captainelizabeth:

mybigfatredwedding:

but how can you bash sansa for liking stories about knights and adventure when you’re the one reading asoiaf

#ur literally reading a 7000 page fantasy series?? #i do not understand 

(via marchionessofblackadder)

Sansa knew most of the hymns, and followed along on those she did not know as best she could. She sang along with grizzled old serving men and anxious young wives, with serving girls and soldiers, cooks and falconers, knights and knaves, squires and spit boys and nursing mothers. She sang with those inside the castle walls and those without, sang with all the city. She sang for mercy, for the living and the dead alike, for Bran and Rickon and Robb, for her sister Arya and her bastard brother Jon Snow, away off on the Wall. She sang for her mother and her father, for her grandfather Lord Hoster and her uncle Edmure Tully, for her friend Jeyne Poole, for old drunken King Robert, for Septa Mordane and Ser Dontos and Jory Cassel and Maester Luwin, for all the brave knights and soldiers who would die today, and for the children and the wives who would mourn them, and finally, toward the end, she even sang for Tyrion the Imp and for the Hound. He is no true knight but he saved me all the same, she told the Mother. Save him if you can, and gentle the rage inside him.

(Source: angelic37, via nerdacious)

j-ehan:

“Yeah I watch Game of Thrones”

“Sansa is so annoying though.”

(Source: lady-tyrell, via marchionessofblackadder)

nobodysuspectsthebutterfly:

beenamistry:

I can’t art so I made u this as a thank you.

IT’S BEAUTIFUL THANK YOU BEE

(source: “House Sansa’s sigil could also be a flying wolf with a lemoncake in its mouth on a field of who cares its a flying wolf with a lemoncake in its mouth”)

(Source: itsonlysummerinthesongs, via quintoprocuratore)

crownthehound:

sweet-lady-justice:

exitpursuedbyasloth:

evan-g:

rodrikgreyjoy:

exitpursuedbyasloth:

acetrainerkamau:

ofhouseadama:

acetrainerkamau:

Sansa Stark seems like the worst person to hang out with.

#is a wet blanket

how about

#is an abuse victim going through some extensive shit

Sansa was terrible well before then so I’m not just going to give her a pass.

Yeah, cause being really into music, cake, crafting, cake, boys, her puppy, fashion, cake, ancestry.com, not using the word bastard around her bastard brother because she knows that’s an unkind word, teaching that bastard brother how to talk to girls, cake, trying not to destroy her future by pissing off the man she has to marry, trying to bond with her sister she has trouble relating with, courtesy, cake, rooting and cheering in a joust for the drunken ass who the night before mistook you for a therapist and threatened to kill you just because he is very sad and should have some nice thing happen to him, and motherfuckin’ lemoncakes is just terrible. Really, really terrible. Worst fucking person in Westeros, that one.

By the gods, could you imagine hanging out with her? She’d probably, like, make you tea and feed you cake and make conversation and offer interesting gossip and pay attention to what you say and be genuinely empathetic and then feed you more cake and then embroider something or braid your hair while you eat that cake. That monster.

nope, sorry. The Sansa defense force makes me laugh but she’s still boring as hell.

Excuse me, good sir, but I couldn’t help but notice your sidebar.

Now, go back up and reread my post about Sansa and her likes and interests. Do you not see any resemblance?

You love various Not So Healthy foodstuffs (pizza, pot stickers, burritos), Sansa also enjoys Not So Healthy foodstuffs.

You love many types of music, Sansa also loves music.

You love girls so much you mention it twice, Sansa likes boys (she also likes girls, but probably not in the same way you do).

You love critical thinking, and that is a skill Sansa had to get very good at very quickly.

You like parties, Sansa likes parties.

You like not shitting in the woods, and although it has never been specifically addressed, I am going to hazard a guess that Sansa also enjoys not having to shit in the woods.

You like dogs, Sansa LOVES dogs.

You like the Cold War, and Sansa could probably recount all the details of every major war that ever happened in Westeros.

You like design and art, and so does Sansa, she made her own dresses and embroiders like a motherfucker.

You like reading, and although reading for pleasure isn’t exactly common in Westeros, and most books mentioned are either histories or scholarly research, Sansa does like hearing tales and songs and poetry and can recite many at any time, which would probably be the Westerosi equivalent of our modern reading habits.

Face it, dude, if Sansa is boring as hell, so are you.

(Although, to be fair, you do differ in that you enjoy making shitty music, while Sansa is quite skilled at the harp. And the bells. She even composed her own melody called “Mine Own Self Doth Be More Amongst The Living Than Thine Beloveds”.)

oh my god…

(via nobodysuspectsthebutterfly)

I wish the Hound were here. The night of the battle, Sandor Clegane had come to her chambers to take her from the city, but Sansa had refused. Sometimes she lay awake at night, wondering if she’d been wise. She had his stained white cloak hidden in a cedar chest beneath her summer silks. She could not say why she’d kept it. The Hound had turned craven, she heard it said; at the height of the battle, he got so drunk the Imp had to take his men. But Sansa understood. She knew the secret of his burned face. It was only the fire he feared. That night, the wildfire had set the river itself ablaze, and filled the very air with green flame. Even in the castle, Sansa had been afraid. Outside… she could scarcely imagine it.

Sighing, she got out quill and ink, and wrote Margaery Tyrell a gracious note of acceptance.

When the appointed night arrived, another of the Kingsguard came for her, a man as different from Sandor Clegane as… well, as a flower from a dog.

(Source: angelic37, via nobodysuspectsthebutterfly)

exitpursuedbyasloth:

acetrainerkamau:

ofhouseadama:

acetrainerkamau:

Sansa Stark seems like the worst person to hang out with.

#is a wet blanket

how about

#is an abuse victim going through some extensive shit

Sansa was terrible well before then so I’m not just going to give her a pass.

Yeah, cause being really into music, cake, crafting, cake, boys, her puppy, fashion, cake, ancestry.com, not using the word bastard around her bastard brother because she knows that’s an unkind word, teaching that bastard brother how to talk to girls, cake, trying not to destroy her future by pissing off the man she has to marry, trying to bond with her sister she has trouble relating with, courtesy, cake, rooting and cheering in a joust for the drunken ass who the night before mistook you for a therapist and threatened to kill you just because he is very sad and should have some nice thing happen to him, and motherfuckin’ lemoncakes is just terrible. Really, really terrible. Worst fucking person in Westeros, that one.

By the gods, could you imagine hanging out with her? She’d probably, like, make you tea and feed you cake and make conversation and offer interesting gossip and pay attention to what you say and be genuinely empathetic and then feed you more cake and then embroider something or braid your hair while you eat that cake. That monster.

(via nobodysuspectsthebutterfly)

WHY SANDOR HATES TYRION

(one of the reasons) 

God, if someone’s already mentioned this, I’m going to be sad.

(Source: jaydbee, via swiftsnowmane)

He made a queer sound, and it took her a moment to realize he was sobbing.

(Source: vvvbitemarkzvvv, via jeavert)

coiaf:

Bad Dog! <3

Here’s one just in time for Valentine’s Day for all the SanSan fans.

I hope you all have a better V-day than Sandor does.

(via girlsarewolves)

(Source: finch, via winterfellsnowcastle)

(Source: goodqueensansa)

Sophie Turner, Jack Gleeson, Sibel Kekilli / GoT s3 Invitation to the set [x]

(Source: achippedcup, via girlsarewolves)

two sides of the same coin

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