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Theon Greyjoy and Tentacool

| ASOIAF :Minimalist Character Posters | Oberyn Martell

fuckyeahwinterfell:

Brienne of Tarth

photo credit: Helen Sloan

medusacanibal:

I disagree with this because not everyone has to like Sansa. I understand what she’s going through, and that she’s young and blah blah blah but that doesn’t justify everything she does. She’s just a selfish and naive damsel in distress waiting for somebody to help/protect her. (And I don’t feel sympathy for that kind of characters.)

There are other young characters in the books that are smarter (and stronger) than she is, and nobody seems to notice that.

This ^

    Before I die alone
    Before my time has gone
    There’s just one thing I have to do

    Before the fire and stone
    Before your world is gone
    Have you some patience
    ‘Cause I will have my vengeance

“The north remembers. The Red Wedding, Lady Hornwood’s fingers, the sack of Winterfell, Deepwood Motte and Torrhen’s Square, they remember all of it.”

“They are all afraid of me. No one would hurt you again or I’d kill them.”

You can be the king, but watch the queen conquer.

“Leave her face her face,” Joffrey commanded. “I like her pretty.”

Boros slammed a fist into Sansa’s belly, driving the air out of her. When she doubled over, the knight grabbed her hair and drew his sword, and for one hideous instant she was certain he meant to open her throat. As he laid the flat of the blade accross her thighs, she thought her legs might break from the force of the blow. Sansa screamed. Tears welled in her eyes. It will be over soon. She soon lost count of the blows.

“Enough,” she heard the Hound rasp.

“No it isn’t,” the king replied. “Boros, make her naked.”

Boros shoved a meaty hand down the front of Sansa’s bodice and gave it a yank. The silk came tearing away, baring her to the waist. Sansa covered her breasts with her hands. She could hear sniggers far off and cruel. “Beat her bloody,” Joffrey said.

One day she came back grinning her horsey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covered in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for father. Sansa kept hoping he would tell Arya to behave herself and act like the highborn lady she was supposed to be, but he never did, he only hugged her and thanked her for the flowers.