let them spin their little webs, but if they get underfoot we step on them.

You’re mine and I’m yours

⌊ Oberyn Martell

I have hungered for a long time. Though not for food.

-Voltaire

Pedro Pascal as Oberyn Martell