You’re mine, as I am yours. And if we die, we die. But first we’ll live.

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No one can know.Well they won’t. Not from me.
No one can know.
Well they won’t. Not from me.

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lamamama:


OTP Meme - gothiktenkasen asked for: Hipster Game of Thrones

welp

lamamama:

OTP Meme - gothiktenkasen asked for: Hipster Game of Thrones

welp

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JEFF: Marriage is a lie! Nobody commits to this! Nobody stays with anybody forever! So, why do we keep lying?!
BRITTA: I’m gonna stay with somebody forever! It’s in my stupid DNA! I was born to be a wife and that’s all I’m ever gonna be!
JEFF: You expect anyone here to believe that?
BRITTA: I don’t care if anybody believes it, jackass! It’s a fact!
JEFF: Prove it, ding-dong! 

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Nolan Ross. Former tech boom whiz kid and perennial pain in the ass.

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He pulled Longclaw over a shoulder. “Aren’t you afraid?”
“Last night I was,” she admitted. “But now the sun’s up.” She pushed her hair aside to bare her neck, and knelt before him. “Strike hard and true, crow, or I’ll come back and haunt you.”
Longclaw was not so long or heavy a sword as his father’s Ice, but it was Valyrian steel all the same. He touched the edge of the blade to mark where the blow must fall, and Ygritte shivered. “That’s cold,” she said. “Go on, be quick about it.”
He raised Longclaw over his head, both hands tight around the grip. One cut, with all my weight behind it. He could give her a quick clean death, at least. He was his father’s son. Wasn’t he? Wasn’t he?
“Do it,” she urged him after a moment. “Bastard. Do it. I can’t stay brave forever.” When the blow did not fall she turned her head to look at him.
Jon lowered his sword. “Go,” he muttered.
Ygritte stared.
“Now,” he said, “before my wits return. Go.”
She went.

He pulled Longclaw over a shoulder. “Aren’t you afraid?”

“Last night I was,” she admitted. “But now the sun’s up.” She pushed her hair aside to bare her neck, and knelt before him. “Strike hard and true, crow, or I’ll come back and haunt you.”

Longclaw was not so long or heavy a sword as his father’s Ice, but it was Valyrian steel all the same. He touched the edge of the blade to mark where the blow must fall, and Ygritte shivered. “That’s cold,” she said. “Go on, be quick about it.”

He raised Longclaw over his head, both hands tight around the grip. One cut, with all my weight behind it. He could give her a quick clean death, at least. He was his father’s son. Wasn’t he? Wasn’t he?

“Do it,” she urged him after a moment. “Bastard. Do it. I can’t stay brave forever.” When the blow did not fall she turned her head to look at him.

Jon lowered his sword. “Go,” he muttered.

Ygritte stared.

“Now,” he said, “before my wits return. Go.”

She went.

(via fuckyeahwildlings)

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