Announcing Arya Stark Appreciation Week! 
FROM JULY 22 - 28
Lately there’s been a lot of negativity surrounding Arya and we want none of it. We have seen weeks dedicated to other characters decided that there needs to be a week dedicated to Arya to share some more love for her character. This blog will reblog everything from gifsets to fanmixes dedicated to Arya during this time! Be sure to tag your posts with “aryastarkweek" to ensure you’ll be featured on the blog!
Participate or we’ll stick you with the pointy end :)

I was tagged by isoldadychauk (thanks hi! lol)

rules: answer the questions and tag at least 10 people.

name: annalesa
nickname: n/a
birthday: march 18 
gender: female
sexuality: meh
height: 5”2
what time and date is it there: 6:23PM september 10th
average hours of sleep: 6/7 
OTPs: arya/gendry no other ship can compete
first word to come to mind: glass
last thing i said to my family: lol i think i told my mom to be quiet bc she was sneezing
one place that makes me happy and why: my room. its my one safe place
how many blankets do I sleep under: rn just one but during winter its more like 6 
favorite beverage: water but i like root beer on special occasions


Yes, Arya thought. Yes, it’s you who ought to run, you and Lord Tywin and the Mountain and Ser Addam and Ser Amory and stupid Ser Lyonel whoever he is, all of you better run or my brother will kill you, he’s a Stark, he’s more wolf than man, and so am I.

In the godswood she found her broomstick sword where she had left it, and carried it to the heart tree. There she knelt. Red leaves rustled. Red eyes peered inside her. The eyes of the gods. “Tell me what to do, you gods,” she prayed.

For a long moment there was no sound but the wind and the water and the creak of leaf and limb. And then, far far off, beyond the godswood and the haunted towers and the immense stone walls of Harrenhal, from somewhere out in the world, came the long lonely howl of a wolf. Gooseprickles rose on Arya’s skin, and for an instant she felt dizzy. Then, so faintly, it seemed as if she heard her father’s voice. “When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives,” he said.

"But there is no pack," she whispered to the weirwood. Bran and Rickon were dead, the Lannisters had Sansa, Jon had gone to the Wall. "I’m not even me now, I’m Nan."

"You are Arya of Winterfell, daughter of the north. You told me you could be strong. You have the wolf blood in you."

"The wolf blood." Arya remembered now. "I’ll be as strong as Robb. I said I would." She took a deep breath, then lifted the broomstick in both hands and brought it down across her knee. It broke with a loud crack, and she threw the pieces aside. I am a direwolf, and done with wooden teeth.


as long as you’re with me - a mix for arya and gendry in the modern world
{ 1. do i wanna know? - arctic monkeys / 2. what you know - two door cinema club / 3. give me love - ed sheeran / 4. stubborn love - the lumineers / 5. flaws - bastille / 6. barely legal - the strokes / 7. flawless - the neighbourhood / 8. cold coffee - ed sheeran / 9. sweater weather - the neighbourhood / 10. starlight - muse / 11. over again - one direction / 12. angels - the xx }


“I was so excited when I found out you were coming back. Ask anyone. I knew you had lost your powers - everyone knew that. But I never thought - hell, I thought you’d be happy about that. No more press bugging you. No more working for the government. And you were finally eighteen…I thought we were golden, at last. I had this whole thing planned. I was going to show you the shop and the house and take you to that restaurant Doug was talking about today - the one in Storey - and propose. Yeah, I know it sounds ridiculous now. But that’s how far gone I was.”