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Loras Tyrell Deserved Better

In the aftermath of the Emmys, and with Kylie and Julia’s retrospectives now in full swing, I decided to jump on the bandwagon and look back over the most recent season of Game of Thrones. It’s easy to say that any given character on that show deserves better. Whether from the horrible scripting or the in-universe treatment, it is always an accessible criticism. Loras Tyrell in particular suffered grievously at the hands of the writers, and of all the characters savaged by D&D’s idiocy I have yet to read an article about the pride of Highgarden. So here I am to enlighten you as to how thoroughly Loras was savaged because of the rampant Toxic Masculinity, Homophobia, and False-Ally-ism present in HBO’s dumpster fire.

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Imagine: Being Viserys Targaryen’s twin, presumed dead after Robert’s rebellion, and meeting him again in Vaes Dothrak’s market. [x]

Viserys: Y-Y/N? ..What..?
Y/N: Viserys, it’s nice to see you again. Brother.
Viserys: But, Robert… Robert’s rebellion… That didn’t kill you? They didn’t kill you?
Y/N: Evidently not. *smiles* Now, where is my sister?

Want to request an imagine? 

#50 “I wish I could hate you.”
#77 “You’re still mad?”
#93 “I just need ten minutes.”


“I wish I could hate you.” You murmur, more to yourself than to Jon.
“I know.” Jon whispers, wanting to touch you by the shoulder, but he decides against it. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. Just…I just need ten minutes.”
Understanding Jon nods and leaves your bedroom.
A sharp pain shots through your body as you’re trying to move and you whimper. Immediately Jon storms back in your room, but you’re too weak to say something.
“(Y/N), please let me help you.” He pleads and you nod in agreement.
You played long enough the strong, independent woman who doesn’t need an overprotective man like Jon. But you can’t take it anymore.
The pain, avoiding him…
Carefully he puts the blanket away before he cleans your wound and patch you up.
“Thank you.” You say with a small smile.
“You-you’re still mad?” He asks and you shake your head, making him sigh relieved.

Falling for Snow

Wattpad request! I do not own Jon Snow, any of the Starks, Lannisters or Robert Baratheon. They belong to George R.R.Martin

Warnings: Fluff and a mean Catelyn

Pairings: Jon Snow x fem!Lannister reader, mentions of other Lannisters, Starks and Robert Baratheon

Originally posted by got-source

You beamed at the Stark family as you curtsied politely. You were smiling mostly because you were happy to be out of the wheelhouse, but partly because you’d never met the Starks before. Most of the time, you remained in Casterly Rock or Lannisport with your father or in King’s Landing with your siblings. Ned Stark returned the smile. “This must be your good-sister, isn’t it, Robert?” The king nodded. Your brother, Jaime, placed a hand on your shoulder and you gave him a smile.

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anonymous asked:

Everyone is speculating about who is going to cure Jorah. Quaithe, Sam, Melisandre... But did you ever consider the possibility that he won't find a cure. (It's GOT!) I believe Jorah Mormont still has an important role to play, however I doubt there is a cure for greyscale at all.

You very well could be right perhaps he won’t find a cure -  As you say it’s GOT after all.

I think many people think that he may just find some solution though as it was a quest commanded him from Daenerys - To find a cure and then rejoin her..

Perhaps he will just find things out about Greyscale - Important things that could have some effect on Endgame / On THE GREAT WAR…

That’s got to be pretty good incentive for the BEAR Knight

So hopefully a cure is out there Or some solution -  Otherwise actually the whole Greyscale  story seems a wee bit pointless…

Thanks for the comment ☺

Originally posted by favor757

The Cave

So this is like the first piece of fan fiction I’ve written in like three or four years. Please, please, please be kindly honest. I want to improve on my writing, so I would appreciate any kind of feedback.

Word Count: 395

Summary: Jon and Ygritte finally go back to their cave.

Tags: @aubzylynn @the-shy-and-anxious-fangirl (you said you wanted to read it, so I hope you don’t mind that I tagged you! :))


Jon Snow had lived seventy years past his first nameday. He had married a noble woman of the House Mormont and had fathered three beautiful children with her. And with his aunt’s blessing, he had reclaimed the North for House Stark, ruling it justly as Ned would have.

Now he lay on his deathbed, surrounded by his descendants. As his children and grandchildren wept for him, he gave a comforting smile. He looked to his eldest child, knowing he was leaving his kingdom in good and capable hands. 

Weakly grasping her hand, he said, “May the gods bless you, Lyanna, and treat our people well, for the North remembers.” Then, as he closed his eyes with a gentle smile, he slept.


When Jon awoke, he awoke to a never – ending darkness. In a not so far distance, he could hear the sounds of running water. Curious of the splashing and laughter he could hear, he stood. As he rose, Jon felt the sort of energy and youthfulness he had not felt in nearly thirty years.

As he slowly approached the dimly lit opening, he slowly realized where he was. He was North of the Wall again, right back in that cave. Their cave. Looking around, he finally saw her. She looked just as beautiful as the last time he held her all those years ago, dying. He could scarcely believe his eyes. In front of him stood the same wildling girl that had captured him and his heart, as though it were only yesterday. Mesmerized, he took in her wild, fiery hair, her clear, blue – grey eyes, and her lithe, beautiful figure. She looked just as perfect as the first time he had seen her naked. No sign of any damage from the arrow that had claimed her life.

“Ygritte?” He asked in a shocked gasp, still struggling to believe that this was real.

She turned to look at him with a glare. She sauntered over to him, a smirk on her face.

“About time you got here, you stupid Crow.” She teased.

Still in a daze, Jon gently caressed Ygritte’s cheek before pulling her into a fierce and bone – crushing hug. With a smile on his lips, he kissed her forehead.

“I told you we’d come back to this cave someday.”

Ygritte simply laughed and kissed him lightly on the lips.

“You know nothing Jon Snow.”