Queen you shall be…until there comes another, younger and more beautiful, to cast you down and take all that you hold dear.
Sansa appreciation week : Day 4 - Favorite relationship
Sansa StarkAlayne Stone & her father.﹍﹎“We have had a letter from your father,” she said.”He is on his way home, he says, and hopes to see his darling daughter soon.”
I’d love to see people react to my muse holding a baby. I really, really would.
"Ghostly things don’t really scare me, but they really intrigue me."
"Lysa! What’s the meaning of this?" The shout cut through the sobs and the heavy breathing. Footsteps echoed down the High Hall. "Get back from there! Lysa, what are you doing?" The guards were still beating at the door; Littlefinger had come in the back way through the lords’ entrance behind the dais.
As Lysa turned, her grip loosened enough for Sansa to rip free. She stumbled to her knee’s, where Petyr Baelish saw her. He stopped suddenly. "Alayne. What is the trouble here?"
"Well…" A mischievous smirk tugged on the corners of the sellsword’s mouth. "I don’t have to be afraid of never running into him again. By the looks of his armor, he was a Redcloak. Cersei’s gonna have a field day, she already likes me so much.” The Queen Regent had looked down on Faith from the moment they’d met, as Faith had expected. “But I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.” She knew very well she had to watch her steps around the Lioness and her minions, but she couldn’t help herself.
She snorted at Sansa’s answer. “I don’t understand how you can do needlework, it’s so tedious and what does it give you? Something to hang from the wall?” She shrugged. “I never learned how to do it anyway. Mother didn’t think I was good enough for it.”
Inhaling a sharp intake of air, Sansa gazed at Faith in bewilderment on who she pulverized, who’s guard it actually was. Inwardly she was grinning from ear to ear, but outwardly she kept a more placid look. “That she will, but she cannot do anything to you, my husband will make sure of that. In fact I can hear him say a very snide comment to her on the matter.” She said with merry mirth.
"Well even if it’s tedious, it gives me peace of mind. I can lose myself into my thoughts, put my heart and soul into something that reminds me of home. That’s why I do it, not to have another decoration for the walls here." Nodding lightly, "well, I have to agree with your mother. My sister was the same, she had no talent for needle work, but she did know how to shoot a bow and arrow, ride horses and fight like a boy. So if you think of it, your sword is almost like your type of needle work."
"…What?" Jon questioned while imitating Ghost at his feet and tilting his head at the girl. "How long have you been out in the sun, Lady Sansa?"
"You know I’d be honored to take it with me." Truthfully he wanted all the tokens he could get before he left. He never wanted to forget his life in Winterfell. It may not have been perfect as Sansa just mentioned but it was probably better than most other bastards could ever hope for. Jon was grateful for it.
"Then it’s settled, you shall take it with you once it is finished." She said with glee laced in her youthful voice. Sansa hoped that every time he looked at it, he would always see the smiles of everyone here and what happy memories he had made as well.
You have your mother’s eyes. Honest eyes, and innocent. Blue as a sunlit sea. When you are a little older, many a man will drown in those eyes.”
Sansa did not know what to say to that.
[text: Silver] Oh gods where are you right now and who is this man?
[[ To S: ]] –AMON IS MY DOG!
[[ To S: ]] –sends a better picture revealing her shirt was on the great dane-
[text: Silver] Oh sorry.
[text: Silver] Awe he’s adorable but how did you get such a tiny shirt on him?
Queer as Folk Challenge 2014:
Day Four: Favourite Appendage - Stuart’s Jeep
By the way, I don’t think I’ve seen the top picture before with Stuart and Vince with the whole of the jeep. Correct me if this picture, in this form, has been floating about for years!