A marriage is a private thing. It has its own wild laws, and secret histories, and savage acts, and what passes between married people is incomprehensible to outsiders. We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying, but what we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

Daenerys ; Gryffindor. Arianne ; Slytherin.
Missandei ; Gryffindor. Jaime ; Slytherin.
Sansa ; Ravenclaw. Jeyne ; Hufflepuff.

Blind date meme - Jaime Lannister & Daenerys Targaryen ; I swore an oath to protect you.  (patrickstormborn & fuckinginthenorth)

We could end this war right now, boy. Save thousands of lives. You fight for the Starks, I fight for the Lannisters. Swords, lances, teeth, nails—choose your weapons, and let’s end this here and now.
If we do it your way, Kingslayer, you’d win. We’re not doing it your way.

Favourite ASOIAF Characters (redo); Jaime Lannister
“The Kingslayer, yes. The oathbreaker who murdered poor sad Aerys Targaryen.” Jaime snorted. “It’s not Aerys I rue, it’s Robert. ‘I hear they’ve named you Kingslayer’ he said to me at his coronation feast. ‘Just don’t think to make it a habit.’ And he laughed. Why is it that no one names Robert oathbreaker? He tore the realm apart, yet I am the one with shit for honor.”

A song of ice and fire/Game of throne challenge - favourite family dynamic - The Lannister

The Lion doesn’t concern himself with the opinions of the sheep.

A song of ice and fire/Game of throne challenge -Your favorite male character. - Jaime Lannister

“The Kingslayer, yes. The oathbreaker who murdered poor sad Aerys Targaryen.” Jaime snorted. “It’s not Aerys I rue, it’s Robert. ‘I hear they’ve named you Kingslayer’ he said to me at his coronation feast. ‘Just don’t think to make it a habit.’ And he laughed. Why is it that no one names Robert oathbreaker? He tore the realm apart, yet I am the one with shit for honor.”

Favourite ASOIAF Characters; Jaime Lannister
There are no men like me. There’s only me.

But when he closed his eyes, it was Aerys Targaryen he saw, pacing alone in his throne room, picking at his scabbed and bleeding hands. The fool was always cutting himself on the blades and barbs of the Iron Throne. Jaime had slipped in through the king’s door, clad in his golden armor, sword in hand. The golden armor, not the white, but no one ever remembers that. Would that I had taken off that damned cloak as well. When Aerys saw the blood on his blade, he demanded to know if it was Lord Tywin’s. “I want him dead, the traitor. I want his head, you’ll bring me his head, or you’ll burn with all the rest. All the traitors. Rossart says they are inside the walls! He’s gone to make them a warm welcome. Whose blood? Whose?”
“Rossart’s,” answered Jaime.