So that fight with Brienne and Sandor was cool.

Makes no fucking sense… But it was cool.

Daenerys Targaryen meme: two episodes [2/2] → 3.07 The Bear and the Maiden Fair

"I have a gift for you as well. Your life. […] Reject this gift, and I shall show you no mercy."

If the signs were mythological creatures:

Aries: Werewolf
Taurus: Hell hound
Gemini: Doppelgänger
Cancer: Banshee
Leo: Fairy
Virgo: Angel
Libra: Nymph
Scorpio: Siren
Sagittarius: Ghost
Capricorn: Mermaid
Aquarius: Vampire
Pisces: Shapeshifter
❝ War seems like a fine adventure, the greatest most of them will ever know. Then they get a taste of battle.

For some, that one taste is enough to break them. Others go on for years, until they lose count of all the battles they have fought in, but even a man who has survived a hundred fights can break in his hundred-and-first. Brothers watch their brothers die, fathers lose their sons, friends see their friends trying to hold their entrails in after they’ve been gutted by an axe.

They see the lord who led them there cut down, and some other lord shouts that they are his now, They take the wound, and when that’s still half-healed they take another. There is never enough to eat, their shoes fall to pieces from marching, their clothes are torn and rotting, and half of them are shitting in their breeches from drinking bad water.

If they want new boots or a warmer cloak or maybe a rusted iron half helm, they need to take them from a corpse, and before long they are stealing from the living too, from the small folk whose land they’re fighting in, men very like the men they used to be. They slaughter their sheep and steal their chickens, and from there it’s just a short step to carrying off their daughters too. And one day they look around and realize all their friends and kin are gone, that they are fighting beside strangers beneath a banner that they hardly recognize. They don’t know where they are or how to get back home and the lord they’re fighting for does not know their names, yet here he comes, shouting for them to form up, to make a line with their spears and scythes and sharpened hoes, to stand their ground. And the knights come down on them, faceless men clad in all steel, and the iron thunder of their charge seems to fill the world.

And the man breaks.

- Septon Meribald, A Feast for Crows (via agabeofthrones)

I’m not even sorry.

Hell yeah. I was soft grunge a fucking decade ago.

Is there a problem with my 13 year old self?

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Anonymous

Take my answer for 20 and replace “depressing” and “magic the gathering” with “passive aggressive shit about my dad” and “Warhammer”

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brienneofthrace

That was like 5th or 6th grade?

- boy scouts
- Jurassic Park
- can you reblog things about wrestling with my older brother?
- Greek Mythology
- gifsets about running around the woods with toy guns.

theonngreyjoy replied to your post “45”

NOT TUCKED IN SHIRTS FOR FUCKS SAKE

when you’re 45 you can’t help it. it just happens. 

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theonngreyjoy

  • Home Depot
  • Tucked-in shirts
  • I am a Dad
  • Lets build a deck!