Whenever I Feel Sad I Remember How Awkwardly The Greyjoys Stood When They Met Dany In 6x09 Like No One

Whenever I feel sad I remember how awkwardly the Greyjoy’s stood when they met Dany in 6x09 like no one ever taught them how to interact with other humans and then I get sad again because I remember that their father was Balon Greyjoy and no he probably never did

My favorite part about the asoiaf fandom is that everybody has spend years theorizing about who could be a Targaryen based off only small bits of proof and when grrm was like “here you go have Aegon!!” Everybody said “fake”.

I need to stop treating tumblr like twitter

Me: Ok so is it really not in any way possible for the idea in my head to be transferred onto paper in any other way then me writing it down because I REALLY don’t wanna do that plus it never turns out the way I imagine it and I really want the reader to get exactly what I have in mind wait actually are you sure I can’t just telepathically communicate my story to someone because that would be super helpful for what I’m trying to achieve and-

The scientist I have tied up in my basement, close to tears: Please let me go home.

Someone has a head cannon that after BotB Sansa renames the Dreadfort to “Lady’s Keep” and hrrrrng god that’s the best shit I’ve read all year