#oh arya

[inthewerewolfslair]

Sansa could sew and dance and sing. She wrote poetry. She knew how to dress. She played the high harp and the bells. Worse, she was beautiful.

George R.R. Martin - A Game of Thrones

[rachiller]

"A girl lacks honour"

A girl does not give two shits

[cuadrotorcido]

Something wrong with your leg boy?

[bookphile]

Hi! Can I join the heroes vs villains thing? And can I be Arya Stark from Game of Thrones for the heroes?

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[the-rebel-wolf-blog]

somebody got murdered, what's a boy to do? [closed: gendry & arya; dated: 24th april]

She had caught the headline as she walked onto the school grounds, grabbing the magazine from the hands of a fellow student, completely ignoring her squawk of protest and shaking it out to read the print. Under the large, oblique font of The Gazette was the name of her sister in bold plastered on the head of Doran Martell in a headline proclaiming the events of that weekend’s happenings. The name of the publication combined with the subject matter immediately brought her back to the night of the party, and yep, surely enough, the name “Gendry Waters” was attributed to the article relating the murder. That bastard. Although at the back of her mind she realized that her reaction to this was completely irrational — news outlets over the entire world were headlining the news of Doran Martell’s assassination, and there was no way The Gazette would be an exception, regardless of whether or not one of their journalists was present at the scene of the crime — she disregarded this completely, instead balking at the nerve of him going ahead and writing an article regarding the party when she had explicitly warned him not to. 

So instead of heading off to her lessons like the good little girl everyone expected her to be, Arya caught the tube downtown to the magazine’s offices. She had gotten the address from Wylla, and although she ignored her inquiries of why the hell she wanted that address, she promised she would explain later on. 

She got past the initial buzzing quite easily, despite the fact that she didn’t have an appointment of any sort, and this was one of those moments Arya was glad her name was Stark. Striding down the hall, she stopped only at the receptionist’s desk to demand to know where Gendry’s office was, before leaving the bewildered man behind and loudly banging on the door the receptionist had pointed out to her. Not bothering to wait for an answer, she immediately opened the door and stepped inside the office, her feet managing to somehow knock over two piles of paper. Gendry himself was sitting behind his desk, looking distinctly harried, his hair ruffled and eyes red. He hadn’t yet registered who she was, instead cursing at the papers that had been kicked across the floor, rubbing his forehead in frustration. 

Arya huffed impatiently, and stepped forward, forcing his attention on her. “So, which part of 'we’ll sue' was so hard for you to understand?” 

[ghostofharrenhal-blog]

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has someone written meta on when, in asos, arya has such a hard time believing that men sworn to robb could be capable of raping and murdering the smallfolk? because that is something i'd want to read

[claro3]

"Starks make bad decisions like it's their job."

That is single greatest thing I have ever read.