the wolves will come again

Arya if the faceless men robes were slaying

My first Arya

A little portrait of Sansa

sansa and arya in tully colors complete with annoyed older sister glare

brave bird 🍁

Sunday, September 25th | Day Seven ⇸ Post-Canon Speculations

For @grrmartin ❤️

Sansa was a lady at three, always so courteous and eager to please. She loved nothing so well as tales of knightly valor.

“Once, she had loved Prince Joffrey with all her heart, and admired and trusted his mother, the queen. They had repaid that love and trust with her father’s head. Sansa would never make that mistake again.” // daria sidorchuk as sansa

“So those are your gifts from me, my sweet Sansa… Harry, the Eyrie, and Winterfell. That’s worth another kiss now, don’t you think?” — A Feast for Crows, Alayne II

         “No one.” she would answer.

The outer edge of the parapet came up to her chin, but along the inner edge of the walk was nothing, nothing but a long plunge to the bailey seventy or eighty feet below. All it would take was a shove, she told herself. He was standing right there, right there, smirking at her with those fat wormlips. You could do it, she told herself. You could. Do it right now. It wouldn’t even matter if she went over with him. It wouldn’t matter at all. 

“You must listen to me, boy.” “I’m a  G I R L !”

“Lady Stark, you may survive us yet.”. [x]

You want your father, boy? He’s lying on the floor of some tavern getting pissed on by his friends.

“I am a wolf, and will not be afraid.”

sansa stark meme | four hairstyles ► 2x06 the old gods and the new