“Queen you shall be… until there comes another, younger and more beautiful, to cast you down and take all that you hold dear.”
im laughing so hard this pic looks like it belongs on joffrey’s instagram or something like “king’s landing vacay gettin tipsy with the betrothed #turnup #nofilter”
The singers of the forest had no books. No ink. No parchment, no written language. Instead they had the trees, and the weirwoods above all. When they died, they went into the weirwood, into leaf and limb and root, and the trees remembered.
They are all three growing. Soon they will be large enough to bear my weight, then I will fly as Aegon the Conqueror had flown up, up, and up.
I have seen these separate before, but I wanted to put the three together: Leonid's paintings with the TARDIS brilliantly photoshopped in. I would hang one of these in my living room without any hesitation!