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You are Arya of Winterfell, daughter of the North. You told me you could be strong. You have the wolf blood in you.
independent Older Arya Stark from Asoiaf / Game of Thrones
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So that’s who Finnick loves, I think. Not his string of fancy lovers in the Capitol. But a poor, mad girl back home.
Independent and Selective Annie Cresta, from Suzanne Collins The Hunger Games
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You are the Daughter of The North, with Ice in your Veins and Blood on your fangs, you will always be a Stark
Independent And Selective Older Arya Stark
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HAMILTON : AN AMERICAN MUSICAL → STARTERS
- ❛ he was longing for something to be a part of. ❜
- ❛ and the world is gonna know your name. ❜
- ❛ there’s a million things i haven’t done, but just you wait. ❜
- ❛ you never learned to take your time. ❜
- ❛ talk less…smile more. ❜
- ❛ who’s the best? c’est moi! ❜
- ❛ the plan is to fan this spark into a flame. ❜
- ❛ i’m not throwing away my shot. ❜
- ❛ i may not live to see our glory, but i will gladly join the fight ! ❜
- ❛ they’ll tell the story of tonight. ❜
- ❛ tomorrow there’ll be more of us. ❜
- ❛ i’m looking for a mind at work. ❜
- ❛ look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now. ❜
- ❛ oh my god. tear this dude apart. ❜
- ❛ i will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love… ❜
- ❛ dying is easy, young man… living is harder. ❜
- ❛ then you walked in and my heart went ‘boom’! ❜
- ❛ you look at me and suddenly i’m helpless. ❜
- ❛ i am so into you. ❜
- ❛ i’m just saying if you really loved me, you would share him. ❜
- ❛ love doesn’t discriminate from the sinners and the saints. ❜
- ❛ i’m willing to wait for it. ❜
- ❛ i am the one thing in life i can control. ❜
- ❛ call me son one more time —…. ❜
- ❛ i don’t pretend to know the challenges you’re facing. ❜
- ❛ that would be enough. ❜
- ❛ and we could be enough. ❜
- ❛ let me a part of the narrative in the story they will write one day. ❜
- ❛ you have no control : who lives, who dies, who tells your story. ❜
- ❛ history has its eyes on you. ❜
- ❛ awesome. wow. ❜
- ❛ i’ll make the world safe and sound for you. ❜
- ❛ why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? ❜
- ❛ what’d i miss? ❜
- ❛ run away with us for the summer. ❜
- ❛ take a break. ❜
- ❛ well, hate the sin, love the sinner. ❜
- ❛ no one else was in the room where it happened. ❜
- ❛ and then we’ll teach them how to say goodbye. ❜
- ❛ we both know what we know. ❜
- ❛ i will choose her happiness over mine every time. ❜
- ❛ god, i hope you’re satisfied. ❜
- ❛ i saved every letter you wrote me. ❜
- ❛ you built me palaces out of paragraphs. ❜
- ❛ be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive. ❜
- ❛ when you were mine, the world seemed to burn. ❜
- ❛ the world has no right to my heart. ❜
- ❛ i hope that you burn. ❜
- ❛ everything is legal in new jersey… ❜
- ❛ i’m so sorry for forgetting what you taught me. ❜
- ❛ it’s quiet uptown. ❜
- ❛ they are trying to do the unimaginable. ❜
- ❛ there are moments that the words don’t reach. ❜
- ❛ forgiveness. can you imagine? ❜
- ❛ i had only one thought before the slaughter. ❜
- ❛ i imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory. ❜
- ❛ what is a legacy? it’s planting seeds in a garden you will never see. ❜
- ❛ death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints. ❜
- ❛ i survived, but i paid for it. ❜
- ❛ have i done enough? will they tell my story? ❜
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So that’s who Finnick loves, I think. Not his string of fancy lovers in the Capitol. But a poor, mad girl back home.
Independent and Selective Annie Cresta, from Suzanne Collins The Hunger Games
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Sansa let out a quiet gasp, a grin breaking across her face as she rushed to her sister’s side. The child was lovely, his features reminding the woman of Arya’s own. She was silent for a moment, taking in the sight of her new nephew. “Arya,” Sansa began softly, tears of happiness welling in her eyes, “Arya, he is beautiful. Have you chosen a name?”
she smiled softly as she watched her sister come closer to her as she handed her son over to her slowly and smiled once again as she took a breath in slowly before flushing slightly at what Sansa was telling her before nodding slowly as she reached over and wiped away a few of her tears before speaking softly.
“ Thank you Sansa...and yes me and Gendry were speaking about it, we want to Name him Robert Jon stark after the two of the bravest men i know”
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Arya Stark and Gendry
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Riding with the brotherhood was hard at first, but it was something she grew to love and accept, as the members of the brotherhood had accepted her as well, she was no long just Arya of house stark, she had changed her name, making sure that the people thought that Arya had died or that Arya had been married off, anything would have worked for her, except seeing the woman who was sitting in the tavern that the brotherhood had just decided to stay for a little while...the aurburn hair...the blue hues she knew right away...before even hearing her voice that it was her sister...that it was sansa.
“ Sansa...it can’t be”
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Arya looked up at the door for a moment where she seen her sister standing as she smiled brightly for a moment shifting the small child that was sleeping in her arms before speaking quietly “ your Grace, would you like to meet your Nephew?”
*quietly Posts a starter Call*
!:Out of Names: I kinda want to do an Arranged marriage Thread with Arya where she does not know and comes back older and then finds out that she is set to marry someone when she became of age.
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Send me ✵ to catch my muse under the mistletoe!
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She hadn’t know whether to sing or cry in that moment, but all that mattered was she was here. Sansa wasnt alone. She was FREE. Tears threatened to spill as she hugged her sister back, the face almost unrecognizable had it been for the eyes so familiar, so fierce and strong, like the stormy sky in winterfell. The instructions given too had been strong, and Sansa listened, knowing well to trust her, even if the space between their meeting had been years. They had so much to discuss, so much to listen to, so much to understand.
“ we are going to get you out of here...you are going to be safe with us, Sansa, i swear it to you, the wolves will come again”
she smiled slightly as she took a breath in slowly as her now long chocolate brown hair that was wound in a long braid flipped over her left shoulder as she offered a hand for, her sister as she knew that the brotherhood was waiting for them, that they would be there when they came out of where Sansa had been being held. her left hand held her bow...something she had learned to prefect under the guidance of Anguy she was the brotherhood’s second best archer, something that she prided herself on.
“ The brotherhood will be waiting for us Sansa.”
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“–ARYA?”
Her voice is sharp, quick with surprise as her eyes quiver, unblinking and shining with tears, a furrow in her brow threatening to form with the spilling of hot tears. This is too much, the pain the sorrow, surely it is an illusion after all this time. It cannot be her sister before her…how…how can it be-
“ Yes...it is Sansa, but i need you to be quiet for a moment”
she took a breath in slowly as she looked around for a moment hoping that no one heard what her sister had said. her smoldering stormy gray hues danced over her sister and around the room once again before she moved closer to her sister once again placing a hang on her shoulder lightly as she chewed on her bottom lip a little before hugging her tightly.