When she finally finds Nymeria again, or Nymeria finds her, and she of course wants her to come back home with her and be her loyal companion again, but Nymeria’s found her own life.
oh these dumb motherfuckers lol. the direwolves were never simple “companions” for the stark children. “these wolves are more than wolves YOU MUST KNOW THAT”!!!!!! they’re actual extensions of their souls. they’re bonded that deeply. its a marriage! they wed for life! the old gods sent them to the starklings to protect them which is more important during winter than ever before but these idiot writers just write them off with bullshit fake deep excuses. when the least they could do is just being honest and say they can’t afford to keep them in tbh. because they’re hugely crucial aspects to the stark kids character arcs so the fact that they’re all been ignored reflects how wrong they’re doing their stories.
nymeria can’t be too wild for arya. she’ can’t have her own life. they’re two halves of the same whole. they belong together.
Imagine VIXX doing a cover (in full costume) of Lady Marmalade. Ken is Christina, Ravi is Lil Kim, N is Mia and Hongbin and Hyuk are both Pink. They’re all just lounging on velvet couches, wearing corsets with their hair crimped.
Leo has somehow managed to wiggle his way out of it again.
N I C OLLeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee the light of my WORLD
things i associate with you:
soft beige tones, cold drinks with caramel in them, pink crop tops, thin stripes, tiny marshmallows on ice cream, the way you laugh with a sideways glance when you’re walking down the street with someone, skipping your step, singing at the top of your lungs in a house party, rain boots, freshly cut lavender, holding someone really close to you when you’re both too vulnerable to speak, the softness of candlelight, cavalier dogs, illustrations of garden fairies, the mary poppins soundtrack, really red rose petals, burying your face in your hands when you’re laughing too much, marble steps of a museum, lightbulbs, a bed with too many pillows, taffy that takes so much chewing to melt, scrunching up your nose after you’ve eaten something too sour but also smiling at the same time, beach umbrellas
overly graphic rambling about g spot stimulation and romantic bonds is a great way to convince me you’re a virgin who can’t drive and should probably not be trying to have an adult conversation about the nuances of sex or sexuality since you are clearly a child who has never been in a healthy long-term relationship*