" He cannot see me, Bran realized, despairing. He wanted to reach out and touch him, but all that he could do was watch and listen. I am in the tree. I am inside the heart tree, looking out of its red eyes, but the weirwood cannot talk, so I can’t. Eddard Stark resumed his prayer. Bran felt his eyes fill up with tears. But were they his own tears, or the weirwood’s? If I cry, will the tree begin to weep?"

He’s after you, Mr. Potter. You really don’t stand a chance.

I must be as strong as my lady mother.

She had last seen snow the day she’d left Winterfell. That was a lighter fall than this, she remembered. Robb had melting flakes in his hair when he hugged me, and the snowball Arya tried to make kept coming apart in her hands. It hurt to remember how happy she had been that morning…I thought my song was beginning that day, but it was almost done.

princessesfanarts:

Ariel by YukiHyo

 fire and blood

mydearsourwolf:

A Study in Stiles (requested by Brii haagendazstilinski)

I must be as strong as my lady mother.

lycantrophies:

teen wolf meme

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RF