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bellatirx:

plot twist: george rr martin kills everyone and claims the throne for himself

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tagged as: #yeah probably

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» posted 19 hours ago with 491 notes − © fightlesbird

tagged as: #asoiaf #got

a-v-studies:

LOST | Candidate Numbers

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» posted 19 hours ago with 519 notes − © a-v-studies

teamtyrion:

cause you’re my king and I’m your lionheart

-King and Lionheart by Of Monsters and Men

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» posted 19 hours ago with 27 notes − © teamtyrion

» posted 19 hours ago with 2,052 notes − © interwar

tagged as: #asoiaf #got #House Baratheon

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» posted 19 hours ago with 220 notes − © spartacusgraphics

» posted 19 hours ago with 5,618 notes − © murdermysweet

tagged as: #WHAT #WHAT IS GOING ON WHAT #DW

madeofair:

Mark’s Proposals

MARK: Stevens and Karev are residents. Meredith’s a resident, Bailey’s a resident – all married or soon to be, and happily.
LEXIE: Are you asking me to – to – to – marry you? (5x23)

LEXIE:
Karev is he’s – Mark, I – I have a boyfriend.

MARK: I’m saying you could have a husband. (6x22)

MARK: We – we – we’re gonna get married. (8x24)

WHY. WHY LEXIE. WHY NOT SOMEONE AWFUL? WHY. I DON’T UNDERSTAND. WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO MEREDITH BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY WHY DO YOU THIS TO ME. WHY.


i should have stuck to my guns and never watched this stupid show because now i’m DESTROYED.

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» posted 19 hours ago with 702 notes − © alexandrasloans


thebookpenguin:

“Someone give the girl something to cover herself with” the Imp said. Sandor Clegane unfastened his cloak and tossed it at her. Sansa clutched it against her chest, fists bunched hard in the white wool. The coarse weave was scratchy against her chin, but no velvet had ever felt so fine.

thebookpenguin:

“Someone give the girl something to cover herself with” the Imp said. Sandor Clegane unfastened his cloak and tossed it at her. Sansa clutched it against her chest, fists bunched hard in the white wool. The coarse weave was scratchy against her chin, but no velvet had ever felt so fine.

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» posted 19 hours ago with 272 notes − © thebookpenguin