fruitofthe-poisonoustree:

I’m convinced Game of Thrones is going to end with an old Sam finishing his chronicles of the wars following the death of King Robert, poetically dubbed “A Song of Ice and Fire,” especially after tonight’s episode. Picture it: he shuts the book, the camera pans up, and we see old Sam, played by George R.R. Martin, in the perfect author cameo.

itsnotacrimetoloveyou:

Happy Klaroline Arbor Day!

The full
moons had always meant pain and loneliness. Nothing else.

But on that
morning, he woke up naked in the forest, mind filled with hazy memories of
another wolf and the teasing games they’d played; how she’d run and he’d
chased.

Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Ma-

He’d woken
up alone… Had it been nothing but a dream?

No. His
skin was covered with the evidence of her playful bites; he could still smell
her lingering scent in the air, could still sense her presence in the woods.

He needed
to find her.

So he got
to his feet and started walking, letting his lupine senses guide him as he
sought her through the fog that clouded that morning… Until he caught glimpse
of golden hair amidst the green leaves.

Klaus
called after her, already chasing her – always chasing her.

She turned
around to face him, a smile on her face and a heat in her eyes that mirrored his
own. She was unashamed in her nakedness as she should be. Perfect, she was utterly
perfect and utterly his.

Neither of
them found any words that needed to be said in that moment, their minds too
filled with this instant need for each other, with a fire that threatened to
burn that forest to the ground.

So she took
an inviting step towards him and he closed the distance between them. Neither
of them cared about the dirt or the cold as she allowed him to push her to her
hands and knees, moaning for him so prettily as he filled her, hard and fast
and perfect.

Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.