His Brow Furrows. I Have Made Many Mistakes That Im Not Proud Of

His brow furrows. “I have made many mistakes that I’m not proud of—”

Katara laughs bitterly. “Mistakes? A mistake is forgetting to respond to a letter. Or using salt instead of sugar. Or trusting someone when you should know better.”

She narrows her gaze intentionally at him and his nose crumples slightly as he looks down between his feet. Ashamed. Good.

“You didn’t make a mistake. You made a choice. You chose violence and fear, each and every time.”

His mouth draws into a thin, bloodless line, and the anger that has been slowly bubbling up inside her turns to acid in her stomach, as he looks up and regards her. His eyes pierce hers with an intensity that makes her feel utterly bare. As if he can see straight through her supercilious words – see her for the hypocrite she is. Because she would choose violence if she could. If she wasn’t such a coward. She had chosen violence by agreeing to come here with him. Had been ready to kill whoever they came across in the ships bridge – all to avenge her mother.

—These Tides Do Turn by FireLily_z

“He is only one man. A man with a very high opinion of his own abilities, but one man, nonetheless. He cannot withstand the force of the crown by himself. As I have had to remind him many, many times.”

—Snow snake by Liora_Holmes

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Oberyn was a fuckin amazing character and he didn't deserve to die :"(

Ned would have kneeled, she thought. Benjen would have kneeled.

But Ned and Benjen were loyal, and did what they were told. Lyanna did too. She stayed in Winterfell and prayed for them. While Brandon clung to pride, she had to forgo it.

They made me kneel, brother, she said to Brandon’s dying form. Then they made me marry the man who slayed you.

It was strange, to taste resentment alongside sorrow and alongside love. It was made worse by her own guilt, born from the intimacy of her own betrayal. A man killed her brother, and she weds him and beds him anyways. What did that say about her? What did that mean for her own pride?

You died with your pride, brother, but I must live without mine.

—Hold On To Your Heart by lyannas (crossfirehurricane)

there are three kinds of fanfic:

i can fix it

i can make it worse

horny

"All of this mess...was because of me," she continued on. "Because I...wasn't quick enough or...smart enough."

"You're not to blame for any of it. Focus on staying awake."

"I'm tired."

"I don't care. You are not allowed to sleep yet."

"I'm tired of fighting," she murmured. "It's exhausting. I want...to stop fighting for once."

"I know," he replied. [...] Part of him wanted to leave the room entirely so that he did not have to endure her suffering. But he could not leave her.

Arya coughed. "Where...where is..."

[...]

"Father..." Arya mumbled. "Where is father?"

Tywin did not have a reply to that. This wasn't exactly the moment to remind Arya that her father was long dead. But he didn't know what else to say.

A shudder went through Arya's body and she reached out toward the ceiling. "Father? Where...where are you? Are you...there?"

Tywin stared at her outstretched hand for a long moment. He had seen Arya Stark as many things over these years. A clever cupbearer, a stubborn child, a valuable bargaining chip. A vicious fighter, an intelligent strategist. A lady. A wolf.

And here, she was a girl crying out for her long dead father, reaching for him but finding only air.

He wasn't sure what moved him to extend his hand, but the moment he did, she gripped onto it like it was a lifeline.

Fine, he told himself. Whatever keeps her alive.

—A Wolf amongst lions by Kallypso

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This fic is perfect <3