"At the edge of the wolfswood, Bran turned in his basket for one last glimpse of the castle that had been his life. Wisps of smoke still rose into the grey sky, but no more than might have risen from Winterfell’s chimneys on a cold autumn afternoon. Soot stains marked some of the arrow loops, and here and there a crack or a missing merlon could be seen in the curtain wall, but it seemed little enough from this distance. Beyond, the tops of the keeps and towers still stood as they had for hundreds of years, and it was hard to tell that the castle had been sacked and burned at all. The stone is strong, Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought. I’m not dead either.”
I refuse to kill another dragon for as long as I play Skyrim
I was fighting this Blood Dragon when, in the middle of the fight, he just lands and stops fighting back. No matter how many times I shot him he wouldn’t move, he’d only watch me - it was the cutest thing.
I could run around him and jump on his tail and he’d just keep looking at me and tilting his head, it was so precious… he even let me run under his belly and he’d crane his neck to look at me upside-down… we are friends now…
How to Train Your Dragon 2: Skyrim
omg the last one
Weigh heigh and up she rises
what do you call your upperclassman who likes math
FUCK THIS JOKE
how to identify a stoner: “do you smoke” “smoke what”
AAAAHHHH THE PRECIOUS BABIES!!!!!
who needs a boyfriend when you’ve got 643 photos of your husband saved to your computer