Not Arya, not Weasel, not Nan nor Arry nor Squab, not even Lumpyhead. She was only some girl who ran with a dog by day, and dreamed of wolves by night.




gravityeye:

#a girl does not give a fuck


pepperonccini:

I started watching Game of Thrones about a month ago and I think I could agree most of the people I know love Arya’s spirit. I made a drawing after watching the last episode and I turned it into a poster for the con. I really wish I had more time to make one for Dany and John Snow. (  u 3 u ) And my secret ship Bran and Jojen. Please don’t re-post, edit this picture or delete my author comment.

pepperonccini:

I started watching Game of Thrones about a month ago and I think I could agree most of the people I know love Arya’s spirit. I made a drawing after watching the last episode and I turned it into a poster for the con. I really wish I had more time to make one for Dany and John Snow. (  u 3 u ) And my secret ship Bran and Jojen.

Please don’t re-post, edit this picture or delete my author comment.




Deeper than Swords
For Zen Monkey Studios’ upcoming series of Game of Thrones themed poster prints. Posters will be available soon, you’ll hear it here first!

Deeper than Swords

For Zen Monkey Studios’ upcoming series of Game of Thrones themed poster prints. 
Posters will be available soon, you’ll hear it here first!


favourite asoiaf characters; Arya Stark

“Who are you?” he would ask her every day.

“No one,” she would answer, she who had been Arya of House Stark, Arya Underfoot, Arya Horseface. She had been Arry and Weasel too, and Squab and Salty, Nan the cupbearer, a grey mouse, a sheep, the ghost of Harrenhal but not for true, not in her heart of hearts. In there she was Arya of Winterfell, the daughter of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn, who had once had brothers named Robb and Bran and Rickon, a sister named Sansa, a direwolf called Nymeria, a half brother named Jon Snow. In there she was someone … but that was not the answer that he wanted.”


"Him of many faces."

"And many names," the kindly man had said. … "All men must bow to him in the end, no matter if they worship the Seven or the Lord of Light, the Moon Mother or the Drowned God or the Great Shepherd. All mankind belongs to him…else somewhere in the world would be a folk who lived forever. Do you know of any folk who live forever?"

"No," she would answer. "All men must die."


theblueboxonbakerstreet:

curiousgeorgiana:

theladyofthorns:

#a man did not think this through

#a man looks at his life #a man looks at his choices