#ISLE!!!! ISLEEEEE

[stomachbooks]

SHUT UP THEYRE AFDING ISLE SKINS TO FORSAKEN

OHHHH MY GODDDDDD THE AUTISM THE AUTISM SOMEONE PUT ME DOWN

GUNNER CHANCE AND MEDIC ELLIOT SKIN WHEN.WHEN

If there’s no stan skin for anh of the killers i will sob

[thestarbornpilgrim]

Viola goin to see grandpa isle :)

🥺🥺🥺 Grandpa ISLEEEEE

[ginmo]

What do you think will happen next for Jaime/Brienne? Do you have any theory about it? Sorry if you already answered this question

🎵 Gooooooooin’ to the chapel seeeeeept and they’re goooooooonna get maaaaarrieeeeed

Gee, I really love you🎵

 Unbidden, his thoughts went to Brienne of Tarth. Stupid stubborn ugly wench. He wondered where she was. Father, give her strength. Almost a prayer … but was it the god he was invoking, the Father Above whose towering gilded likeness glimmered in the candlelight across the sept? Or was he praying to the corpse that lay before him? Does it matter? They never listened, either one. The Warrior had been Jaime’s god since he was old enough to hold a sword. Other men might be fathers, sons, husbands, but never Jaime Lannister, whose sword was as golden as his hair. He was a warrior, and that was all he would ever be.

That night she dreamed herself in Renly’s tent again. All the candles were guttering out, and the cold was thick around her. Something was moving through green darkness, something foul and horrible was hurtling toward her king. She wanted to protect him, but her limbs felt stiff and frozen, and it took more strength than she had just to lift her hand. And when the shadow sword sliced through the green steel gorget and the blood began to flow, she saw that the dying king was not Renly after all but Jaime Lannister, and she had failed him.

🎵And they’re goooooonna get maaaaarrieeeeed🎵

Finally the doors opened, and her betrothed strode into her father’s hall. She tried to greet him as she had been instructed, only to have blood come pouring from her mouth. She had bitten her tongue off as she waited. She spat it at the young knight’s feet, and saw the disgust on his face. “Brienne the Beauty,” he said in a mocking tone. “I have seen sows more beautiful than you.” He tossed the rose in her face. As he walked away, the griffins on his cloak rippled and blurred and changed to lions. Jaime! she wanted to cry. Jaime, come back for me! But her tongue lay on the floor by the rose, drowned in blood. Brienne woke suddenly, gasping. 

🎵 Gooooooiiiiin’ to the chapel  Quiet Isleeeee of loooooove 🎵

“I want to stay with ser,” said Podrick. “I mean, my lady.”

“What you and Lady Brienne may do elsewhere is between you and the Seven,” said Brother Narbert, “but on the Quiet Isle, men and women do not sleep beneath the same roof unless they are wed.”