“Let me give you some advice, bastard: Never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you.”
i think his narrative arc has pretty clearly come full circle; he’s Theon again, full stop, and that’s all, folks. like, if this is not a final POV chapter, i’ll eat my hat.
Excellent post in general, sorry I snipped most of it, but I just wanted to say that doesn’t…
The words gave her a chill, as they always did. The Stark words. Every noble house had its words. Family mottoes, touchstones, prayers of sorts, they boasted of honor and glory, promised loyalty and truth, swore faith and courage. All but the Starks. Winter is coming, said the Stark words. Not for the first time, she reflected on what a strange people these northerners were.
one song, one graphic. (x)So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
And cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war,
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
UM OMG. had to reblog just for the amazing song reference. <3
Game of Thrones blingees are cracking my shit up.
The saltiest mothafucka in the Iron Islands. (Except for Asha.)~Not a big Theon fan here, but this is HIGHlarious~