Da grande voglio fare la scimmia mannara. / When I grow up, I wanna be a weremonkey.

little—-kitten:

game of thrones should probably be retitled “nobody listened to catelyn stark and now everything’s fucked”

(Fonte: theangrybisexual)

The Eyre by ~Padfoot-D

The Eyrie boasted a sept, but no septon; a godswood, but no heart tree. No prayers are answered here, she often thought, though some days she felt so lonely she had to try. Only the wind answered her, sighing endlessly around the slim white towers and rattling the Moon Door every time it gusted.

The Eyre by ~Padfoot-D

The Eyrie boasted a sept, but no septon; a godswood, but no heart tree. No prayers are answered here, she often thought, though some days she felt so lonely she had to try. Only the wind answered her, sighing endlessly around the slim white towers and rattling the Moon Door every time it gusted.

Watchpost by ~Padfoot-D


I found it surprisingly beautiful. In a brutal, horribly uncomfortable sort of way.

Watchpost by ~Padfoot-D

I found it surprisingly beautiful. In a brutal, horribly uncomfortable sort of way.

Can I dwell on what I scarce remember? I held a castle on the Marches once, and there was a woman I was pledged to marry, but I could not find that castle today, nor tell you the color of that woman’s hair. Who knighted me, old friend? What were my favorite foods? It all fades. Sometimes I think I was born on the bloody grass in that grove of ash, with the taste of fire in my mouth and a hole in my chest. Are you my mother, Thoros?

(Fonte: lannlster)


staring at the ceiling in the dark same old empty feeling in your heart'cause love comes slow and it goes so fastwell you see her when you fall asleepbut never to touch and never to keep’cause you loved her too muchand you dived too deepwell you only need the light when it’s burning lowonly miss the sun when it starts to snowonly know you love her when you let her goonly know you’ve been high when you’re feeling lowonly hate the road when you’re missin’ homeonly know you love her when you let her goand you let her go.

Let her go - Passengers
Ok, so I’m goin’ deeper and deeper into the fangirl’s cave. And I made this.

About Petyr.

The truth is: I just can’t despise Littlefinger. He’ll never be one of my fav, but the world has been so mean to him and his (almost)love story with Catelyn just makes me wanna hug him.

And he reminds me a bit of Severus Snape, btw.

save me, brother

(Fonte: arthurdayne, via tullying)

A Rattleshirt appreciation post.

Me as Dacey Mormont (A song of Ice and Fire by G. R. R. Martin)
Big Pic: askthepixel full res pic here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/askthepixel/8748677908/lightbox/
Small pics: Enrico Bertelli (manipulation by me)

Dacey Mormont looked up at the sky. “I would sooner have water raining down on me than arrows.

Catelyn smiled despite herself. “You are braver than I am, I fear. Are all your Bear Island women such warriors?

She-bears, aye,” said Lady Maege. “We have needed to be. In olden days the ironmen would come raiding in their longboats, or wildlings from the Frozen Shore. The men would be off fishing, like as not. The wives they left behind had to defend themselves, or else be carried off.

There’s a carving on our gate,” said Dacey. “A woman in a bearskin, with a child in one arm suckling at her breast. In the other hand she holds a battleaxe. She’s no proper lady, that one, but I always loved her.