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~SEMI-HIATUS~ Frida | 17 | INFP "Oh, what a day; what a lovely day." ***

[amygdalae]

the whole time I was reading Mexican Gothic it kept reminding me of this tweet

[calicoture]

oh to be in love the way gansey and blue are :,))

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[annebonnydyke]

watching shadow and bone having only read six of crows is so fun hello inej hello jesper hello evil shadow man i hadn’t heard of before a month ago hello kaz

[stardyng]

In Season One, Sansa Stark showed me that there’s no shame in being naive, making easy mistakes or being innocent, and that all of these traits don’t mean that you will never be of worth in life. They just mean that you’re a child, and that you have a full life to pick yourself up and be the person you were destined to be. 

In Season Two, Sansa Stark showed me that physical strength isn’t the only one of worth, as emotional and intellectual strength matters just as much. She quickly adapted to her new environment filled with the worst players in the game of thrones, yet she faked this facade, navigated the court like an expert and despite all of the abuse she was being given, kept her head high, kept believing that things could be better, and she was still full of love and empathy for others. 

In Season Three and Four, Sansa Stark showed me that even the humblest of people, can learn and grow slowly, and better a force to be reckoned with on their own. Sansa was passed around like a political pawn all in order for other people to gain advantage, and everybody underestimated her importance of her worth, but she grew, and quite quickly at that, and ended up managing to manipulate grown men and women in power all to further her own goal. 

In Season Five, Sansa Stark showed me that the key to surviving isn’t brute strength or pessimism, but rather, a gentle heart and soul. She found Theon, the same person who took her home from her brother’s hands whose action led to the suffering of many, and helped him embrace his true identity as Theon Greyjoy of House Stark. It was through love that she was able to get his allegiance, and that love pushed him to help Sansa escape Winterfell. 

In Season Six, Sansa Stark showed me that strength doesn’t come from abuse, it’s there despite it. She went through trauma others wouldn’t even dare to imagine, and yet it was through the fire that was always in her that she was able to start a rebellion right after what she went through, convince her brother to embrace his identity as a hero, to help gather all of the northern houses, and to at the end of the day, win the war and kill her abuser, all for herself, for her family and for the people in the North. The little bird truly has always been a phoenix. 

In Season Seven and Eight, Sansa Stark showed me that isn’t fear or simply killing the enemy that will make you earn the respect of the people, it’s through love of who she is and what she represents and respect what she does. Sansa strategically handled the rations to make sure that all of her people, she puts importance to what the lords and ladies of the North has to say, she listens to her advisers and ask for their input on matters she knows less about, she cares far more about the safety and health of her soldiers than she does about having revenge on her abuser, she kept the castle open for her people till the very last moment despite the contrary would be more convenient for her, and at the end of the day, her guards respect her, the lords respect her and the people respect her. 

Thank you Sansa Stark for messing up and picking yourself up again with grace, dignity and strength, for being a source of light even when your life was as it darkest, for empowering yourself when everyone else dismissed you, for being strong because of your gentle soul that touched many in and out of the story, for having such a truly empowering journey not because but despite the abuse you suffered, and for being the best queen we could have ever asked for. 

Thank you so much.

[dylanobrienisbatman]

Sansa Stark gets to spend the rest of her days as the Queen in the North. She completed Robb Stark’s mission, she freed the North and all its people, and they chose her to lead them. Even with a Stark on the Throne in Kings Landing, she never forgot what the people of the North asked of her family, and she made sure to give it to them. It was never about who sat on the Iron Throne for the people of the North, and Sansa knew it. She lived it, she fought for it. The North will forever be a free and Independent Kingdom, ruled by a Queen they chose, because of Sansa Stark, daughter of Lady Catelyn and Lord Eddard Stark, sister of King Robb Stark and King Jon Snow, the Red Wolf, the Lady of Winterfell, and the Queen in the North. She will sit upon her throne, with direwolves carved into the wood, in her family home, and for the rest of her days she will be the Queen she was always meant to be, and history will remember her as the Queen who finally freed the North. 

All hail Queen Sansa, of House Stark. Long may she reign. 

[brililant]

the last words ever spoken on game of thrones?

the queen in the north.

[maisiewilliams]

I loved that ending for every last one of the Starks, and I thought it fit them perfectly. The show’s version was rather muddled, but when you consider how these characters have been presented to us in ASOIAF, perhaps it couldn’t end any other way

If we are going to have a monarchy, no one can bring more perspective and empathy to the role than Bran. He represents historical memory and a connection to all of Westeros, including, most importantly, the lives of the common folk

Sansa was able to achieve all that she ever wanted; independent sovereignty for her people, a crown on her head, and in the future, a growing family of her own. Jon and Arya are still both within plausible reach, and can be a branch back to her past

As much as Arya wanted her family to be safe in Winterfell, she never belonged there. It meant peace to her, but once she no longer needed that comfort, she was able to forge forward with new ideas, and explore places no one else has been. Who better to confront the unknown?

And Jon—Jon, who never found a place for himself, who was always on the outside—is able to return to the only situation where he ever found happiness. As a wildling in the forest, he felt free, separated from honor and duty, and, for perhaps the first time, fully himself

The Starks are separated now on individual paths, but it isn’t forever. They each exist in the world where they will best succeed—Jon as a free man, Arya as an explorer, Sansa as a queen, Bran as a leader—but they can still return to each other, and their home

[inheroes--wetrust]

[bellblake]

First + Last Appearances 

[selinakylebat]

The last Starks: then and now.

[archivistofnerddom]

Give us the ten year flash forward where:

Jon is happy beyond the Wall, where the Night’s Watch handles diplomacy between the Wildlings, the North, and Westeros.

Arya is a renowned adventure-having badass who has expanded what they know of the West. Occasionally, a Faceless Man shows up to check in on her (and no one dies).

Bran has stabilized the Six Kingdoms and is casually looking for the next Three-Eyed Raven/King of Westeros.

Brienne continues to be happy.

Davos gets regular vacations.

Naarth stays safe because of Grey Worm and the Unsullied.

Tyrion is allowed to step down as the Hand of the King after he’s helped choose a worthy successor into whose capable hands the Six Kingdoms can be left.

The North is thriving under the watchful eye of Sansa Stark.

The issue of succession for House Stark is raised. Sansa just smiles and lets her advisors know that that will be resolved when the Ambassador of the Six Kingdoms to the North arrives. Tyrion shows up and they finally get to have a good, solid, supportive marriage.

And, somewhere in the East, Drogon waits as a Red Priestess chants over a body. Then, as the flash forward ends, Daenerys Targaryen is revived with blood red eyes, signifying that she is the Fire equivalent of the Night King.

[hunterschafer]

My skin has turned to porcelain to ivory to steel.

[glorianas]

1.01//8.06

[theclashofqueens]

Queen in the North!

[kyloren]

details of Queen Sansa’s coronation outfit

[limpdicksamurai]

Goodbye y’all, I’ll remember u in therapy

[riverphoenixsgirlfriend-deactiv]

melodrama (track by track)

green light: the haunting revelation of being free after the break up. but you don’t know what to do with that freedom. it’s frightening and beautiful and inspiring and it makes you lonely and excited all at once. you want to dance with friends and scream out the car window but you hit every red light just at the mere thought of ever moving on.

sober: depression and anxiety is wasting away your youth. you live for the weekend to come. you live for any kind of buzz. you sleep until the bright orange afternoon creeps into your window. but the night is always there for you. the parties, the confetti and the blue lights that rain down, is all worth it in the moment. until you realize you’re all alone.

homemade dynamite: all your decisions and all your actions are self destructive. every bottle of liquor you finish and every house you destroy, you know it’s a form of self hate. but it’s how you cope through all the bullshit.

the louvre: a evening drive through the city with your lover. the day is warm and the tar on the road is hot. the window is down and the air feels liberating. you want to love them forever. but it’s a sunday and your stomach sinks and nothing lasts forever. and now your at a house party months later and everyone is high and the music is booming and you see your ex across the room and you feel like you know no one there and you want to hide away so you leave and no one notices anyways.

liability: you blame the break up on all your insecurities. you blame it all on the way you’d call them every night crying. you think that maybe your sadness is contagious. you should’ve known to sterilize yourself from the start.

hard feelings/loveless: you pack up everything that belonged to them and put it into a box. you practice not having their name on your tongue. you attempt to forget the taste of them. you consider holding on and staying friends, but that anger overrules and you throw that box off the highway bridge. you’re over the aching and now you moved onto the hard feelings. you want to blame them for everything. summer nights are too long. mornings are empty without their texts of “good morning” and you taste this endless nostalgia for the rest of your life. but you don’t let them see this side of you. you let them see the anger. you let them think you’re indestructible.

sober II: growing up with drama stuffed inside of you like all the drugs and alcohol you consume, is tiring. you go through the motions and you nod to their questions and laugh at their jokes. but you know that this misery and that this young love is timeless. so you continue to go through the expected motions.

writer in the dark: that hollow ache in your chest when you realize that the break up is permanent, that this feeling of loss is forever. that nervous ache as you stalk their snapchat and Instagram and any other social media outlet, trying to see if they found someone else. that obsessive need to know if they still miss you, if they still love you and need you. that sickening feeling that makes you numb as you send them text after text but they never reply.

supercut: all the memories are blurry footage winding through your head. the time you ran down the hill, drunk. the time you said “I love you.” the time you looked at them on the roof of the car while you thought “I’m gonna be with you forever..” all the memories are fast forwarding and rewinding and pausing in your head and it is perfect and it is never going to happen again.

liability (reprise): you warned them from the very start. but did you ever listen when they warned you?

perfect places: everyone has a perfect place that is their getaway. but the reason for getting away isn’t perfect. it’s ugly and damaging and it’s cold nights like this that make you realize that nothing will ever be perfect. only for the moment will it seem like a person or a place can be your sanctuary. but the feeling never goes away. remember that.