Viserys Had Been Stupid And Vicious, She Had Come To Realize, Yet Sometimes She Missed Him All The Same.

Missandei & Grey Worm in Two Swords (4.01)

Do you know what will happen when Light meets Dark?

Balance in the Force

Daenerys & Rhaegal 

me when someone cries at their show: calm down its just a show its not real

also me: he killed him. He came to the north with his mother and brothers to save their lives and that stupid pale faced zombie king JUST THREW A FUCKING SPEAR STRAIGHT THROUGH HIM AND HIS BLOOD LITERALLY POORER FROM THE SKY LIKE RAIN AND HIS BROTHERS CRYED OUT FOR HIM AS HE CRYED IN AGONY AND THE WAY HIS EYES SLOWLY CLOSED AS HE FELL INTO THE WATER AND ALL DANY COULD DO WAS STARE IN HORROR THERE WHERE LITERALLY NO WORDS NO SHE DIDN’T BIRTH THEM BUT THEY ARE HER CHILDREN AND SHE HAD TO WATCH ONE DIE HORRIBLY AND SHE DOESNT KNOW THE NIGHT PRICK BROUGHT HIM BACK AS A WALKER DRAGON SO NOW SHE HAS TO HAVE A FACE OFF WITH HER FUCKING CHILD HOW DARE YOU

Daenerys’ costumes appreciation - (Details) 7x06 Beyond the Wall “I took reference from the Wildlings’ attire, particularly the coat that is worn by Jon Snow which was in turn influenced by Mance Rayder. I wanted to define Dany’s shape by cutting into and shaping the fur. It looks very warrior queen—she’s a vision when Jon looks up and sees her arriving.”  - Michele Clapton 

Some Ten and Martha hugs 🥰

FUCKING MOOD

House with the red door

spiderman parallels + admiring their crushes from afar

let’s not forget andrew’s spidey

sorry about the bad quality for tobey’s spidey gifs

Still not over that scene in Hide where the Doctor wraps his arm around Clara’s shoulders and tells her a love story - “the oldest story in the universe” - about how a boy and a girl are separated, about how they ache for each other across time and space. How Clara stands there tucked under his arm, listening carefully to this story he’s spinning. How neither one of them are yet aware that he’s telling their story. How, one day, Clara will scatter herself all across time and all over space, how she’ll look for him and love him in each life she lives. How she’ll willingly die countless times in his place. How, at some point, he’ll dream about her for four-and-a-half billion years, how he’ll love her enough to burn himself up again and again and fracture the universe and unravel time all to bring her back because not even death - hers or his - can stop him.

But they don’t know it’s a story about them. Not yet. So the both of them stand there close together, outside the old mansion’s brick walls, enjoying each other’s company and thinking about the events unfolding, unaware that they’re the characters in the story he’s telling.