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Arya Stark in the Season 6 second trailer

The girl darted sideways, her stick spinning, heard a sound behind her, whirled in that direction, struck at air. And all at once his own stick was between her legs, tangling them as she tried to turn again, scraping down her shin. She stumbled and went down to one knee, so hard she bit her tongue. 

There she stopped. Still as stone. Where is he? 

Behind her, he laughed. He rapped her smartly on one ear, then cracked her knuckles as she was scrambling to her feet. Her stick fell clattering to the stone. She hissed in fury. 

“Go on. Pick it up. I am done beating you for today.” 

“No one beat me.” The girl crawled on all fours until she found her stick, then sprang back to her feet, bruised and dirty.

I do think it’s funny people always try to parallel Jon Snow breaking his vows for Arya with the presumed Rhaegar/Lyanna romance when the clear parallel to me was always Jon Snow and Arya and Eddard Stark and Lyanna.

It’s their love for their beloved sister that causes them to forego all “honor”

Just me?

I've come to realize that my problem with some popular Arya (and by proxy, Lyanna) fancasts is that they would never be able to slip into anonymity the way Arya does. They're too immediately striking.

Yes, Lyanna was beautiful, just as Arya is growing up to be. I'm not calling them ugly. Calm down.

But one of Arya's greatest skills—the thing that's allowed her to survive like nothing else has—is her ability to slip in and out of roles, unnoticed. You should be able to look at Arya and believe that she could pass as anything from a peasant boy to a princess to a phantom to a courtesan, depending on what her situation called for. Arya is adaptable, moldable. Some of the actresses and models y'all love to fancast as Arya would never pass as an insignificant common boy, even filthy and with their hair shorn. They always look like a princess.

Alive, alive, alive.

I’m sick and tired of my full comic of this scene so here have a sketch of one of the pages~~

Also, it is now uploaded to my print shop!

Arya is the Night Wolf, the Wolf of the Night, the Wolf of the LONG Night, GRRM has said that the biggest Chekhov’s gun in ASOIAF is Arya’s wolf pack, Arya is the Night Wolf who will lead the wolves during the Long Night

Sansa appreciation month, day 4 ~ red

AU, Sansa as the chatelaine of Winterfell to her brother Rickon

~ the Red Wolf of Winterfell has a gentle heart and a will made of steel.

The wash her aunt had given her changed her own rich auburn into Alayne's burnt brown, but it was seldom long before the red began creeping back at the roots. — Alayne I, AFFC

I am not your daughter, she thought. I am Sansa Stark, Lord Eddard's daughter and Lady Catelyn's, the blood of Winterfell. — Sansa I, AFFC

Sansa looked at Rickon, perched on the seat that had been their lord father’s before, he had been but a babe when she had left Winterfell behind. He looks like Robb, she thought, seeing the way he set his jaw and jutted a bit his chin up.

“He looks like you, m’lady” Jeyne told her, seemingly having read her mind.

The red hair symbolises Sansa's identity as herself, as Ned and Cat's daughters and despite the dye it's never too long before the red creeps back at the roots, and show itself. Despite the farce she is living as Alayne Stone, despite dwelling in the shadow, it won't be long before her morals as a Stark of Winterfell, a daughter of Ned and Catelyn creep back. Her real identity is never too far behind her.

For sansamonth2022, day 4 ~ red

Day 6

Here's a little rant. I love thinking about Arya with her siblings because literally any pair of them is perfect:

Arya and Jon: they literally share neurons, easily the smartest people in the room, GRRM hasn't let them attend a council together yet because he knows they'd be too powerful. BUT at the same time they can literally make the worst decisions ever and the other will disagree AND somehow support them at the same time, no questions asked. If Arya had been there when Jon sent all his friends away because Lord Commanders Can't Have Feelings she would have privately smacked him in the head with a roll of parchment, but if anyone else asked she would puff out her chest and tell them off in seven languages. If Jon had been there when Arya kept circling trees in the Riverlands because of her Moth Only Grows On One Side theory he wouldn't have stopped complaining and teasing her the entire time, but if anyone else had made a comment he would have had Ghost following them menacingly for days. They are each other's favourite person in the whole world and I can't wait to see them being badasses together

Arya and Sansa: the "we used to hate each other but now I can't imagine facing this without you" trope. The "we were raised to believe we were too different to ever get along and I've only realised how much I love you when it's too late". The "bickering goes from frustrated to fond". The "sisters by chance but friends by choice". The "I can't stand you but I can't stand the thought of anything happening to you". The "I didn't realise how much I need you by my side until you weren't there". So little content yet, but so many possibilities for the future

Arya and Bran: THESE TWO. THESE TWO. The hearts of pure gold these two have. How many times do you think they would have allowed the other to feel worthless if they'd been there? If Bran had heard Arya saying their mother might not want her back? If Arya had heard Bran calling himself broken? They would have shut that down before the other could even finish the sentence. These kids who lost everything. Someone should have been taking care of them, but it will be alright, because they're going to meet again and you can bet they're going to take care of each other. But also. BUT ALSO. The sheer power these two irradiate. They're the forgotten ones, the underestimated and overlooked, the ones left for dead, the ones NO ONE WILL SEE COMING. And if they work together? Their middle-sibling-partner-in-crime energy is about to take on a WHOLE new level when they come back and literally no one is prepared for it. Least of all me

Arya and Rickon: my head has mixed the Mother Hen Arya energy and the Abandoned Baby Rickon energy and I haven't been able to produce a single coherent thought since. They share so MUCH. No one is going to be able to understand Rickon's impulsiveness and restlessness like Arya. Rickon speaks in the Old Tongue when he's angry to build a wall between him and everyone else? Watch my polyglot baby girl learn Skagosi in weeks to tear that wall down brick by brick. Watch her make sure he gets the childhood that was taken from his siblings. Watch her tell him stories about their parents, about Robb, watch her take him to the Godswood and their mother's little sept and the crypts to speak to them, to make sure he knows he was loved, that they fought to get back to him, that they are a part of him too, even when he can barely remember what they looked like. Watch him follow her around everywhere, hanging to her every word. Watch him learn Water Dancing movements before any Westerosi technique because it's what his Big Sister does and it is therefore the Coolest Thing In The World, watch him climb into her bed whenever he has a nightmare, watch him grow up tall and proud and kind, watch him smile wider and more freely than any of the starklings because my girl made sure of it

Also this is my post and I do what I want, so:

Arya and Theon: the horrors they have seen. They've both been held prisoners by monsters. They both convince themselves that the person they were is gone, that their name is forbidden even in their own minds, that they've crossed too many lines to ever be worthy of love again. They could understand each other so well and it lives in my head rent-free. What I would give to see them become friends as they heal, and afterwards. Give me Arya visiting Pyke and falling immediately in love with Asha, give me Asha trying to hate the daughter of the man who took so much from her family but finding it impossible, give me them becoming thick as thieves and Theon regretting ever introducing them to one another. Give me Arya holding Theon's hand while he talks to Alannys, give me Dagmer Cleftjaw and everyone in his ship taken aback by how much they care about this tiny, badmouthed, caring girl who was supposed to be their enemy. Give me them whispering to one another that maybe they understand their Prince's protectiveness of the Starks, if they're all like her. Give me Theon teaching her how to finger dance because she will try it whether he likes it or not and at least this way there is someone trying to keep her from accidentally stabbing herself. Give me Arya being the first to pull a laugh from Theon, and always being able to do so from then onwards. Give me them becoming a chaotic duo, sharing dirty jokes and cursing loudly and getting into trouble every time they're together, but it's fine because it's the good kind of trouble now, the hide-under-the-table-before-they-find-us and the laugh-until-your-belly-aches-whenever-you-remember-it kind, and it's so damn good to feel that way again

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk

“Here’s your choice. Three dragons, or you teach that hellhorse how to walk on water.” “I like an honest brigand. Have it your way. Three dragons... when you put us ashore safe on the north bank.” “I’ll have them now, or we don’t go.” The man thrust out a thick, callused hand, palm up. Clegane rattled his longsword to loosen the blade in the scabbard. “Here’s your choice. Gold on the north bank, or steel on the south.” The ferryman looked up at the Hound’s face. Arya could tell that he didn’t like what he saw there. He had a dozen men behind him, strong men with oars and hardwood poles in their hands, but none of them were rushing forward to help him. Together they could overwhelm Sandor Clegane, though he’d likely kill three or four of them before they took him down. “How do I know you’re good for it?” the bent-backed man asked, after a moment. He’s not, she wanted to shout. Instead she bit her lip. “Knight’s honor,” the Hound said, unsmiling. He’s not even a knight. She did not say that either. —A Storm of Swords, Arya IX

art from asoiaf sketch dump, by Hanieh Salehi (twitter). Posted to tumblr with permission of the artist.

I’ve been dragged into the steddie fandom and there is no crawling back out…

Her eyes saw him, and they hated. “She don’t speak,” said the big man in the yellow cloak. “You bloody bastards cut her throat too deep for that. But she remembers.” He turned to the dead woman and said, “What do you say, m’lady? Was he part of it?”(x)

"everyone being gay in the 80s is unrealistic" babes not only do they have interdimensional monsters and telekinesis but they also have songs from 1995 playing in 1983 and 1986 but pop off ig

y'all know the real reason Murray HAD TO go with Joyce to rescue Hopper? no, not bc of his russian speaking abilities. because otherwise Murray would clock Ronance and Steddie so fast he'd majorly fuck up the Duffer brothers' dumb six little nuggets plan

he's done it twice already (jonancy and jopper) and you know he would happily grumpily do it twice more

Still not over Tommy parading Billy in front of Steve like he was flirting with the rebound fling in front of the ex

i just think it would be neat if Eddie starts going nuts on the guitar in the Upside Down and Dustin nudges Steve like “didn’t I tell you he was cool?” and Steve, flustrated and blushing, just mumbls “y-yeah, yeah… pretty cool” and then we leave it as a hint, maybe give him some longing eyes by the end of s4 and BANG develop the ship in s5

As much as I love Robin or Dustin being the first person to find out about Steve’s bisexuality and crush on Eddie, I uh… personally kind of want it to be Max. It’s Steve picking her up to meet up with the party at the arcade, but he’s been over at Eddie’s trailer all day. She’s seen this, so she makes a joke about thinking he’d never pull himself away from his boyfriend so they could go, and Steve, who has been in some heavy confusion as of late, makes an instant remark about how he likes girls clearly, “I date girls! I dated Nance!” Max just shrugs. She tells him she figured he was bisexual or something from the start because he had a kind of “vibe” and sometimes looked at Jonathan a little weirdly. Steve has absolutely no time to process that second half of that sentence because he’s trying to work out the label bisexual. Max doesn’t push. Doesn’t try to question it or him. She’s smart. She’s really, really smart, and she grew up in California, where things were a tad more open-minded. Not to mention that she can read people very well from spending so many years on the alert, searching for warning signs, so she notices the very moment that Steve goes just a touch too still and casually throws out some story about how she used to have a neighbor. This sweet old man who was bi and used to date this woman who looked a lot like Goldie Hawn, but now he’s got an ex-surfer for a boyfriend who lives with him, and they have like 3 dogs together and used to sneak her sweets whenever they had big block parties. The realization kind of settles smoothly over Steve, and Max can see the moment when all the tension drains out of him. They don’t talk about it for the rest of the drive. They don’t bring it up after that, and Max kind of forgets about it until a few weeks later when it’s just her and Steve again, and he very shyly pops up to inform her he’s now dating Eddie, so “Thanks, kid.” She proceeds to sit smugly (and proudly) a few weeks later when they tell the rest of the party, who collectively lose their shit for a variety of reasons, mostly ranging from “But Steve, Eddie? Seriously? STEVE?” to “I can’t believe you guys have the gall to go out and not buy me ice cream as a thank you gift considering I’m the entire reason you two ever became friends in the first place!” It’s pretty nice after that, all in all, except for the fact that Steve is somehow convinced that Max lives on her porch now just so she can catch the sight of him sneaking in and out of the Munson trailer and hold it over his head, and holy shit does she. 

this tweet has been plaguing me since i first saw it this concept is haunting me so i need you guys to walk with me here. season five episode one starts, and it's a typical first episode of a stranger things season. the gang is attempting to adjust to a new normal, meanwhile a new upside down evil is growing. but the audience realizes something's missing. dustin isn't there. the party starts investigating and they call dustin over the radio to try and loop him in, but they never get an answer. will insists they just need to give him some time, but it gets to the point where they need to get dustin off the bench, since with max in the hospital still they're already one man down. they show up at his house and bang on the door until dustin answers. when he does, he's acting weird. he's not looking at any of them, just down at his feet, and when he does looks up he looks over their shoulders. eventually dustin gives them a flimsy excuse and shoves them out the door. the party go to family video next and pesters steve to go check on dustin. steve complains at first, but he's also genuinely worried about dustin so after minimal begging he caves and leaves work early to go over to the henderson house. dustin opens the door quicker for steve then he did for the kids, and steve is about to chew dustin out for making everyone worry but stops suddenly, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open in shock. standing next to dustin, looking beat up and bloody and a little worse for wear, is eddie. dustin looks from the expression on steve's face to eddie and back to steve and whispers "you can see him too?"

He's really just out here gazing lustfully at other men

in love with the idea that eddie takes steve’s letterman jacket from him. he starts wearing it but you know, because he’s eddie, he customizes it.

if one thing is clear, steve is decidedly not the same person he was in high school. he’s practically done a 180. eddie recognizes this and he asks steve if he can do something with the jacket since he never wears it anymore and eddie is the only one who does, “go for it, eds”

with that, he fills up the empty spaces with badges and pins and patches and makes it a mix of eddie and steve. walking around with this jacket that is such a mix of them, eddies personality splattered across a jacket that reads harrington across the back

does anyone realize how crazy it is to have the actor of a mostly headcanoned queer ship say the fans were never crazy and they were right all along after 10+ years of everyone just absolutely going nuts over the said queerbaited ship

I just made a new sideblog and found out this setting is disabled by default.

This means that ALL new blogs will NOT have a [username].tumblr.com page. Not only that, but they will not have any themes besides the mobile-default.

As someone who really likes custom themes and Tumblr still having a fully customizable profile page, please turn this on!

You can make a website for your tumblr blog that is entirely your own!

Finding posts on your URL.tumblr.com page is much easier due to the ability to use your Archive and url.tumblr.com/tagged/[tag] pages!

Visiting your mutual's tumblr pages will become much more fun if they do the same! I used to always associate blogs with the themes they had, but that's sadly not possible anymore :(

If Tumblr themes die out, it will truly be an end of an era for the internet, and the future will hold only mobile-orientated, endless-scroll design devoid of personality.

Even if you don't like themes, this is a move that almost destroys Tumblr's origin as a blogging website and showcases the takeover of social-media-sameness.

Having your own URL and custom theme is fun! Try it today!!!

Edit: I focused on promoting custom themes but I do encourage people to simply turn on this setting for the URL. You can pick a free tumblr theme or even leave on the tumblr mobile-orientated default!