He cuddled close and laid his head between her breasts. “Alayne? Are you my mother now?”
“I suppose I am,” she said. If a lie was kindly meant there was no harm in it.

He cuddled close and laid his head between her breasts. “Alayne? Are you my mother now?”

“I suppose I am,” she said. If a lie was kindly meant there was no harm in it.

(Source: myrandaroyces)

Book!Robb: Mother, you're the only person I can turn to. I'm hiding behind a mask because everybody expects me to be the King, but I can't do it. I need your help.
Show!Robb: Ugh moooooom go away you're so embarassing you're ruining EVERYTHING
Book!Robb: Jeyne, we must marry because I took your virginity and since Westeros culture expects highborn girls to be virgins upon their weddings, you would probably have difficulty finding a high lord to marry. Also I might have gotten you pregnant and I know from growing up with Jon that it's really hard being a bastard, so I don't want to be responsible for bringing one into the world. This is a really hard decision, and I know the Freys won't take it well, but I've made a mistake and I'm doing everything I can to make it right.
Show!Robb: yolo

What do you say we retitle the entire Song of Ice and Fire series to be called “None of this would have ever happened if you had all just listened to Catelyn Stark”?

fauxkaren:

thestaticinhersmile:

fauxkaren:

thestaticinhersmile:

Um… no. Kind of the opposite more than half the time actually…

lol. I was pleased that this post had mostly just likes and reblogs and therefore it was people agreeing with it.

But there’s always got to be that one person…

I’d say I just have a contrary nature but… just gotta call it like I see it. Or read it, as it may be.

Cat is not responsible for any of Ned’s poor decisions he made while he was there. Going to King’s Landing in and of itself was not a bad idea. Keep your enemies close, etc.

Plus, she told him not to go, even though he was adamant, until she got the message from her sister. Then it became about finding justice for her brother-in-law’s murder. Not a bad decision at all.

(Source: tyler-saurus-rex)


‘In my life, I have wanted for little, and what I have wanted for I have quickly come to see that I cannot have, and because of this I have learned that it is wrong for me to want. You told me something once, a very long time ago.’ She was wrapped in his cloak, as it was cold, and the moon door lay open at their feet. ‘You told me that when you know what a man wants, you know who he is, and how to move him. And I thought how lucky for me, the girl who could want nothing.’
He frowned. ‘My lady…’
‘No. Listen. It has been so long that I have gotten back to wanting, and I seem to have forgotten how. I was doing it wrong, though, all along. You taught me that. The foolish girl I was then, standing at windows and staring out and waiting for someone else to make the moves I prayed for. I’m not a waiter any longer. I’m not a wanter, either. You have taught me how to be selfish, and cruel, and how to take.’
She reached out and put one, cold hand on his chest. ‘So my question, Lord Baelish, is this. Did I move you?’
And she gave a quick, short shove.

‘In my life, I have wanted for little, and what I have wanted for I have quickly come to see that I cannot have, and because of this I have learned that it is wrong for me to want. You told me something once, a very long time ago.’ She was wrapped in his cloak, as it was cold, and the moon door lay open at their feet. ‘You told me that when you know what a man wants, you know who he is, and how to move him. And I thought how lucky for me, the girl who could want nothing.’

He frowned. ‘My lady…’

‘No. Listen. It has been so long that I have gotten back to wanting, and I seem to have forgotten how. I was doing it wrong, though, all along. You taught me that. The foolish girl I was then, standing at windows and staring out and waiting for someone else to make the moves I prayed for. I’m not a waiter any longer. I’m not a wanter, either. You have taught me how to be selfish, and cruel, and how to take.’

She reached out and put one, cold hand on his chest. ‘So my question, Lord Baelish, is this. Did I move you?’

And she gave a quick, short shove.

(Source: thestarkinwinterfell)

“Mother,” Lady Alerie scolded. 
“Hush, Alerie, don’t take that tone with me. And don’t call me Mother. If I’d given birth to you, I’m sure I’d remember. I’m only to blame for your husband, the lord oaf of Highgarden.”
“Grandmother,” Margaery said, “mind your words, or what will Sansa think of us?” 
“She might think we have some wits about us. One of us, at any rate.” The old woman turned back to Sansa. “It’s treason, I warned them, Robert has two sons, and Renly has an older brother, how can he possibly have any claim to that ugly iron chair? Tut-tut, says my son, don’t you want your sweetling to be queen? You Starks were kings once, the Arryns and the Lannisters as well, and even the Baratheons through the female line, but the Tyrells were no more than stewards until Aegon the Dragon came along and cooked the rightful King of the Reach on the Field of Fire. If truth be told, even our claim to Highgarden is a bit dodgy, just as those dreadful Florents are always whining. ‘What does it matter?’ you ask, and of course it doesn’t, except to oafs like my son. The thought that one day he may see his grandson with his arse on the iron Throne makes Mace puff up like…now, what do you call it? Margaery, you’re clever, be a dear and tell your poor old half-daft grandmother the name of that queer fish from the Summer Isles that puffs up to ten times its own size when you poke it.”
“They call them puff fish, Grandmother.”
“Of course they do. Summer Islanders have no imagination. My son ought to take the puff fish for his sigil, if truth be told. He could put a crown on it, the way the Baratheons do their stag, mayhap that would make him happy. We should have stayed well out of all this bloody foolishness if you ask me, but once the cow’s been milked there’s no squirting the cream back up her udder. After Lord Puff Fish put that crown on Renly’s head, we were into the pudding up to our knees, so here we are to see things through.” - Sansa I, A Storm of Swords

(Source: minisawhent)

can’t wait for book 5 when cersei gets fridged to further the plot of the ~valonquor~

oh wait

brienne—of—tarth:

thesavagesalad:

if it’s true that iwan rheon will be ramsay bolton i’d like to treat this as a test to see how many fans will be quick to legitimise the heinous actions of ramsay bolton because he is ~hot

ugh i hadn’t even thought about that

In defense of Catelyn Tully

honor-isahorse:

For some reason a very large part of this fandom enjoys to heap an exorbitant amount of blame for half the things that go wrong in this series on Catelyn. She is crucified for her mistakes (and the mistakes of others!) while other characters in this series are given a free pass (Ned Stark, Arya Stark and even Jaime Lannister come to mind). I don’t think that’s very fair, and I’m going to try and break down a couple of reasons why. 

(This contains spoilers up through A Storm of Swords)

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(Source: sexpai)