It Is A Ship I Need, Not A Net For My Hair.

It is a ship I need, not a net for my hair.

some modern girls in the vale

“There’s a whole world out there,” he’d said, with a smile on his face and a gentle pull on her hand. He means to take me away, she thinks, from here, from home, from everyone– but no. No, she musn’t forget. Alayne doesn’t have a family, not any more than Young Griff.

The phone goes off, the photo taken, he turns his bright violet eyes on her and grins.

“Ready?”

She smiles, “ready.”

@jeynewesterling

is this an OTP now? yes, yes it is.

I would be gladder if it were the Hound, Sansa thought.

requested by @thehound

“Oh, my sweet summer child, what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods.” // anamaria vartolomei as dany, layla burns as sansa & anuk steffen as arya

moodboards: Sansa Stark

My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.