theravenking:

impossiblest:

#hello entire season’s budget #goodbye entire season’s budget

yes.

 #house of undying will be brought to you by sockpuppets thanks to this

fearisforthewinter:

We are all dead, Theon thought. I told them this was folly, but none of them would listen. Abel had doomed them. All singers were half-mad. In songs, the hero always saved the maiden from the monster’s castle, but life was not a song, no more than Jeyne was Arya Stark. Her eyes are the wrong color. And there are no heroes here, only whores. Even so, he knelt beside her, pulled down the furs, touched her cheek. “You know me. I’m Theon, you remember. I know you too. I know your name.”

“My name?” She shook her head. “My name … it’s …”

He put a finger to her lips. “We can talk about that later. You need to be quiet now. Come with us. With me. We will take you away from here. Away from him.”

Her eyes widened. “Please,” she whispered. “Oh, please.”

Theon slipped his hand through hers.

“The Gods have no mercy, that’s why they’re Gods. My father told me that when he caught me praying. My mother had just died, you see. I didn’t really understand the concept of death, the finality of it. I thought that if I prayed very very hard the Gods would return my mother to me. I was four.”