Grieving Petyr

[queensansabaelish]

Hello

It's been nearly 10 years since I logged into this account. (Wow.)

Hello to anyone still here?

I used to write fanfiction about Petyr and Sansa (I still love them and disregard what D&D did to him 💔).

Anyway, I miss writing. I miss the community. I've decided to give it another crack after so long. I need to give my creative reflexs a good old stretch, so to speak.

I'm in denial that there will never be a season 4 of Hannibal. To me, it will return with Clarice Starling. So I've started writing again. Chapter one is up - https://archiveofourown.org/works/86075746/chapters/227593376

[freckles-and-books]

TO BE HOPEFUL in bad times is not just foolishly romantic. It is based on the fact that human history is a history not only of cruelty, but also of compassion, sacrifice, courage, kindness. What we choose to emphasize in this complex history will determine our lives. If we see only the worst, it destroys our capacity to do something. If we remember those times and places—and there are so many—where people have behaved magnificently, this gives us the energy to act, and at least the possibility of sending this spinning top of a world in a different direction. And if we do act, in however small a way, we don’t have to wait for some grand utopian future. The future is an infinite succession of presents, and to live now as we think human beings should live, in defiance of all that is bad around us, is itself a marvelous victory.

Howard Zinn (via

patsywalker

)

[dangerouslygenresavvy]

[eaulinka]

It’s pretty obvious what my game is there. But at the same time, my character is becoming quite aware that Sansa is becoming as bright as me and wary of my manipulations of her. They use each other. They enjoy each other. They’re onto each other. (Aidan Gillen on Petyr & Sansa.)

[rubyredwisp]

“Ah, Arya. You have a wildness in you, child. ‘The wolf blood,’ my father used to call it. Lyanna had a touch of it, and my brother Brandon more than a touch. It brought them both to an early grave.” Arya heard sadness in his voice; he did not often speak of his father, or of the brother and sister who had died before she was born. “Lyanna might have carried a sword, if my lord father had allowed it. You remind me of her sometimes. You even look like her.” “Lyanna was beautiful,” Arya said, startled. Everybody said so. It was not a thing that was ever said of Arya. “She was,” Eddard Stark agreed, “beautiful, and willful, and dead before her time.”

[owenburnett]

Aidan Gillen as Lord Petyr “Littlefinger” Baelish, Game of Thrones Seasons 1-7

[call-him-benjamin]

Littlefinger + showing up when it counts.

[iwouldservehim]

[iheartgot]

There are always lessons in failures. (requested by karasbarrys)

[theofaronarchive]

Aidan Gillen || Sing Street

[willorcs]

He saved Alayne, his daughter, a voice within her whispered. But she was Sansa too… and sometimes it seemed to her that the Lord Protector was two people as well. He was Petyr, her protector, warm and funny and gentle… but he was also Littlefinger, the lord she’d known at King’s Landing, smiling slyly and stroking his beard as he whispered in Queen Cersei’s ear. […] Littlefinger was only a mask he had to wear. Only sometimes Sansa found it hard to tell where the man ended and the mask began. Littlefinger and Lord Petyr looked so very much alike

Sansa I

A Feast For Crows

(via marajedi)

[theofaronarchive]

[jonarya786]

Salt and pepper hairs*sigh*

[souberbielle]

Littlefinger hefted the knife lightly in his hand, testing the grip. He flipped it in the air, caught it again in his other hand. … He grasped the blade between thumb and forefinger, drew it back over his shoulder, and threw it across the room with a practiced flick of his wrist. It struck the door, and buried itself deep in the oak, quivering.

A Game of Thrones, Catelyn IV

This is actually insanely difficult, though. That’s not a throwing knife, it’s a dagger. He threw it across the room with enough force to lodge it in oak. He casually juggled Valyrian steel. I’m scared.

(via souberbielle)

[petyrbaelishs]

“Then let Lord Hornwood’s bastard be the heir,” Bran said, thinking of his half brother Jon. // Ser Rodrik…questioned the steward closely about Lord Hornwood’s bastard, the boy Larence Snow. In the north, all highborn bastards took the surname Snow. This lad was near twelve, and the steward praised his wits and courage. “Your notion about the bastard may have merit, Bran,” Maester Luwin said after. ♦ requested by by @ladyflorence1215

[fairytaleasoldastime]

Would you rather have a kid like Joffrey or marry Ramsay? [x]

[fairytaleasoldastime]

If your characters were in 2017, in our world, what do you think they’d be doing? What job and status would they have? [x]

[queeenpersephone]

fic recs || a poison tree by @redlektor

His eyes were molten, roiling contradictions; she didn’t understand how they could be cold and hot all at once, ugly and beautiful, inhuman indifference and burning devotion, euphoric destruction and violent tranquility.  “I want you, care for you, not for any resemblance or name you bear but because I know you, for all the dark, twisted imperfections that make you mine and not theirs, that make you perfect. I love you, Sansa Stark. Nothing you do or say can change that.”

@liittlefinger requested: petyr baelish