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lines you wish hadn’t been cut from the show [1/?] → I think not, Greyjoy 

It was not until they were mounted and on their way that Bran allowed himself to taste the sweet air of victory. By then, his pup was snuggled inside his leathers, warm against him, safe for the long ride home. Bran was wondering what to name him. Halfway across the bridge, Jon pulled up suddenly.“What is it, Jon?” their lord father asked.“Can’t you hear it?”Bran could hear the wind in the trees, the clatter of their hooves on the ironwood planks, the whimpering of his hungry pup, but Jon was listening to something else.“There,” Jon said. He swung his horse around and galloped back across the bridge. They watched him dismount where the direwolf lay dead in the snow, watched him kneel. A moment later he was riding back to them, smiling.“He must have crawled away from the others,” Jon said.“Or been driven away,” their father said, looking at the sixth pup. His fur was white, where the rest of the litter was grey. His eyes were as red as the blood of the ragged man who had died that morning. Bran thought it curious that this pup alone would have opened his eyes while the others were still blind.“An albino,” Theon Greyjoy said with wry amusement. “This one will die even faster than the others.”Jon Snow gave his father’s ward a long, chilling look. “I think not, Greyjoy,” he said. “This one belongs to me.”

lines you wish hadn’t been cut from the show [1/?] I think not, Greyjoy 

It was not until they were mounted and on their way that Bran allowed himself to taste the sweet air of victory. By then, his pup was snuggled inside his leathers, warm against him, safe for the long ride home. Bran was wondering what to name him. Halfway across the bridge, Jon pulled up suddenly.
“What is it, Jon?” their lord father asked.
“Can’t you hear it?”
Bran could hear the wind in the trees, the clatter of their hooves on the ironwood planks, the whimpering of his hungry pup, but Jon was listening to something else.
“There,” Jon said. He swung his horse around and galloped back across the bridge. They watched him dismount where the direwolf lay dead in the snow, watched him kneel. A moment later he was riding back to them, smiling.
“He must have crawled away from the others,” Jon said.
“Or been driven away,” their father said, looking at the sixth pup. His fur was white, where the rest of the litter was grey. His eyes were as red as the blood of the ragged man who had died that morning. Bran thought it curious that this pup alone would have opened his eyes while the others were still blind.
“An albino,” Theon Greyjoy said with wry amusement. “This one will die even faster than the others.”
Jon Snow gave his father’s ward a long, chilling look. “I think not, Greyjoy,” he said. “This one belongs to me.”

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Favorite House Words → Winter is coming

“Oh, my sweet summer child,” Old Nan said quietly, “what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods.”

Favorite House WordsWinter is coming

Oh, my sweet summer child,” Old Nan said quietly, “what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods.”


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ladyjeyne:

can somebody link me to the 30 day asoiaf challenge

i lost it

again 

there’s so many, I don’t know if this is the one you want

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that’s the one! thanks! 


Most Powerful Lines [2/?] → But first we’ll live

He kissed her back, despite all that. When they finally pulled apart, Ygritte was flushed. “You’re mine,” She whispered. “Mine, as I’m yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first we’ll live.” 

“Yes.” His voice was thick. “First we’ll live.”


Most Moving Moment → Jon smiled a strange, sad smile. 

The cold trickles on his face reminded Jon of the day he’d bid farewell to Robb at Winterfell, never knowing that it was for the last time. “And pull your hood up. The snowflakes are melting in your hair.”

Most Moving Moment → Jon smiled a strange, sad smile. 

The cold trickles on his face reminded Jon of the day he’d bid farewell to Robb at Winterfell, never knowing that it was for the last time. “And pull your hood up. The snowflakes are melting in your hair.”


Favorite Prophecy → The Red Wedding

…but chains for the guest and chains for the bridegroom, aye aye aye. 

Favorite Prophecy → The Red Wedding

…but chains for the guest and chains for the bridegroom, aye aye aye. 

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A Character You Feel the Need to Defend→ Robb Stark
“The Others can take her, then,” Robb cursed, in a fury of despair. “Bloody Rickard Karstark as well. And Theon Greyjoy, Walder Frey, Tywin Lannister, and all the rest of them. Gods be good, why would any man ever want to be king? When everyone was shouting King in the North, King in the North, I told myself… I swore to myself… that I would be a good king, as honorable as Father, strong, just, loyal to my friends and brave when I faced my enemies… now I can’t even tell one from the other. How did it all get so confused?”
If Robb is cliche, contrived, or a “prince charming” archetype, then I’m the Queen in the North. Robb stands to completely shatter the trope of the “good” king; the idea that if you act the way you should, you’ll get by in life. I understand that, plainly spoken, evil characters appeal to some people more. Good guys are boring. But that’s because the good guys always win. What if they lose? Robb won every battle but lost the war because he didn’t have what it takes. He had a heart and a soul, which essentially means a sure death in Westeros. There’s no doubt in this fandom that the Stark children go through great struggles, so why are Robb’s always discounted? Because he’s the king? He goes through the same hardships as the rest of the Stark children with one difference - the world is waiting with baited breath for him to make a mistake. The moment Robb acts his age, letting his mask slip, is the moment everything comes crashing down. Westeros is filled with characters struggling to survive, but Robb literally has half of a kingdom that wants to see him dead. And the fate of the half that doesn’t want his head on a spike is completely in his hands. Robb having his mother to help him means nothing when his bannermen look down on him for turning to her, forcing him to only open up to her in secret. The inherent power he has as a king means nothing when his closest supporters can step up behind him and stab him in the back when he least expects it. Robb was raised to be Lord of Winterfell - he got that, sure. But when he was fifteen, upon his father’s beheading. Robb marches south to get his sisters back, and he doesn’t get past Riverrun before suddenly he’s the rebel leader, the first King in the North in 300 years. Robb got everything he could have ever wanted, but learned the hard way that it was the worst thing that could have ever happened to him. The cold, harsh world comes crashing down around Robb almost as quickly as it was put into his hands in the first place. As Asha Greyjoy says in a Feast for Crows, Robb won every battle, but lost all. 

A Character You Feel the Need to Defend
→ Robb Stark

“The Others can take her, then,” Robb cursed, in a fury of despair. “Bloody Rickard Karstark as well. And Theon Greyjoy, Walder Frey, Tywin Lannister, and all the rest of them. Gods be good, why would any man ever want to be king? When everyone was shouting King in the North, King in the North, I told myself… I swore to myself… that I would be a good king, as honorable as Father, strong, just, loyal to my friends and brave when I faced my enemies… now I can’t even tell one from the other. How did it all get so confused?”

If Robb is cliche, contrived, or a “prince charming” archetype, then I’m the Queen in the North. Robb stands to completely shatter the trope of the “good” king; the idea that if you act the way you should, you’ll get by in life. I understand that, plainly spoken, evil characters appeal to some people more. Good guys are boring. But that’s because the good guys always win. What if they lose? Robb won every battle but lost the war because he didn’t have what it takes. He had a heart and a soul, which essentially means a sure death in Westeros. There’s no doubt in this fandom that the Stark children go through great struggles, so why are Robb’s always discounted? Because he’s the king? He goes through the same hardships as the rest of the Stark children with one difference - the world is waiting with baited breath for him to make a mistake. The moment Robb acts his age, letting his mask slip, is the moment everything comes crashing down. Westeros is filled with characters struggling to survive, but Robb literally has half of a kingdom that wants to see him dead. And the fate of the half that doesn’t want his head on a spike is completely in his hands. Robb having his mother to help him means nothing when his bannermen look down on him for turning to her, forcing him to only open up to her in secret. The inherent power he has as a king means nothing when his closest supporters can step up behind him and stab him in the back when he least expects it. Robb was raised to be Lord of Winterfell - he got that, sure. But when he was fifteen, upon his father’s beheading. Robb marches south to get his sisters back, and he doesn’t get past Riverrun before suddenly he’s the rebel leader, the first King in the North in 300 years. Robb got everything he could have ever wanted, but learned the hard way that it was the worst thing that could have ever happened to him. The cold, harsh world comes crashing down around Robb almost as quickly as it was put into his hands in the first place. As Asha Greyjoy says in a Feast for Crows, Robb won every battle, but lost all. 
posted 12 months ago with 66 notes