You are the blood of the dragon. Dragons plant no trees. Remember that. Remember who you are, what you were made to be. Remember your words.

the world is overflowing with horrible things, but they’re all trays of cake next to death

Daenerys Targaryen vaulted onto the dragon’s back, seized the spear, and ripped it out. The point was half-melted, the iron red-hot, glowing. She flung it aside. Drogon twisted under her, his muscles rippling as he gathered his strength. The air was thick with sand. Dany could not see, she could not breathe, she could not think. The black wings cracked like thunder, and suddenly the scarlet sands were falling away beneath her.

Dizzy, Dany closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she glimpsed the Meereenese beneath her through a haze of tears and dust, pouring up the steps and out into the streets.

The lash was still in her hand. She flicked it against Drogon’s neck and cried, “Higher!” Her other hand clutched at his scales, her fingers scrabbling for purchase. Drogon’s wide black wings beat the air. Dany could feel the heat of him between her thighs. Her heart felt as if it were about to burst. Yes, she thought, yes, now, now, do it, do it, take me, take me, FLY!

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oberynmartall:

[enrolls in oberyn martell’s academy of throwing shade]

"Watch as everyone competes to sit on the world’s most uncomfortable chair, while completely ignoring the invasion of ice zombies that threatens to kill them all,"
- The most accurate summary of Game of Thrones to date via Honest Movie Trailers (via oflionsandwolves)

wolfwrecked:

game of thrones | two swords | 4.01

In all the world there were but three living dragons, and those were hers; they were a wonder, and a terror, and beyond price.