"Once Game of Thrones family, always Game of Thrones family." — Natalie Dormer
You know whats fucking scary? The fact that I could literally change my life at any moment. I could stop talking to everyone that makes me unhappy. I could kiss whoever i want. I could shave my head or get on a plane or take my own life. Nothing is stopping me. The entire world is in my hands, and I have no idea what to do with it.
When Jon had been very young, too young to understand what it meant to be a bastard, he used to dream that one day Winterfell might be his. Later, when he was older, he had been ashamed of those dreams. Winterfell would go to Robb and then his sons…Even to dream otherwise seemed disloyal, as if he was betraying them in his heart, wishing for their deaths. I never wanted this, he thought. I loved Robb, loved all of them. I never wanted any harm to come to any of them, but it did. And now there’s only me.
make me choose: jon snow or
robb stark/sansa stark/bran stark
what a keeper looks like
fucking want someone like this omg
ALL I WANT RIGHT NOW. WISH THIS WAS POSSIBLE