My Girl Sansa I Miss Her Cute Dresses From Season One Tbh

my girl sansa i miss her cute dresses from season one tbh

↳ got au // sansa and jeyne escape kings landing together

they don’t talk about how sansa was to be a queen, or how jeyne used to sigh over the boys in the training yard. they don’t talk about how neither of them looked back when they clasped sweaty, shaking hands and ran from the kingsguard. they don’t talk about a lot of things but that doesn’t mean they don’t talk. their nights are spent curled around one another as bedmates, huddled together for warmth like they were still girls and they were still safe in winterfell instead of here in this desolate place. at night they didn’t need to worry about food or coin. the nights were for them. and sometimes, in her heart of hearts, jeyne thinks that there’s nothing in the world worth worrying about when her legs are entwined with sansa’s and the other girl’s breath warms her face as they whisper secrets to one another in the dark. 

aesthetic requests: sansa stark

my skin has tuned to porcelain to ivory to steel

Catelyn and Sansa by martinacecilia

“I often sent away her maid so I could brush her hair myself. She had auburn hair, lighter than mine, and so thick and soft… the red in it would catch the light of the torches and shine like copper.”

↳ followers celebration // sansa stark  [ for @caplulet & @daeneryn ]                 my skin has turn to  p o r c e l a i n , to ivory, to steel.

Arya would have given anything for a cup of milk and a lemon cake, but the brown wasn’t so bad.

All that Daenerys wanted back was the big house with the red door, the lemon tree outside her window, the childhood she had never known.

“Lemon cakes are my favorite,” Sansa admitted.

Stability. Safety. Comfort. Home. Let them have it.