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Good ideas had in the dark were generally best left there.

Alexandra Bracken, Passenger (via blackfyrres)

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Naerys Targaryen

She had skin so pale that it seemed almost translucent, men said. She was small of frame (and made smaller by having little appetite), with very fine features, and singers wrote songs in praise of her eyes— a deep violet in hue and very large, framed by pale lashes. She loved Aemon best of her brothers, for he knew how to make her laugh— and he had something of the same piety that she possessed, while Aegon did not. She loved the Seven as dearly as she loved her brother, if not more so, and might have been a septa if her lord father had allowed it.

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5by5brittana

Sophie Turner wrote this scene

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bad-velvet

Who has been your biggest mentor on the show? Nat Dormer. I can ask her the most stupid embarrassing questions. I’ll be like “so what does it feel like to be in love?” and she will tell me and give advice. She’s probably my biggest mentor just in general life.

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ive probably reblogged this about a thousand times but i dont care

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truthofherdreams

Westeros Rim

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The Stark Childrens Shopping (Moderm AU)

Sansa

Robb

Jon

Arya

Bran

Rickon

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“And what do you want from me?” “A cure.” I must sound so silly. Like the stupid little girl he left in Winterfell. “I followed you one night. I remember your screams, and then the white wolf with the red—” “You don’t know what you saw.” “I do now. Listen. I never asked for this. You’ve had the curse for years, you must know something. I will be queen some day, this is not… If anyone knows what I am, I…“ "You think I did? Ask for it?” He chuckled. “Deserve it, maybe?” “Just… just make it go away, please, and I promise you’ll never see me again!” “I can’t” he said sharply. “It’s the wolf blood. It doesn’t go away.” She wiped her tears and turned to go. Then I will bleed out until it does. “Wait.” His voice was softer, now. “I can help. I can run with you. Hunt with you. Teach you all I know. Teach you the ways to tame the beast… to keep it in control. But you need to trust me, Sansa.”

JON & SANSA: WEREWOLVES AU | The night Sansa Stark turns seventeen, her bones break and her world is shattered. Ashamed, terrified, unable to control the wolf that has awoken inside her —the curse of Winterfell, the servants whispered when she was little, she remembers now—she sets out to find the only person who can help her: her estranged half brother, Jon Snow.

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bitchfromtheseventhhell

Tales of the Dark Lord are like tales of grumpkins and snarks–a scary story to tell the children. But the cold winds are rising, and this long summer is finally coming to an end…

Harry Potter + Game of Thrones AU

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fyeahjoanmoriarty

“‘Irene,’ you said. Tell me, are you in bed? It’s rather late, so I imagine you are.”

“Why?”

“Do you ever think of me there, with you?”

“No.”

“No? But you’re normally so forthright, Watson.”

“I don’t know what you’re getting at.”

“Because I think about you. Often. It’s a bit out of control, really, my… infatuation. I was sure it was mutual.”

Joan blushed. There, alone, in her bedroom. She blushed for no one, closed her eyes, squeezed her phone. Frustrated, she said, “I don’t know what you want from me.”

“I want,” Moriarty whispered, “you to tell me that you like me. Or, maybe, that you’d like me there, between your thighs. Whatever you can manage.”

Joan couldn’t manage. She lowered her phone; ended the call. Pressed her hands to her face. Sat, for five minutes, waiting to see if her phone would ring again.