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Jaime Lannister, ASOS   |  Jaime/Brienne Appreciation Week - Day 2: One Quote

wilderinside:

Jaime and Brienne Appreciation Week : Day 2 - One Quote

❝(George R. R. Martin) said what he wanted to do 
was to take the traditional format of
Beauty and the Beast and
change the roles — and also the genders.❞ (X)

friendlyneighbourhoodpizzaman:

Reading fanfiction is the worst because you start out with “I’ll just read this cute one shot” then suddenly it’s four am and you have 12 tabs open and you’re crying again because THEY DESERVE TO BE HAPPY WHY CANT THEY JUST BE HAPPY

ariannsmartell:

Get to know me meme: (1/5) favourite relationships » Jaime and Brienne (Game of Thrones)

— Game Of Thrones fans probably (via femslashfantasies)
Imagine your OTP not dying

Brienne of Tarth
        (horny as fuck, probably)

George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows, Brienne II

(via theoathkeepers)

The bathhouse had been thick with the steam rising off the water, and Jaime had come walking through that mist naked as his name day, looking half a corpse and half a god.
flyintothewood:

Poster drawn by the very brilliant and talented illustrator Bubug for one of our projects at the “Pawn to Player: Rethinking Sansa” threads.

flyintothewood:

Poster drawn by the very brilliant and talented illustrator Bubug for one of our projects at the “Pawn to Player: Rethinking Sansa” threads.

the-young-lioness:

"Winter will never come for the likes of us. Should we die in battle, they will surely sing of us, and it’s always summer in the songs. In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.

That was unworthy. Forgive me. You protected me better than most…

"found himself wanting to comfort her"
                                                                    —Jaime, A Storm of Swords

"wondered if Jaime would comfort her"
                                                   —Brienne, A Feast for Crows