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omniiipresent:

“would you rather i TALK or STARE ?? your pick !!” giving her a few seconds to answer. sansa had never taken a liking to the outside world. her life was a little sheltered. “i like to EXPERIENCE different stories & imagine them in my own head. i guess we’ll AGREE TO DISAGREE.” not willing to argue over something so trivial. despite the others bickering sansa paused. eyes bugged out, confusion making its way slowly on her face. “did you just—” pausing, placing a hand over her mouth, “did you just—-” sound muffled by her own palm. “are you ?? i’m confused— what did you just say ??”

“TALK. i can tolerate that, your eyes burning into the back of my skull however, i cannot,” she said looking up to the girl, brushing off everything about experiences at the moment. that didn’t matter. she narrowed her eyes, her defenses going up immediately. having everything ripped from underneath her painfully only to be greeted with the red hair that haunted her eyes. “if this is some sick joke, i’m not interested in P L A Y I N G. i’m arya STARK,” she said, her eyes tracing over her features, knowing exactly what this meant. “this ISN’T possible.” 

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omniiipresent:

“i’ll try my very BEST to just stare at you.” letting out a slight laugh with a wave of her hand. it would be impossible for her not to talk. “i like to call it WELL-READ ?? don’t you read ??” giving the other a questionable look of disgust. sansa did love a GOOD BOOK. wrapping her arms over herself, “i’d like to see you dance, then. somehow i feel like you’re overreacting a bit.” pointed expression danced over her features. “i’ve never been a BALLERINA. though i do enjoy a good ballerina flat now and again.” for a moment, she paused, “sansa stark.”

“FANTASTIC !! now i can be completed knowing that i have you staring at me. that’ll calm my nerves for sure,” her voice dripping with sarcasm. looking up to her, she shook her head. “not often. it wastes time! why read when you could EXPERIENCE real stories and adventures,” she shrugged. “no i’m serious. i’ve got two left feet when it comes to this kind of dancing,” she huffed. “my gods, that’s rich. why would i expect anything else,” she said to her. her eyes darting up to the ginger haired girl, mouth going try. “aryastark.” 

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omniiipresent:

“i can’t help my TALKITIVE NATURE ??” many thoughts ran through the redhead’s mind. sansa felt uninspired recently, needing a CHALLENGE to keep her on her toes. “people stare, you know, but they don’t ACTUALLY SEE. wool over their eyes, selfish as can be.” almost describing herself. “do you know how to bust a move ?? or are you a HORRID DANCER ??”

“well you could sure try!” she looked over at her, with a small laugh –– finding the nature of their sarcastic nature quite comfortable. like it’s been a constant in her forgotten life. “that was very poetic. come up with it yourself or did you happen to look up at a cheesy billboard?” shaking her head, she didn’t know how to dance. not this kind, anyway. “i’m arya, the girl who doesn’t dance. or doesn’t know how, one of those. and yes, i am a HORRID dancer, thank you very much. i didn’t know i was speaking with a ballerina?” 

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skywalker-jedi:

He laughed off the shove she gave to his shoulder, it didn’t phase him at all and just like everything else when it came to her, he found it amusing. The way she tried to be tough was never lost on him especially since he wasn’t buying she was tough at all. Yet there was something so comforting about her presence maybe he secretly liked a challenge. It was something in him that he  obviously hadn’t learned yet about himself. “Wow. Do you always tell people what to do?” He asked curiously, playfully shoving her back and rubbing at his shoulder only to push it back against her. “I don’t care, remember?” He added with a smirk at her reminding him not to call her shorty. He knew she didn’t like it, which is exactly why he thought he’d throw it out there again. 

He joined her in a slump against the wall, looking out at the gathering crowd and letting out a small sigh, “So, what brings you here? I mean I know what brings you HERE but what brings you HERE? with me, again?” He inquired as he leaned against her shoulder with his elbow. As much as it seemed they couldn’t stomach the other, part of him felt as if he had known her for awhile and he couldn’t figure out why. Something about the vibe she was giving off and right now he couldn’t be happier to see her, something he wasn’t ever going to admit to her knowing her wouldn’t hear the end of it.

“Do you even know any of these people?” He asked as he shook his head. Looking around he couldn’t name much of a single person. He probably should make himself social, peering over the faces of the crowd it made him realizing just how anti-social he had been. “Thanks for keeping me company anyway.

Arya looked over to him and scowled, her mood only decreasing as she saw the fleet of bodies pressed together in a tight circle. It wasn’t a wave of uncomfortableness that flew over her, it was an anxiety wave, but she’d never show or mention that. “Yes, if I know better,” she said with a snarky bite. Stepping to the side as he shoved her, glaring at him. She didn’t understand why, out of all people, he was talking to her. She was the one that pushed everyone away so they indeed wouldn’t speak with her.  “You do remember, you’re just an ass,” she said with a fake smile. 

Looking back over at him, she tucked her hands behind her back, pressing against the wall to cool herself off, closing her eyes briefly, hating the situation. “You came up to me, remember? I have to be at this stupid thing. I would never come here if it wasn’t mandatory, and the fact that it IS, pisses me off even more,” she scoffed. She looked over at him, tilting her head, raising an eyebrow in question. “Why are you here standing next to me? Of all people?” 

“I know you and her,” she said pointing to the girl with red hair, over on the dance floor. “That’s about it,” she scoffed. “You? I’m going to assume no, otherwise you wouldn’t be talking to the loner in the corner,” she scoffed. “Did I have a choice? You came up to me.” 

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stcrgaziing:

rather than deter him, the comment makes a cheeky grin spread across jay’s face. “ don’t make promises you can’t keep. ” he can use a good fight, especially if it livens up the party. best case scenario, he finds someone useful for future endeavors. worst case scenario, the party ends with him sore and drunk. really, a win/win situation.

arya only scowled as the grin on his face doubled in size. she wished her face could make the same reaction, but alas, it couldn’t. “i will gladly punch you,” she told him, rolling her eyes. her little fists were behind her back, already balled. “weird kink you have.”

[thomashclstead-blog]

with an empty champagne glass in hand, oliver approaches the other; his fingers wrap around the narrow cross-section, holding it aloft. presenting a wry grin, he tilts the glass in the other’s direction. “ i was just about to get another drink, ” he says, eyeing the other’s glass for a moment before his gaze lifts to meet their eyes, “ would you like accompany me? ”

[thearyeahstark-blog]

the stone-cold girl spun around to face a much taller man approached her. usually anyone who came up to her without her inviting them warranted a smart-ass remark. but when the man mentioned something involving alcohol. arya couldn’t help but offer up a small, sad excuse for a smile. “ if i get free alcohol out of it, i’m there. ”

[ofsacriilege]

“ you look good. ” the comment is charmingly saccharine, easy grin spreading across his face as he eyes his company. galas aren’t really his thing, but the chaos is a good enough opportunity for chaos that he doesn’t mind. “ i’d say these outfits are just flattering, but i’m pretty sure anything would be flattering on you. ”

[thearyeahstark-blog]

arya looked up at the fool that was trying to spit up cheesy, over drawn, out-of-the-blue compliments. as she rolled her eyes another game her way and the annoyance of the gala with his word vomit. “ what in the hell are you going on about. fuck off before i shove my foot up your ass. ” 

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skywalker-jedi:

closed starter: (@thearyeahstark)

The instant Luke heard about a Gala, he couldn’t help but groan under his breath. He was all prepared to NOT go until he heard the term ‘mandatory’ what would happen if he didn’t go? He wondered. It isn’t like he had anywhere else to go, neither did anyone else. He felt severely anti-social and hadn’t made many connections that would make it too worthwhile to him. Then again he hadn’t tried very hard either. It was a time like this when he wished Han and Leia were there to keep him company. 

Nevertheless he showed up like he was told, in an outfit that was unlike anything he ever wore before, and pretty ridiculous in his opinion. Gravitating towards a spot near the wall, he observed all the well-dressed people that showed up. Some were a couple, some weren’t. Regardless, everyone looked very nice but it was a certain familiar face that caught his eye. Making his way in her direction, he remembered their first and most recent meeting where something about her intrigued him in some way. Something he couldn’t put his finger on but he was sure her attitude might actually match his this time. 

“Excuse me. Who do you think you are standing around in my spot like that? MOVE, Shorty” He commanded, knowing how much she didn’t like the last time he called her that. As hard as he tried to be serious, he couldn’t and it was difficult to keep the teasing out of his voice as he approached her.

Arya walked into the gala and immediately regretted it. Being told to do anything never flew over well with her. The consequence for not doing what an ominous voice in the sky told them couldn’t be that severe. The black mesh dress she was wearing complimented her black hair that framed her short face. She never put in much thought to her everyday where but she had a familiar feeling surge through her body that getting all fancied up was something she used to do. 

Most of the people there looked like they wanted to be, Arya took note and quickly walked to the far corner of the room, keeping her eyes on people passing a little close to her.  Her body jolted a bit and instantly glued herself to the wall, picking at her finger nails, not being comfortable in this situation at all. She didn’t like talking to anyone, her body struck with an uncomfortable amount of shock that made her stick to the wall like a lifeline. 

While she was too busy focusing on how out of control she felt in this situation to notice the much taller man approaching her. She hated that he, out of all people, caught her off guard. “Gods, you scared me,” she practically shouted, pushing hard against his shoulder. “You don’t go around sneaking up on people. And I told you not to call me shorty!”

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omniiipresent:

“i can ASSURE YOU—” looking around at the oblivious crowd, “no one will even blink an eye when you’re out there.” pointing around with a nimble index finger. eyes wandered back towards the shorter girl, “you’re here to LET LOOSE—- live a little—- for once in your MISERABLE LIFE.” sansa always felt like the life of the party when she wanted to be. tonight the redhead wanted to FOCUS on making friends with others. especially the one she was speaking to. “do you really think they’ll remember how BADLY you danced ?? i’m quite sure half are either buzzed out of their mind. or they’re so self-absorbed that NOTHING MATTERS except how they look.” trying her best to reassure the dark haired female. “yah— ‘m annoyin’— but you can at least join me.”

Arya looked up at the girl, tilting her head to the side, confusingly. “I thought you hated me,” she said, her thoughts completely scrambled at all the words she spewed at her. “Miserable life ?? ”  Arya shook her head, “I don’t like people looking at me,” she mumbled honestly. “Fine just shut up please, you talk way more than you think. Yes I said yes, just stop.” 

[aninnocentfacade]

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“i suppose we need to dance then ??” staring down at the MUCH SMALLER girl with a smirk. “are ya willing to humor me a bit ?? perhaps they’ll play a song you GENERALLY ENJOY ??” sansa wasn’t quite sure the other liked HAVING FUN ?? face always had a permanent SCOWL sketched across it. “we can dance like no one is watching if that makes ya feel comfortable.” orbs set on the dance floor with pure joy & excitement. “we’re here—– might as well—- yah ??” starting to push her bottom lip out as if to pout. “please, please, please ??”

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“ we need to, eh ?? ” the small girl said up to the  one with hair that she only saw in the blinks that startled her to no end. “ i DON’T dance, ” she said with an eye roll. if only she knew just how much of a water dancer she actually was. dressed in all black, the raven haired girl could tell that no eyes were on her except for the pale ones of the girl beside her. she liked it that way. “ you’ve got to be fuckin’ with me, ” the girl huffed as she took a deep breath and gestured onto the dance floor. “ it’s going to be unpleasant and i promise i’ll look awful doing it. but ANYTHING to make you stop with that, ” arya gestured to her pout. “ you’re annoying, you know that –– yah ?? ”

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myreclla:

Canon Arya Stark Week ↳ Day seven(Arya’s connection to the North)

“You are Arya of Winterfell, daughter of the North. You told me you could be strong. You have the wolf blood in you.”

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skywalker-jedi:

He really didn’t know what happened to this girl that filled her with so much anger but there was something he sensed in her that went beyond the facade she was putting on. Which is all he thought it was, a front almost like she was scared to let anything else through. He almost felt bad for her but he wasn’t going to let her boss him around. She probably wasn’t used to not getting her way. “Oh does miss tough girl actually care to know something?” He asked in relatively mock surprise. He couldn’t place it but there was something about her that intrigued him maybe because of the sense that she wasn’t as tough as she made herself out to be. That all she needed was someone to understand her and maybe he wanted to be that person that gave her that chance instead of keeping a distance like he assumed everyone else did in her life. 

He chuckled at her question, Although he was sure the laughing would rile her and maybe he was supposed to feel intimidated but he didn’t. “So much anger.” He observed, “that leads to the dark side you know.” Not meant as a lesson just something that slipped out when she balled up her fists, “You’re kind of cute when you get angry. We both know you aren’t going to hurt me now just calm down and take a few deep breaths and after that if you still want to “fuck me”” assuming it meant something less than friendly, “I am not stopping you. What are you so mad about anyway? I didn’t do anything to you.”

Arya scanned the man up and down, seeing if he could pose as a threat and just as she looked, he nor she was. Her undesigned and untrained skills left her more than dissatisfied but she couldn’t help but shake the fact that she always had to remain on her toes. “Miss tough girl? Honestly?” She knew he was messing with her just to push her buttons, but her temper, for the life of her, couldn’t stay in check. He was playing and gods –– it was working. “I was just interested, my mistake,” the shorter girl scoffed. Shaking her head, she was a fool to think that anything could come of this conversation. 

“It’s not funny,” she instantly said as a laugh series fell from his lips. Tucking strands of her short hair behind her ears, Arya rolled her eyes. “Maybe they’re welcoming new members. Who knows, maybe I’ll have something worth offering for them. Could be interesting,” the stark girl pressed, narrowing her grey eyes to him. “Don’t call me cute. I’m not cute,” she warned him, even though she could do   n o t h i n g. “I can and I will if you piss me off enough,” she threatened. “Don’t tell me what to do and you took that completely wrong.” Grabbing onto the flaps of her worn down jacket, she glared up at him. “Maybe you didn’t but you’re sure pissing me off enough.” 

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ofkansashunters:

Apprehensiveness lingered in the air. Yet, Dean couldn’t place a finger on the source behind his apprehensiveness. Perhaps it’s source rested within a buried past. A past that left Dean so frayed, trust towards strangers was scarce. The mere thought terrified the eldest Winchester. Refusing to allow tension to swim in his emerald gaze, Dean studied the unfamiliar figure. There was a height difference, which offered Dean an advantage in a potential fight. Within the current moment, the woman didn’t appear to a threat. A small sigh of relief emitted from his lips. 

“We’ve known each other for years. Here I was thinkin’ you’d have an entire biography on me.” Sarcasm dripped from his lips. To simply fuel banter in a conversation came natural to Dean. “I ain’t plannin’ on it, mainly because I can’t argue with the promise of ale and you don’t seem to be half-bad. Dean Winchester, by the way.” The eldest Winchester stuck his hand out for the woman to shake, revealing an angry red Mark of Cain resting on his forearm.

She took a step back, not comfortable with how tall he was –– but as of late, everyone was taller than the girl. She was working on the eyes, keeping everything at a distant beneath her grey ones. She didn’t want anyone to read her like they have before. She was still learning and as it was tedious it was just as annoying. Scanning the unfamiliar (possible) threat, she looked at the red mark on his forearm, catching her attention for a mere moment as she let it reach back up to him. She knew she could fight but she also knew she would lose. 

“Sorry, must’ve run out of ink,” she riddled back to him, letting her arms rest behind her back, a playful smirk resting on her lips. “Half bad? I was going for all bad. I must not be putting the wrong foot forward, my mistake. I completely rested on the fact that you were supposed to hate me,” the girl said, letting her arm reach out to his. “Arya Stark,” the girl said, shaking it for a moment before offering him the beer. “You’ve got something on your arm there. What is it?”

[maryxwinchester]

Was it just him or did she seem to be brought down a few notches and came across less intimidating. Not that she was intimidating at all, she was half his size and was sure her rough exterior was her way of making up for the fact most probably underestimated her. “Well, my day would be very exciting if I wasn’t stuck on this rock.” He explained focusing his attention to the sky and her out of the corner of her eye. “I happened to be on my way to a very important mission until I ended up with this detour and now I got nowhere to go or any place to be SO looks like I am stuck here with you.” He grinned as he leaned against the post and shrugged his shoulders. “So, what are you going to do about it, Shorty?” He asked, cocking his head to the side and flashing her a confused expression, “Really? is that what I am supposed to do? I would have never guessed. But me? well I am no one and I am sure you really aren’t as important as you think you are.” He added being sure to make his way to stand in front of her to where she couldn’t pass him, placing both hands on her shoulders. “Say please and I MIGHT consider it.”

[thearyeahstark-blog]

Arya hated most things, it might have been something to cross the line, but people discounting her for her temper, for her attitude and her height was bordering on making her go livid. She could dance circles around most, but she didn’t know him so she kept her distant. “Then why are you talkin’ to me about it? Get off, fuck off for all I care,” she pushed. Arya Stark, the pushers of unknown. And in a place where she knew no one, she pushed everyone away. “Mission? What mission,” she wondered. Curiosity could kill her if they were filled with a lethal toll. “ ‘s shame then,” she scoffed, keeping her gaze at the much taller male. “That’s not my name,” she said letting this random man push her buttons irked her to an all new stage. “How am I supposed to know,” she pondered, not having nearly as many answers as she had hoped. “I never said I was important, I never said that,” her voice repeated, balling her tiny fists. “Fuck you.”

[thearyeahstark-blog]

OK WOW GAME OF THRONES TIME ILL BE BACK IN AN HOUR OR MAYBE ILL BE CRYING OKAY CYA BABES 

[starksistersdaily]

“I smell snow and smoke and pine needles.“