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but, you’re not the wrong people.    ...don’t trust anybody...life is safer that way.

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sansa appreciation week | 2020 | day 4: one of my favorite sansa moments of all time

By then the crowd was howling with laughter . . . all but the king. Joffrey had a look in his eyes that Sansa remembered well, the same look he'd had at the Great Sept of Baelor the day he pronounced death on Lord Eddard Stark. Finally Ser Dontos the Red gave it up for a bad job, sat down in the dirt, and removed his plumed helm. "I lose," he shouted. "Fetch me some wine." The king stood. "A cask from the cellars! I'll see him drowned in it." Sansa heard herself gasp. "No, you can't." Joffrey turned his head. "What did you say?"

Sansa could not believe she had spoken. Was she mad? To tell him no in front of half the court? She hadn't meant to say anything, only . . . Ser Dontos was drunk and silly and useless, but he meant no harm. "Did you say I can't? Did you?" "Please," Sansa said, "I only meant . . . it would be ill luck, Your Grace . . . to, to kill a man on your name day." "You're lying," Joffrey said. "I ought to drown you with him, if you care for him so much." "I don't care for him, Your Grace." The words tumbled out desperately. "Drown him or have his head off, only . . . kill him on the morrow, if you like, but please . . . not today, not on your name day. I couldn't bear for you to have ill luck . . . terrible luck, even for kings, the singers all say so . . . " Joffrey scowled. He knew she was lying, she could see it. He would make her bleed for this. "The girl speaks truly," the Hound rasped. "What a man sows on his name day, he reaps throughout the year." His voice was flat, as if he did not care a whit whether the king believed him or no. Could it be true? Sansa had not known. It was just something she'd said, desperate to avoid punishment. Unhappy, Joffrey shifted in his seat and flicked his fingers at Ser Dontos. "Take him away. I'll have him killed on the morrow, the fool." "He is," Sansa said. "A fool. You're so clever, to see it. He's better fitted to be a fool than a knight, isn't he? You ought to dress him in motley and make him clown for you. He doesn't deserve the mercy of a quick death." The king studied her a moment. "Perhaps you're not so stupid as Mother says." He raised his voice. "Did you hear my lady, Dontos? From this day on, you're my new fool. You can sleep with Moon Boy and dress in motley." Ser Dontos, sobered by his near brush with death, crawled to his knees. "Thank you, Your Grace. And you, my lady. Thank you."

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why should they rule over me and mine from some flowery seat in the south? what do they know of the wall...or the wolfswood? even their gods are wrong! why shouldn't we rule ourselves again? i'll have peace on those terms. they can keep their red castle and their iron chair, too. the king in the north.    + the people choosing their stark rulers.

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♡♡ sansa and arya stark trusting and making allies with people they didn’t grow up with ♡♡

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my shadow in my art is one way i trace who i was and where i have been. my shadow and i have been on a journey for quite a while now. +angela cartwright 

   +(inspired by one of my favorite pieces of fanart, from @wolvesofspring)

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There's things I wanna say to you, but I'll just let you leave Like if you hold me without hurting me You'll be the first who ever did There's things I wanna talk about, but better not to keep Like if you hold me without hurting me You'll be the first who ever did  +request

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you are everything he will never have. your horse eats better than his children. it doesn't matter, now. he's dead.                                         …i would’ve given them bread if i had it.

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you’re the lady of winterfell, you deserve it. we’re standing here because of you. the battle was lost until the knights of the vale rode in. they came because of you.