#you think i’m an ignorant savage #and you’ve been so many places i guess it must be so #but still i cannot see if the savage one is me#how can there be so much you don’t know #you don’t knoooowwww #CAN YOU SING WITH ALL THE VOICES OF THE MOUNTAIN JON SNOW? #CAN YOU PAINT WITH ALL THE COLOURS OF THE WIND?

freefolking:

Fake poster meme 
→ Kit Harington (requested by me tbh)

This is the story of a man who’s angry all the time. And he looks good when he’s angry.

Jon Snow is prettier than your daughters.

scullster:

LIFE SUCKS I AM SAD

BASTARD MY DAD’S DEAD BASTARD

IT’S COLD AS BALLS MAN

fuckyeahwinterfell:

Jon Snow

photo credit: Helen Sloan

oh god no here’s jon with his ridiculous coat

“You’ll see a hundred castles,” he promised her. “The battle’s done. Maester Aemon will see to you.” He touched her hair. “You’re kissed by fire, remember? Lucky. It will take more than an arrow to kill you. Aemon will draw it out and patch you up, and we’ll get you some milk of the poppy for the pain.”

She just smiled at that. “D’you remember that cave? We should have stayed in that cave. I told you so.”

“We’ll go back to the cave,” he said. “You’re not going to die, Ygritte. You’re not.”

“Oh.” Ygritte cupped his cheek with her hand. “You know nothing, Jon Snow,” she sighed, dying.