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Arya Stark in 4.10: The Children (x)

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"There is a power in living wood … a power strong as fire."
Maisie Williams for French magazine Les Inrockuptibles
Found this photo on this blog : moddsblog
#joffrey being a seemingly good guy out of context
#but then I realized this is how sansa saw joffrey when she first met him :((
Motivational Joffrey for when you are feeling down.

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Literally leaning on the girl for support, because pulled to be held by his shirt, he couldn’t hold himself up. The younger frowned however, after too long a moments pause, not wanting to answer and give away that he was in fact the should-be dead prince of Winterfell. ”… I know you..” it was something about the eyes that was familiar, about the eyes brows and the nose. She looked like Jon, only slightly from what he could remember. And the only person he knew and thought looked anything like his half brother was his youngest sister—
“Arya..?"
Summer stilled, his growling ceasing as the name left Bran’s lips. ”Arya why do you— look like… that?” He thought she was a boy! That his sister was a boy, and sure she acted more like a boy than a girl, but this— was embarrassing, or would be if he felt he had to time to even feel it anymore. Instead of keep on moving farther and farther north, feeling the air get colder and colder around them, and watch as green fields started to become whiter and whiter with collecting snow.
Shit. That was the first thought the girl had after hearing her name. She'd been stupid, by turning him around and showing her face. That was how the Hound found her after all. Shouldn't she know by now that when someone looked at her for more than a few seconds they would, without a doubt, recognize her? Sure, Arya had lived with Gendry and Hot Pie for long enough to be used to stupid boys. She turned her face to Summer when he stopped howling. It was only then that she realized who was the person beneath her.
"Bran?" She asked, without moving a muscle, Needle still pressed against him. "I-- I thought you were dead." The last time Arya saw her brother, he was still asleep. She imagined he wouldn't have survived given his... condition. "Does it really matter?" She replied to his question, standing up and sheathing Needle.
My brother gave me that sword.
“Men are men, vows are words, and words are wind. You should put guards around the women.” “And who will guard the guards?”
- Iron Emmet and Jon Snow, ADWD
obsessionisthenewblack asked: lannisters or starks
{ Sleepy time }

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is it weird that i'm actually going to miss joffrey???? itS JUST NOT THE SAME wiTHOUT THAT LITTLE FUCKER
*stabs u* calm down its a metaphor
Winter is coming.
thanks joffrey
#remember when everything didn’t SUCK

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”… yet he bares his teeth at you?” Summer was loyal to Bran, and to his littermates— her scent must have been long forgotten, it had been two years after all. Had the beast recognized the scent of the girl holding the boy he was bonded to, Summer might have calmed, but he had not. Not while Bran kept his brown eyes locked with those large golden hues. ”Summer’s only pack is Shaggydog, my little brother’s wolf.” Ghost was gone with Jon, Arya’s wolf— he was told to be missing, and Lady… she was dead, whilst Greywind was with Robb, who the boy still believed to be alive. ”And since you are boy not beast, you are not Summer’s pack. And he will, hurt you.” As long as Bran was kept with a sword to his neck, his life was in danger and Summer could sense it.
"Well, I might be a boy but I'm also a wolf." She said in a defiant tone. Sure, the direwolf wasn't acting at all friendly towards her, but she assumed it was because he was tied to a tree, and not free like when they still lived in Winterfell. Arya had a slight idea to where Nymeria was because of her dreams, but she knew her wolf had found a new pack. One she was a leader. Though she could feel where her brothers were, she didn't make much of an effort to run towards them.
It was only on the second time that the boy mentioned the direwolf's name that she noticed it was the same one her brother gave. She spun the other's body , forcing him to face her. Needle was now pressed horizontally on his throat.
"How do you know his name?" Arya said between gritted teeth, her anger not allowing her to see that the face she was looking at was the same from two years ago, when he was sleeping. "How do you know the name of my brother's wolf?!" She screamed this time, pulling his shirt.
Margaery Tyrell was weeping in her grandmother’s arms as the old lady said, “Be brave, be brave.”