#pack survives

[badwolfstarktheloser]

hey y’all love me and my new shirt

[jjofalltrades]

WOLF HUNT SNEAK PEEK

Chapter 5: 5 Seconds of Summer

Precious stolen moments between four friends enjoying the summer in The Reach. Ned and Gendry share a bond with new revelations about their connection.

Lommy slapped a poster on the table one morning during breakfast. They stilled as he slid in beside Gendry. He redirected the other teenager's fork into his mouth, ultimately stealing the piece of waffle. Arry, who sat at the center of the booth, was the first to react. She screamed and tried to jump up, bumping the table with her hands and knees. Everyone scrambled to catch the jug of juice, syrup, or their glasses, complaining that it was too early for this level of energy. Ed waved her down, then passed out some napkins to help clean the mess.

"We don't close the last night of their showing," Lommy began as he made his plate, indifferent about the glares he got for the guys. "It would be the  best  send-off before we head further west." He licked the syrup from his fingers, smirking as Arry buzzed in her seat.

"From what I hear, those concerts get rowdy. I don't think I'm comfortable-" Ed paused when his daughter whined. Lommy protested next, along with Hot Pie, who complained about leaving her behind. The older man glanced at Gendry, who had quietly been fighting with the blond about whose fork he'd stolen and wanted back. "There will be drinking, and the crowds tend to be unsafe for-"

"It's Acorn Hall," Arry reasoned as if that explained away the whole thing. "I never get to go to their shows, and I won't be alone!"

"They're playing on the outskirts of the carnival, sweetling. Surely, you can hear them from the safety of-"

"That doesn't count!" She bit her bottom lip, then brighten as an idea popped into her mind. "Gendry! Gendry will be with us, and he's bigger than most folks. No one would even  think  to mess with us."

The boy in question looked up from his spot beside Ed, oblivious to the conversation, and then glanced down at the poster. "Who is Acorn Hall?"

Arry, Lommy, and Hot Pie dropped their forks and lamented about his ignorance. All three speaking over each other about a.) the greatest upcoming band in Westeros, b.) how he called himself a fan of rock, c.) his taste in music needed an upgrade. Gendry and Ed stared at them, at each other, then back at them.

"It's decided, then, Gendry  must  accompany us. His level of cool depends on this concert." The blond took a drink of the other teenager's juice, knowingly stealing his friend's things to provoke him.

"We can prop Arry on his shoulders. Safe as uh fiddle, that one," Hot Pie chimed in and picked up another waffle from the center plate.

She opened her mouth to argue about another short joke but then raised her brow. "I could see the stage better without getting too close! Perfect!"

"Do I get a say in any of this?" Gendry slapped Lommy's hand away and took back his juice.

" No, " they collectively announced.

[bittersweeetmango]

Tyrion said that at some point we all fought against starks and now here we are defending winterfell together and people still believe that GOT/ASOIAF is not about starks.

[dmchnknst]

They knew.

(but anyway it’s a bullshit)

[allthefandomloveandimagines]

[winteriscoming-got]

I cannot draw or paint or make a digital art. I am not good at this kind of art. What I am quite good at, is creating graphic from photos. I used to do it quite often when I was younger. I don’t anymore, just from time to time, because I simply... do not have time. But I also need more than time. I need inspiration. And Sansa Stark and Game of Thrones in general is one of my biggest inspirations. 

About this wallpaper... For me, one of the most notable moments of season 8 was the Jenny of Oldstones’ song. It is something I will remember for a really, really long time and I absolutely adore the song. Both Florence’s and Pod’s version. I was satisfied by how the series has ended. I was not very happy about how quickly it happened, it was rushed for sure, but I liked how it ended, especially for the Stark kids. Sansa Stark became the Queen of the North, which I wished for since the beginning of the show, but one thing that hurts me a lot is the fact she stayed alone. When I listened to the Jenny of Oldstones song again after watching the last episode, I thought immediately about Sansa. I know most of the people think about Daenerys and I think it suits both of them actually, but I decided to use it as a theme for this particular graphic art... and I hope you like it. 

I am one of those people, who are still saying, that the fact the Stark kids are alone now, does not mean they’ll be forever, but it honestly hurts, that we won’t see it on screen. I love open endings, because they give me the opportunity to create my own ending or theories about the possible future of those characters, but not seeing their happy ending on screen is very bittersweet. As we were promised. Well, leave some notes on this wallpaper, I hope you like it. 

[wolvesandfoxes25]

Sansa's monologue meaning:

"When the snows fall, and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives." The impact was powerful. I loved the line, the parallel to Ned, and how it was delivered. But, it said so much more than that. SPOILER: If the leaks are correct, and JonxDany have their boatsex, to me it means that if it comes down to it, he won't choose her. Maybe not for Sansa, but for his family. For the Starks. "Lone wolf dies, but the pack survives." Jons always wanted to be a Stark, he won't just turn into a Targaryen. Sorry. Anyway, thoughts? Lastly, it meant the Starks have to stay together.

[nivallis]

Pack Survives

Jorjayna.

She felt awful, sick to her stomach. It was nothing that would not pass, of course, but for now she felt well and truly miserable. It was surprising how effective a small gesture like that could be. A blanket was no true cure, but Jorjayna still felt a warmth spread across her at the act. “Thank you, Aunt Lyanna,” she said weakly. 

           The older woman knew just how quickly a fever could burn through someone, take their strength and leave nothing left. They didn’t make it through all of this just to be done in by sickness, Lyanna wouldn’t have it. She gave her niece’s arm an affectionate squeeze before returning to the fire. Old Nan’s recipe for a cure-all tonic wouldn’t chase the illness away, but it might grant Jorjayna the strength to fight it off herself. It was important to bolster her, even if the brew gave off a suspicious smell-- she remembered it tasted even worse. The elder Stark poured it carefully from the small brass cauldron into a clay bowl and brought it to her niece's bedside. 

          “Here, drink this.” A pause to blow on it, though the broth would cool quickly away from the fire. “It’s not going to taste like soup, but it’ll put hair on your chest.” A bit of levity was good for the spirit, too. She waited for the younger girl to sit up a bit more so as not to choke. “It’s best to pinch your nose and swallow it down all at once. Trust me.” Lyanna spoke from her own considerable experience. There wasn’t much that would cut the taste. 

@nxrthernblood