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Suddenly Arya remembered the crypts at Winterfell. They were a lot scarier than this place, she told herself. She’d been just a little girl the first time she saw them. Her brother Robb had taken them down, her and Sansa and baby Bran, who’d been no bigger than Rickon was now. They’d only had one candle between them, and Bran’s eyes had gotten as big as saucers as he stared at the stone faces of the Kings of Winter, with their wolves at their feet and their iron swords across their laps.
Robb took them all the way down to the end, past Grandfather and Brandon and Lyanna, to show them their own tombs. Sansa kept looking at the stubby little candle, anxious that it might go out. Old Nan had told her there were spiders down here, and rats as big as dogs. Robb smiled when she said that. “There are worse things than spiders and rats,” he whispered. “This is where the dead walk.” That was when they heard the sound, low and deep and shivery. Baby Bran had clutched at Arya’s hand.
When the spirit stepped out of the open tomb, pale white and moaning for blood, Sansa ran shrieking for the stairs, and Bran wrapped himself around Robb’s leg, sobbing. Arya stood her ground and gave the spirit a punch. It was only Jon, covered with flour. “You stupid,” she told him, “you scared the baby,” but Jon and Robb just laughed and laughed, and pretty soon Bran and Arya were laughing too.
The memory made Arya smile, and after that the darkness held no more terrors for her.

Suddenly Arya remembered the crypts at Winterfell. They were a lot scarier than this place, she told herself. She’d been just a little girl the first time she saw them. Her brother Robb had taken them down, her and Sansa and baby Bran, who’d been no bigger than Rickon was now. They’d only had one candle between them, and Bran’s eyes had gotten as big as saucers as he stared at the stone faces of the Kings of Winter, with their wolves at their feet and their iron swords across their laps.

Robb took them all the way down to the end, past Grandfather and Brandon and Lyanna, to show them their own tombs. Sansa kept looking at the stubby little candle, anxious that it might go out. Old Nan had told her there were spiders down here, and rats as big as dogs. Robb smiled when she said that. “There are worse things than spiders and rats,” he whispered. “This is where the dead walk.” That was when they heard the sound, low and deep and shivery. Baby Bran had clutched at Arya’s hand.

When the spirit stepped out of the open tomb, pale white and moaning for blood, Sansa ran shrieking for the stairs, and Bran wrapped himself around Robb’s leg, sobbing. Arya stood her ground and gave the spirit a punch. It was only Jon, covered with flour. “You stupid,” she told him, “you scared the baby,” but Jon and Robb just laughed and laughed, and pretty soon Bran and Arya were laughing too.

The memory made Arya smile, and after that the darkness held no more terrors for her.


  # Arya Stark    # A Song of Ice and Fire    # ASoIaF  

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I STILL DON’T FUCKING UNDERSTAND WHY THE “STAIRWAY TO THE SKIES” SONG BY WITHIN TEMPTATION CAN BE SO DIFFERENT IN ALL VERSIONS EVEN THOUGH ALL VERSIONS ARE CUT OF THE SAME CLOTH LIKE WHAT THE FUCK


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nickfuckface:

parents: “u should be more active”
me: image


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flamingno:

the sims facebook page just posted this and i’m scared

flamingno:

the sims facebook page just posted this and i’m scared


  # The Sims    # HALLELUJAH  

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I LOVE YOU THIS MUCH ► 3/? My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

I LOVE YOU THIS MUCH ► 3/? 
My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.


  # Sansa Stark    # Game of Thrones    # GoT    # futsuqueueshii  

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  # pretty words    # hope economics  

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Zuhair Murad - Spring Summer 2011

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lannistaaars:

“You will never walk again, Bran,”
the pale lips promised,
"but you will fly.”

Bran Stark ⎪ a song of ice and fire quotes


  # Bran Stark    # A Song of Ice and Fire    # ASoIaF  

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If I look back I am lost.


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-Will you tell me who the father is?

-No, I don’t want him to know.

-Why?


  # Reign    # WHAT DID YOU DO    # futsuqueueshii