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where did you sleep last night?

People tell stories about the horror in the swamp, but no one really knows the truth about how he got there.

(To save her family home as the last surviving Stark, Arya agrees to marry the stranger Ramsay Bolton. When Gendry recognizes her after years away, it can only mean awful things for her. Gendry remembers her as the wild girl in the family who took him in after losing his mother. It’s hard for him to see her so broken.)

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Perhaps It's Just A Dream (37-39)

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I know we don't get Arya's POV when she takes on Joffrey at the Trident, however, I would argue that this is Arya's 'No chance, and no choice' moment.

Arya is a skinny little 9 year old. Armed with a stick. Joffrey is 12 and bigger than even Robb Stark. Armed with a sword. There's very little chance she could win against him and yet she knows that she can't stand by and do nothing. She attacks.

The only way she is able to survive Joffrey's attack is by being quick and dodging away from his sword as he swings at her with all his force. Even then the only reason she is not dead or severely injured is because Nymeria gets there at the right time.

Another moment is her with Weasel. The desperation, the survival instincts kicking in and yet she just cannot leave that little girl behind as the flames keep rising all around her - 'No chance, and no choice'

As they were running toward the barn, Arya spied the crying girl sitting in the middle of the chaos, surrounded by smoke and slaughter. She grabbed her by the hand and pulled her to her feet as the others raced ahead. The girl wouldn't walk, even when slapped. Arya dragged her with her right hand while she held Needle in the left. Ahead, the night was a sullen red. The barn's on fire, she thought. Flames were licking up its sides from where a torch had fallen on straw, and she could hear the screaming of the animals trapped within. Hot Pie stepped out of the barn. "Arry, come on! Lommy's gone, leave her if she won't come!" Stubbornly, Arya dragged all the harder, pulling the crying girl along. Hot Pie scuttled back inside, abandoning them . . . but Gendry came back, the fire shining so bright on his polished helm that the horns seemed to glow orange. He ran to them, and hoisted the crying girl up over his shoulder. "Run!"

Little instances of Arya knowing that there is very little chance of her making it, of her winning and yet she has to try and save Mycah, try and save Weasel. Their lives don't mean much to the nobility, but they do to her.

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𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩

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I stan Arya and Gendry asking each other to run away together

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Cacoethes

Cacoethes: an urge to do something inadvisable.

As an Unspeakable, Ben Solo had a career in keeping his mouth shut.

It was easier to stay silent in the shadows. It was safer to remain alone.

Then he met Rey.

Prologue || One

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Perhaps It's Just A Dream (13-15)

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filthy. sweaty. disheveled. greasy. unshaved. bruised. wounded. teary. i love him so much

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Cannot recommend enough being married to someone who is secure about your fannish things to the point he indulges you.

Me (about Halbrand): I don’t want to fix him, I could make him even worse.

My husband: he’s the personification of evil, you can’t, he IS worse!

When I read stories about boyfriends and husbands destroying stuff and deleting stuff and whining about their girlfriend or wife having hobbies (that aren’t basically kissing his arse constantly) I feel really sad. It should be normal to have silly conversations like the one above!

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Robb my boy……

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Day 6: 5 year skip proceeds au

They elope in the night, fleeing into the darkness, into the forest, guided by the incessant howling of the wolves. 

It was an impulsive decision made out of fear of marching north, home, only to be separated again by stupid lords and their stupid games.

They take their oaths in the freezing air of a misty morning, under a big oak. The trees around them and the embers of the fire are their witnesses

They are not dressed in embroidered cloaks, but in tattered war banners and golden leaves. There are no wreaths of winter roses, wildflowers will do.

There is no silk gown to slip off, just old boots, rusty chain mail stolen from a corpse. There is no featherbed, deep and soft, just the grass crisp with frost.

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Gendry when Arya doesn’t want to leave Lommy, Hot Pie and Weasel behind:

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Arya and Sansa's trip to the wall in the winter. This is what they should be doing instead of going to the south.

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