character moodboard: robb stark

“Gods be good, why would any man ever want to be king? When everyone was shouting King in the North, King in the North, I told myself … swore to myself … that I would be a good king, as honorable as Father, strong, just, loyal to my friends and brave when I faced my enemies … now I can’t even tell one from the other. How did it all get so confused? Lord Rickard’s fought at my side in half a dozen battles. His sons died for me in the Whispering Wood. Tion Frey and Willem Lannister were my enemies. Yet now I have to kill my dead friends’ father for their sakes.”

The biggest surprise when you first reviewed for the first time?

DD: I found that Gillian wrote two science fiction thriller books. I did not know, she had never told me!

GA: “He” is because I have found that David wrote a book, entitled  Holy Cow: A Modern-Day Dairy This . Beautiful, the story of Elsie, a cow, which together with a turkey and a pig, after being shocked by a documentary about meat, they decide to run away from a farm. I enjoyed it a lot.

RollingStone 2016


By the time she had reached eighty-seven, the room had begun to lighten as her eyes adjusted to the blackness. Slowly the shapes around her took on form. Huge empty eyes stared at her hungrily through the gloom, and dimly she saw the jagged shadows of long teeth. She had lost the count. She closed her eyes and bit her lip and sent the fear away. When she looked again, the monsters would be gone. Would never have been. She pretended that Syrio was beside her in the dark, whispering in her ear. Calm as still water, she told herself. Strong as a bear. Fierce as a wolverine. She opened her eyes again.

George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones


Imagine Cersei not realizing you were in the Sept of Baelor when she blew it up.

She didn’t say anything. She had lost her sons, her daughter, and now you. Four of the most important people in her life, and she had lost them. All…all because of her own ambitions and plans. Of course, on the outside she would blame everyone but herself. She didn’t cry for the loss right away, she let the feelings eat her alive, and then she disappeared into her chambers and cried for you and for her last son and child.

Looking for more blogs to follow

Hello there! This is my multifandom-aesthetic blog and it’s pretty much new, so I’d like to find more blogs to follow.

Reblog this if you post any of the following and I’ll try to follow all of you:

-Game of Thrones (extra points if you post Gendry/Arya)



-Doctor Who

-Panic! At the Disco

-The Brobecks

-Dallon Weekes in general please I love him so much

-Twenty One Pilots

-Green Day

-Fall Out Boy

-Once Upon a Time

-Marvel (Mostly Young Avengers)


-Les Misérables 

-Victor Hugo in general


-Edgar Allan Poe

-Fire Emblem (any of the games, really)

-The Legend of Zelda

-The Walking Dead

-Z Nation

-Harry Potter

-Any kind of art

I’ll also try to follow for fic recs, depending on the pairings! xx

Jon Mob AU pt. 4

Imagine being the soulmate to Jon “Snow” Stark and your family finding out, starting an all out war between House Lannister and Stark.

Word Count: 2,132

Warnings: Uhhh mentions of sex but nothing too detailed, people getting shot/killed near the end

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