jaqen h'ghar*

DEAR GAME OF THRONES WRITERS, STOP KILLING THE DIREWOLVES! YOU EVIL FUCKING SWINES THEY ARE JUST FURRY CREATURES WHO PROTECT THE STARKS AND WANT TO BE LOVED. GOD FUCK THIS SHIT

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— “It’s just a sword,” she said, aloud this time… but it wasn’t. Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile. He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.


(…) The Many-Faced God can have the rest, she thought, he can’t have this.

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Funny thing about black and white. You mix it together and you get grey. And it doesn’t matter how much white you try and put back in, you’re never gonna get anything but grey.