killbilled:

“How long must I be blind?” she would ask. “Until darkness is as sweet to you as light,” the waif would say, “or until you ask us for your eyes. Ask and you shall see.”
And then you will send me away. Better blind than that. They would not make her yield.

stormbornvalkyrie:

♕ stick ‘em with the pointy end.

asprettyasyourown:

He is part of you, Robb. To fear him is to fear you. // She was a wolf, huge and powerful, and when she emerged from beneath the trees, she could smell the rank stench of fear from horse and man alike.

ragnarsstark:

You’re a northerner, aren’t you? And what do they say of Robb Stark in the North?

stormbornvalkyrie:

there is fire in your blood
a forest building in your veins
don’t try to lose the moonlight
you were meant for this…

masha-russia:

🔥 A Song of Ice and Fire project → A Gifset per every chapter

↪ A Game of Thrones, XXII, Arya II

“Now we will begin the dance. Remember, child, this is not the iron dance of Westeros we are learning, the knight’s dance, hacking and hammering, no. This is the bravo’s dance, the water dance, swift and sudden. All men are made of water, do you know this? When you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die.“

He took a step backward, raised his own wooden blade. “Now you will try to strike me.“ 

Arya tried to strike him. She tried for four hours, until every muscle in her body was sore and aching, while Syrio Forel clicked his teeth together and told her what to do. 

The next day their real work began.

valiantnedspreciouslittlegirl:

The priest winced and snatched his hand back. “And how could a blind girl know that?”
I saw you. “I gave you three. I don’t need to give you four.” Maybe on the morrow she would tell him about the cat that had followed her home last night from Pynto’s, the cat that was hiding in the rafters, looking down on them. Or maybe not. If he could have secrets, so could she.

stormbornvalkyrie:

♕ Maisie Williams as Arya Stark

“Last season people asked: ‘Is she dead?’ I’m all, ‘No, she’s blind.’ It’s too easy to kill her,” says Williams. “If there’s one thing we’ve learned from Game of Thrones it’s that death is the easy way out.”  x

kit-harington:

_{Game of Thrones season 6 character portraits!}

iheartgot:

Who would make the best Queen of Westeros? I can’t just choose one queen. I think it has to be two queens, and it has to be Sansa Stark and Arya Stark together on that throne. Sansa’s strength and the strategy she’s developing intellectually and Arya’s insight, physical strength and abilities…That’s what I’d like to see. – Gwendoline Christie

aryastarksource:

Her nights were lit by distant stars and the shimmer of moonlight on snow, but every dawn she woke to darkness. 

She opened her eyes and stared up blind at the black that shrouded her, her dream already fading. So beautiful. She licked her lips, remembering. The bleating of the sheep, the terror in the shepherd’s eyes, the sound the dogs had made as she killed them one by one, the snarling of her pack. Game had become scarcer since the snows began to fall, but last night they had feasted. Lamb and dog and mutton and the flesh of man. Some of her little grey cousins were afraid of men, even dead men, but not her. Meat was meat, and men were prey. She was the N I G H T  W O L F. 

But only when she dreamed.

thesistersstark:

Fear cuts deeper than swords (insp.)

fat-walda:

She opened her eyes and stared up blind at the black that shrouded her, her dream already fading. So beautiful. She licked her lips, remembering. The bleating of the sheep, the terror in the shepherd’s eyes, the sound the dogs had made as she killed them one by one, the snarling of her pack. Game had become scarcer since the snows began to fall, but last night they had feasted. Lamb and dog
and mutton and the flesh of man. Some of her little grey cousins were afraid of men, even dead men, but not her. Meat was meat, and men were prey. She was the night wolf.
But only when she dreamed.

aryajon:

Don’t! Don’t kill him. 

lareinecersei:

You do not need to be a girl who is waiting for flowers, candlelight and moonlit walks on the beach. You deserve so much more than that. Because girls like you are beautiful forces of nature - part forest, part fire and part sea.

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