There's no rhyme or reason here, I just reblog shit I like, mostly pertaining to fandom, but also fashion and really stupid puns. I also flail and rant a lot in the tags, so there's that.
My current fandom is ASOIAF, with Jon Snow and Sansa Stark being my forever faves; they are my boos. House Stark is my fave and Stannis is my king.
to your brothers…
had robb been scared when he died?
-My Mouth Is Full of Stars (paraphrased)
Excerpt:
That night, after the plates had been cleared, Robb carried Bran up to bed himself. Grey Wind led the way, and Summer came close behind. His brother was strong for his age, and Bran was as light as a bundle of rags, but the stairs were steep and dark, and Robb was breathing hard by the time they reached the top.He put Bran into bed, covered him with blankets, and blew out the candle. For a time Robb sat beside him in the dark. Bran wanted to talk to him, but he did not know what to say. “We’ll find a horse for you, I promise,” Robb whispered at last.
“Are they ever coming back?” Bran asked him.
“Yes,” Robb said with such hope in his voice that Bran knew he was hearing his brother and not just Robb the Lord. “Mother will be home soon. Maybe we can ride out to meet her when she comes. Wouldn’t that surprise her, to see you ahorse?”
Even in the dark room, Bran could feel his brother’s smile. “And afterward, we’ll ride north to see the Wall. We won’t even tell Jon we’re coming, we’ll just be there one day, you and me. It will be an adventure.”
“An adventure,” Bran repeated wistfully. He heard his brother sob. The room was so dark he could not see the tears on Robb’s face, so he reached out and found his hand. Their fingers twined together.
-One of my favorite Stark!family scenes :’( (actually I just love all of the Starks okay)
He put Bran into bed, covered him with blankets, and blew out the candle. For a time Robb sat beside him in the dark. Bran wanted to talk to him, but he did not know what to say. “We’ll find a horse for you, I promise,” Robb whispered at last.
“Are they ever coming back?” Bran asked him.
“Yes,” Robb said with such hope in his voice that Bran knew he was hearing his brother and not just Robb the Lord. “Mother will be home soon. Maybe we can ride out to meet her when she comes. Wouldn’t that surprise her, to see you ahorse?” Even in the dark room, Bran could feel his brother’s smile. “And afterward, we’ll ride north to see the Wall. We won’t even tell Jon we’re coming, we’ll just be there one day, you and me. It will be an adventure.”
“An adventure,” Bran repeated wistfully. He heard his brother sob. The room was so dark he could not see the tears on Robb’s face, so he reached out and found his hand. Their fingers twined together.
When Jon had been very young, too young to understand what it meant to be a bastard, he used to dream that one day Winterfell might be his. Later, when he was older, he had been ashamed of those dreams. Winterfell would go to Robb, and then his sons. Even to dream otherwise seemed disloyal, as if he were betraying them in his heart. I never wanted this, he thought. I loved Robb.
hail, hail,
long live the king,
a cry lost amidst wails,
and the singer’s stringsbut the young wolf lives on,
in every northman’s chest,
the wolf’s work is not done,
the pack will do the rest,the north will not forget,
the bite of the young wolf,
the north will make them regret,
the pack will come for youbeware the lions,
beware the twins,
beware the flayed men,
beware the night,
for the wolves will come again
and she waited for someone who never came
Jon is the only brother that remains to me. Should I die without issue, I want him to succeed me as King in the North.
