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The Targaryen smile™

Carice van Houten

Stay down, or I’ll kill you.  

I admire her, woman made of fire, who rose from the ashes of her own pain and fear and turned it to courage, making an unforgiving world bow before her, for she is truly magic. I admire her, woman made of rage, who suffered silently and did her duty, rage bubbling inside her, until it erupted and her wrath was awakened, all trembling before her and her glory, for she is a lioness, and no longer caged.  I admire her, woman made of steel, who was told who she was supposed to be but stayed true to herself in spite of it all. She got pushed to the ground and rose again each time stronger than the last, perpetually a warrior. People hated her because they were afraid of her, for she was original, inimitable, and the epitome of strength.  I admire her, woman made of winter, who was viewed as beautiful, soft, and weak. But just like winter, she was cold, hard, and unforgiving, the world tried to chew her up and spit her out but they all underestimated her resilience. Through all her tragedies she emerged smarter, stronger, and wiser, for she faced the horrors of the world head on with their snarling faces, and being the wolf she is, she snarled back, and the world was in awe of their grave mistake. I admire her, girl made of vengeance, who loved so fiercely she took justice in her own hands because the world was flawed, the guilty still roamed the earth while the innocent were dead. She turned her pain into strength and through determination and training she slowly brought justice to the ones she loved who were taken away harshly. She is someone to be feared, someone who has had everyone she’s ever loved ripped away from her and nothing left to lose.

Dany/Cersei/Brienne/Sansa/Arya (via swansansa)

“I remember, Sam. I still remember.” He was not making sense. “Remember what?” “Dragons,” Aemon whispered. “The grief and glory of my House, they were.”