eddardstark:

asoiaf meme: four histories → the tower of joy

They were seven, facing three. In the dream as it had been in life. Yet these were no ordinary three. They waited before the round tower, the red mountains of Dorne at their backs, their white cloaks blowing in the wind….

As they came together in a rush of steel and shadow, he could hear Lyanna screaming. "Eddard!" she called. A storm of rose petals blew across a blood-streaked sky, as blue as the eyes of death.

"Lord Eddard," Lyanna called again.

"I promise," he whispered. “Lya, I promise…."

got meme → four deaths {4/4}  Lyanna Stark

“You never knew Lyanna as I did, Robert,” Ned told him. “You saw her beauty, not the iron underneath.”

SMOKE LIKE RIBBONS | an ep for ned stark and robert’s rebellion

podiums as high as the gallows are low
swing low, swing low, swing low

“Cat Faces,” Ugly Casanova
my heart’s stopped pumping but my blood is still alive
the rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up

“When Day Chokes the Night,” Do Make Say Think
[instrumental] 

“DLZ,” TV on the Radio
this is begging to feel like the dawn of a loser forever
this is begging to feel like the dawn of a loser forever
this is begging to feel like the dawn of a loser forever

“30 Ghosts IV,” Nine Inch Nails
[instrumental] 

“Before the Beginning,” John Frusciante
[instrumental] 

myrcellas:

Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? He that died o’ Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. ’Tis insensible then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it.

Henry IV Part 1 Act V Scene 1

“The shadows swayed and shifted, furtive animals racing across the cracked white walls. Catelyn had not eaten today. Perhaps that had been unwise. She told herself that there had been no time, but the truth was that food has lost its savor in a world without Ned. When they took his head off, they killed me too.

“I was with her when she died,” Ned reminded the king. “She wanted to come home, to rest beside Brandon and Father.” He could hear her still at times. Promise me, she had cried, in a room that smelled of blood and roses. Promise me, Ned. The fever had taken her strength and her voice had been faint as a whisper, but when he gave her his word, the fear had gone out of his sister’s eyes. Ned remembered the way she had smiled then, how tightly her fingers had clutched his as she gave up her hold on life, the rose petals spilling from her palm, dead and black. After that he remembered nothing. They had found him still holding her body, silent with grief. The little crannogman, Howland Reed, had taken her hand from his. Ned could recall none of it.

Game of Thrones flashbacks

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