roosebaldton:

arya stark, the westerosi equivalent of a gen z kid, in a casual conversation: yeah, i saw brienne beat the hound. what a mood. we stan a queen. wig = snatched. she just yeeted him off that cliff.

jon, a frustrated millennial who is coping with the fact that his sense of nihilism has been matched: what does that mean

davos, a baby boomer, who is trying to connect with the Youth: it means that brienne of tarth has Big Dick Energy, your grace

bitchfromtheseventhhell:

Arya Meme
4/10 Scenes: Acorn Hall

“I have no gowns of leaves,” said Lady Smallwood with a small fond smile, “but Carellen left some other dresses that might serve. Come, child, let us go upstairs and see what we can find.” 

It was even worse than before; Lady Smallwood insisted that Arya take another bath, and cut and comb her hair besides; the dress she put her in this time was sort of lilac-colored, and decorated with little baby pearls. The only good thing about it was that it was so delicate that no one could expect her to ride in it. So the next morning as they broke their fast, Lady Smallwood gave her breeches, belt, and tunic to wear, and a brown doeskin jerkin dotted with iron studs. “They were my son’s things,” she said. “He died when he was seven.”