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So the Stark girls have had a hand in killing:
They’ve literally taken out some of the shows biggest villains- if not the BIGGEST. And to think they began this journey as actual babies, look how far they’ve come. This house really does stan the Stark sisters.
And Savior of the Seven Kingdoms.
“In winter, we must protect ourselves. Look after one another.” Father.
arya and sansa stark are both lesbians so jot THAT down in ur lil dragon books mr george
Sansa: Your list?
Arya: Of people I’m going to kill.
Sansa:
studio ghibli // a song of ice and fire san & arya stark
ASOIAF MEME: 4/8 alternate universe premises: ↳ arya and sansa stark as jedis
Some mornings Arya did not want to wake at all. She would huddle beneath her cloak with her eyes squeezed shut and try to will herself back to sleep. If the Hound would only have left her alone, she would have slept all day and all night. And dreamed. That was the best part, the dreaming. // That was such a sweet dream, Sansa thought drowsily. She had been back in Winterfell, running through the godswood with her Lady. Her father had been there, and her brothers, all of them warm and safe. If only dreaming could make it so…
requested by @thegoldofwinterfell
Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile.
Sansa and Arya + thinking of each other
Sansa remembered a summer’s snow in Winterfell when Arya and Bran had ambushed her as she emerged from the keep one morning. They’d each had a dozen snowballs to hand, and she’d had none. Bran had been perched on the roof of the covered bridge, out of reach, but Sansa had chased Arya through the stables and around the kitchen until both of them were breathless. She might even have caught her, but she’d slipped on some ice. Her sister came back to see if she was hurt. When she said she wasn’t, Arya hit her in the face with another snowball, but Sansa grabbed her leg and pulled her down and was rubbing snow in her hair when Jory came along and pulled them apart, laughing.
They broke their fast in silence until Sandor said, “The thing about your mother…”
"It doesn’t matter," Arya said in a dull voice. "I know she’s dead. I saw her in a dream.”
“Do they frighten you, child?” asked the kindly man. “It is not too late for you to leave us. Is this truly what you want?” Arya bit her lip. She did not know what she wanted. If I leave, where will I go?
The old man shook her so hard her teeth rattled. “Shut your mouth and close your eyes, boy.
