HOLY MOTHER OF THE WOLF :~D
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13 Jun 2015, 17:35
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IM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!
the last episode of GoT is called Mother's Mercy!!!!!!
finally!!!!!!! ya'll gonna get your ass capped!!!!!!!!
must be because of shireen <3 :'(
ALL HAIL LADY STONEHEART!
if u are interested, the book chapter of the red wedding, u should rly read it:
http://www.today.com/popculture/red-wedding-read-infamous-chapter-george-r-r-martins-game-6C10208389
the last episode of GoT is called Mother's Mercy!!!!!!
finally!!!!!!! ya'll gonna get your ass capped!!!!!!!!
must be because of shireen <3 :'(
ALL HAIL LADY STONEHEART!
if u are interested, the book chapter of the red wedding, u should rly read it:
http://www.today.com/popculture/red-wedding-read-infamous-chapter-george-r-r-martins-game-6C10208389
Boom, the drum sounded, boom doom boom doom. The old man’s lips went in and out. The knife trembled in Catelyn’s hand, slippery with sweat. ‘‘A son for a son, heh,’’ he repeated. ‘‘But that’s a grandson . . . and he never was much use.’’
A man in dark armor and a pale pink cloak spotted with blood stepped up to Robb. ‘‘Jaime Lannister sends his regards.’’ He thrust his longsword through her son’s heart, and twisted.
Robb had broken his word, but Catelyn kept hers. She tugged hard on Aegon’s hair and sawed at his neck until the blade grated on bone. Blood ran hot over her fingers. His little bells were ringing, ringing, ringing, and the drum went boom doom boom.
Finally someone took the knife away from her. The tears burned like vinegar as they ran down her cheeks. Ten fierce ravens were raking her face with sharp talons and tearing off strips of flesh, leaving deep furrows that ran red with blood. She could taste it on her lips.
It hurts so much, she thought. Our children, Ned, all our sweet babes. Rickon, Bran, Arya, Sansa, Robb . . . Robb . . . please, Ned, please, make it stop, make it stop hurting . . . The white tears and the red ones ran together until her face was torn and tattered, the face that Ned had loved. Catelyn Stark raised her hands and watched the blood run down her long fingers, over her wrists, beneath the sleeves of her gown. Slow red worms crawled along her arms and under her clothes. It tickles. That made her laugh until she screamed. ‘‘Mad,’’ someone said, ‘‘she’s lost her wits,’’ and someone else said, ‘‘Make an end,’’ and a hand grabbed her scalp just as she’d done with Jinglebell, and she thought, No, don’t, don’t cut my hair, Ned loves my hair. Then the steel was at her throat, and its bite was red and cold.
waiting for what?
i also want the next season and the next book lol
sux tbh!
tbh im very excited to see a vivid interpretation of my imagination from the books on the tv :)