hhmm I think Lawrence would smell like this if he cared enough
Damp soil, green stems broken underfoot, wet rocks, the barely perceptible sweetness of wild honeysuckle blossoms carried on the warm summer
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hhmm I think Lawrence would smell like this if he cared enough
Damp soil, green stems broken underfoot, wet rocks, the barely perceptible sweetness of wild honeysuckle blossoms carried on the warm summer
I can forgive many things, so many things. But never the “the lone wolf dies but the pack survives” line being taken from arya and given to Sansa.
That line was never said in anyone’s chapters but her own.
1.
She perched anxiously on the edge of her bed. “You are too young to be burdened with all my cares,” he told her, “but you are also a Stark of Winterfell. You know our words.”
“Winter is coming,” Arya whispered.
“The hard cruel times,” her father said. “We tasted them on the Trident, child, and when Bran fell. You were born in the long summer, sweet one, you’ve never known anything else, but now the winter is truly coming. Remember the sigil of our House, Arya.”
“The direwolf,” she said, thinking of Nymeria. She hugged her knees against her chest, suddenly afraid.
“Let me tell you something about wolves, child. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths.”
2.
For a long moment there was no sound but the wind and the water and the creak of leaf and limb. And then, far far off, beyond the godswood and the haunted towers and the immense stone walls of Harrenhal, from somewhere out in the world, came the long lonely howl of a wolf. Gooseprickles rose on Arya’s skin, and for an instant she felt dizzy. Then, so faintly, it seemed as if she heard her father’s voice. “When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives,” he said.
“But there is no pack,” she whispered to the weirwood. Bran and Rickon were dead, the Lannisters had Sansa, Jon had gone to the Wall. “I’m not even me now, I’m Nan.”
“You are Arya of Winterfell, daughter of the north. You told me you could be strong. You have the wolf blood in you.”
“The wolf blood.” Arya remembered now. “I’ll be as strong as Robb. I said I would.” She took a deep breath, then lifted the broomstick in both hands and brought it down across her knee. It broke with a loud crack, and she threw the pieces aside. I am a direwolf, and done with wooden teeth.
3.
They are not my Seven. They were my mother’s gods, and they let the Freys murder her at the Twins. She wondered whether she would “find a godswood in Braavos, with a weirwood at its heart. Denyo might know, but she could not ask him. Salty was from Saltpans, and what would a girl from Saltpans know about the old gods of the north? The old gods are dead, she told herself, with Mother and Father and Robb and Bran and Rickon, all dead. A long time ago, she remembered her father saying that when the cold winds blow the lone wolf dies and the pack survives. He had it all backwards. Arya, the lone wolf, still lived, but the wolves of the pack had been taken and slain and skinned.
4.
In the black of night she rose again, donned the clothes she’d worn from Westeros, and buckled on her swordbelt. Needle hung from one hip, her dagger from the other. With her floppy hat on her head, her fingerless gloves tucked into her belt, and her silver fork in one hand, she went stealing up the steps. There is no place here for Arya of House Stark, she was thinking. Arya’s place was Winterfell, only Winterfell was gone. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. She had no pack, though. They had killed her pack, Ser Ilyn and Ser Meryn and the queen, and when she tried to make a new one all of them ran off, Hot Pie and Gendry and Yoren and Lommy Greenhands, even Harwin, who had been her father’s man. She shoved through the doors, out into the night.
One line, mentioned 4 times in the entire series, and in only arya’s chapters. And at the most crucial points of her arch. So these two assholes flipped through all the books looking for a good line, saw this and knowing how important this line was to her, knowing how crucial it was to her character, decided that they were going to give it to someone else.
F*** you D&D. F*** you big time.
2/60 Days of Productivity Challenge ! 6.2 Today I re-organized my desk aand did some neurology ✌ I feel more productive. Hope it lasts longer this time 😅😁 ✔
I have a midterm tomorrow early in the morning so I can't post day 15, or even play at all 😭😭😭. I have to lock myself away in my room for the study grind.
I'll come out from my cave in about 2 days from now (hopefully).
The fact that I have to do this just when HSR 2.6 got released is just the icing on the cake 🙃🙃.
Okay so far, I've been productive for two hours. Got some stuff done. But then I saw a missed call from him half an hour ago. So I texted. Online but didn't read. Then I called and cut it. Pretty obvious that he called someone else when I didn't pick up. Probably my best friend. And that sucks, cuz I'm afraid to talk to her now.
Anyways gonna start getting ready for school. Will post an entire study update before going to bed.
not to be dramatic but crying at the thought of having to study physics and math again
Kakeru and Haiji are both in love with running and each other and I think that’s beautiful