#packsurvivcs

[freefiire]

packsurvivcs replied to your post ““If you think your PRETTY CASTLE is the north then you’ve never been...”

IT IS THE NORTH

Fight’ya for it.

[couragetaught-archive]

How dare you with the grease references

IT’S NOT OUR FAULT, BLAME @davosshorthand !! 😂

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@packsurvivcs

❝ so... who’s gendry and why did mum tell me he’ll be at family dinner this weekend? is he your boyfriend? ❞

[stagnot]

             ‘     arya.     ’

                      his voice ‘s rough,    hoarse.     it’s only been a few weeks,    really,    but gendry doesn’t think he’ll ever truly get used t’ seein’ the sight o’ her after any stunted partin’ they seem t’ be in a habit o’ havin’.      it doesn’t matter,    though.     whatever that’s been done.     gendry has got her answer loud and clear,    and he’s got his own t’ handle.    lord baratheon,    the name rings more like a burden    -     but s’ a burden he carries now,    he supposes.   a burden he’ll carry as wisely as any bastard-smith-turned-lord would,    unless he’s lookin’ t’ disappoint the folks he’s now got under his care.    he won’t,   he swears.    he won’t be like the old king    -    or any baratheon king,   really,   ‘fter him.    he’ll do the people he’ll have t’ protect justice.

         ‘     didn’t think t’ see y’ here.    ’

   @packsurvivcs    /    welcome to storm’s end.

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@packsurvivcs continued from here 

Much like Sansa, the Hound refused to leave Arya’s side until she was stable enough to tell him to fuck off. Besides, he could sleep anywhere. He stood to one side, watching the moment of affection between the Stark girls, the comment more to break the uncomfortable, worrisome silence between them.

“Can’t say I have,” he said bluntly. “I’ve never done any of that. The whole face not even a mother could love thing usually gets in the fucking way.”

[coerulus]

@packsurvivcs​

Please be alright, please, you have to wake up, you can’t die now, you’ve come so far. 

Brienne sat by Arya’s bedside, too weary to pace and too anxious to sleep. Sansa, Podrick, Jaime... she’d been fortunate enough to see them all return to Winterfell alive, unlike so many others who’d lost those most important to them. No sooner had the fighting stopped than the shouts spread through the troops that Arya Stark had been the one to end the battle. But where was she? Brienne had pushed her way through the crowd until she found Arya lying unconscious in some soldier’s arms. Only the slight rise and fall of her chest kept Brienne from crying out in alarm. Arya was alive, but oh, she was hurt, and as Brienne carried her to the infirmary she was painfully aware of how small and young Arya really was.

She ought to be relieved, but relief, Brienne thought, could not come until both her ladies had come back to her. 

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Why are you trying to deprive me of my faves that way. Do you hate me that much?

my entire blog has been devoted to getting rid of all of lizzies faves i cant believe she fuckin caught me!!!!!!! i guess i owe her multiple ships and a life time of my love and support bc shes an adorable bean

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@packsurvivcs liked a sc. 

THE QUEEN WAS ENCHANTING, breathtaking, beautiful -- he could go on, though words didn’t paint the picture of sansa stark as queen enough justice. she had his complete loyalty, his sword and his oath. he was simply grateful to be a part of her most trusted protectors.  the past few days since the coronation had gone somewhat in a blur, podrick following the queen’s every order, though she always seemed far too gracious when giving demands. it was an admirable quality, a ruler who was just with a genuine care for her people. nothing like he had seen of joffrey baratheon during his time at king’s landing.  the queen was in her chambers, it now being podrick’s turn to keep guard outside her door. upon the changing of the guards, he was to inform her he was now the one on duty -- though he always felt bad interrupting her when she was surely busy. with a hesitant knock, he calls into queen sansa’s chambers, eyes to the floor in case she were indecent. 

❝ your grace, ❞ he begins, announcing his presence with a tone soft purposely not to startle her. ❝ we are now changing the guards, i will be of service to you now, queen sansa. if there is anything you may need of me, i will be outside your door waiting. ❞ he remains in the doorway, formal smile placed characteristically on his face. he would wait for her leave to return to his post outside her door.