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[the-cookie-of-doom]

The staff at my local gym are so used to seeing me come on 2-3 times a day (an hour each, I’m tryin to get Thicc) that they get Concerned when I don’t come in for a week and a half lol. This girl at the front desk was like dude we thought you Died.

[winterreigned]

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒. he would see her there. every ship leads him closer to the next time they would meet. fate had brought to them the hands that would guide her to true safety. and his own two feet had led him to the sea. and every corridor he walks , he does so with the anticipation that she might be at the other end. any moment , any day. he would see her again.

asha does not understand his decision to part ways. she supports him anyway. born of the sea and suffocating — she is twice the beast that sings in his bones. and he is grateful for it. and there's no regret , nothing weighing him down all the way to winterfell from the islands. a steadier thing , land. his own legs have made peace with the dirt , some quarter lifetime spent landbound and the earth supported his sea legs all the same. held them in aim and in fall and it's all he greats the earth as an old friend , miles to go and only seconds to reacquaint.

his feet lead him to the great hall of winterfell swiftly , his men in tow behind. she is not present on the counsel. only jon and daenerys. theon thinks , for a moment , she might be somewhere else in the north. bidding for their aid for the war to come. ever dutiful , as he always remembered her to be. straight in all her edges and full of meaning he could not , with the whole of himself, understand. admiration persists , all the same.

he is asked his business. the dragon queen speaks , not jon. fire in the north is strange. gurgling. something melts in the distance. he doesn't feel like he is home. theon states his meaning clear: he would like to fight for the north. and moreso for sansa. there is silence. jon chokes on something immemorable. daenerys looks to him. he speaks. ' sansa did not make it home from her escape. her body lies in the crypts of winterfell. they are making a statue of her likeness as we speak. i am sorry, theon. i am. '

theon smiles. and then nods. and then commands his people to fall into rank with the northern army. and then he dismisses himself , bold and uncaring. he knows every step to the crypts. cold and without greeting. he would not believe until he should see.

he finds lyanna. and then ned. *gods , he doesn't look like himself.* and then an alcove. pedestal left for a statue. name carved on stone: sansa stark: returned to the winter.

knees hit the ground. he doesn't feel them. eyes could never leave the whole of her name and especially not the s. cold at the end of life. cold now. and he could keep her warm. and he kept her warm and why could she not stay warm. for all the gods' fucking sakes , why could the lot of them not lend one night of warmth to her. to the daughter of the winter. to the woman he had risked his life to save. and to the woman he loved. he never should have left her and it's his fault for assuming anyone might take that burden and bear it with even half the fervor he would.

theon looks back at every body in line behind him. some suit of soldiers , given sorely. stacking one by one and soon , in his face , she stands. white eyes. blue veins. *you did this to her and you should have taken her all the way and you will regret the afterthought that you are.*

theon looks at his fists. his knuckles. they're bleeding. oh. maybe he has been punching the stone floors of the crypts. *god, you fucking coward, it's not enough.* duty inflates him. he stands tall. purpose flowing. he finds his way to jon , through so many fucking corridors. theon hands him the dagger at his belt.

" you were my brother then and you are now. i could not save her in this life. let me find her in the next. " the tears have been falling for longer than he might remember. his arm shakes where he holds the seaglass dagger to jon. and he is ready to die. and he would see her around the next corridor.

actually boohooing like a fucking baby WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THIS TO ME FOR I'M GOING TO SCREAM AND PUKE AND DIE.

[murdermf]

resisting the urge to ghost and block everyone

[caticorn61]

So it took me three hours to paint my nails and i still just settled for white nails

[uarethecoffin]

White ppl r so exotic they don't even use garlic in their food

[nosexforthewicked]

I think I need to sleep