Zachary Allen Williams; Age 12; brown hair; heavier set; is missing in the Joplin, MO Tornado and his family is desperately looking for him. I have reposted a pic of him please keep his family in your prayers while they search for him!! praying!!
Strangely, I’m fond of most houses. They are very unique and diverse in their meaning, purposes and inhabitants. I love the Starks for their noble , honourable and kind behavior. Plus, their tradition seems beautifull to me; northen people that are bound to protect the kingdom from invasions. They are the first to suffer losses, if the White Walkers or the widlings decide to attack. The sigil of their house appeals greatly to me ; I love wolves, they’re my favorite animals <3.
I thought I would hate the Lannisters at first ( I think many people share this opinion), but I’ve grown fascinated by this power-thirsty family. Even though they are ruthless with the outsiders, they are very united amongst themselves, and I think this is the key for their sucess at war. They know how to play the game, but it doesn’t mean they’re all scheming bastards like Cersei , Tywin or just a dumb prick, like Joffrey ; Myrcella, Tommem , Kevan, and even Lancel, they’re all good people. An everyone gets what they deserve, at the end.
The Targaryens; Broken family. I find their story fascinating, and I wish with my whole heart that GRRM writes the parte BEFORE Robert’s rebellion. Dany is my most favorite character, and I’m rooting for her in this war <3.
Tyrell, Martell, Tully…I find them all fascinating in a way. I’m just not very fond of the Greyjoys. They seem to be too vengefull.
Oh yeah, and death to the Freys. All of them. And the Boltons too >/. Scheming bastards. I hope the White Walkers catch you first.
Bran looked at the crow on his shoulder, and the crow looked back. It had three eyes, and the third eye was full of a terrible knowledge. Bran looked down. There was nothing below him now but snow and cold and death, a frozen wasteland where jagged blue-white spires of ice waited to embrace him. They flew up at him like spears. He saw the bones of a thousand other dreamers impaled upon their points. He was desperately afraid.
“Can a man still be brave if he’s afraid?” he heard his own voice saying, small and far away.
And his father’s voice replied to him. “That is the only time a man can be brave.”
Now, Bran, the crow urged. Choose. Fly or die.
Death reached for him, screaming.
Bran spread his arms and flew.
”—A Game of Thrones by George R. R. Martin (via missingsun)