icesalamander:

stark kids seven years later au

rosetylecr:

I want the men following me to go home.

cycloalkane:

He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister”, she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.

harinxtons:

ㅤ ㅤ The cold trickles on his face reminded Jon of the day he’d bid farewell to Robb at Winterfell, never knowing that it was for the   l a s t   t i m e.

aryajon:

Jon Snow Week 2018: Day Three- Family, Jon and Robb

Tell Robb that I’m going to command the Night’s Watch and keep him safe, so he might as well take up needlework with the girls and have Mikken melt down his sword for horseshoes.

Jon is the only brother that remains to me. Should I die without issue, I want him to succeed me as King in the North.

insp. 

starknetwork:

We’re not executing prisoners, Lord Bolton. Of course, Your Grace. The officers will be useful. Some of them may be privy to Tywin Lannister’s plans. I doubt it. Well, we’ll learn soon enough. In my family, we say, “A naked man has few secrets. A flayed man none.” My father outlawed flaying in the North. We’re not in the North. We’re not torturing them. The high road’s very pretty, but you’ll have a hard time marching your army down it.

dailyjonaryadany:

Jon Snow Week | Day Three: Family/Love

fuckyeahhousestark:

“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. ” — ASOS Catelyn III

problem-queen:

asoiaf meme: [2/5] favourite quotes

Jon flexed his sword hand. The Night’s Watch takes no part. He closed his fist and opened it again. What you propose is nothing less than treason. He thought of Robb, with snowflakes melting in his hair. Kill the boy and let the man be born. He thought of Bran, clambering up a tower wall, agile as a monkey. Of Rickon’s breathless laughter. Of Sansa, brushing out Lady’s coat and singing to herself. You know nothing, Jon Snow. He thought of Arya, her hair tangled as a bird’s nest. 

maisieswilliams:

@dailyrobbstark Creation Event: Grey Wind

Any man Grey Wind mislikes is a man I do not want close to you. These wolves are more than wolves, Robb. You must know that. I think perhaps the gods sent them to us. Your father’s gods, the old gods of the north.