so i reached a milestone yesterday: 1.5k followers!! and i wanted to thank you all, mutuals and followers, for putting up with me lmao (ꈍ ᴗ ꈍ✿)

rules 

  • mbf this daensa trash
  • reblog this post (likes don’t count)
  • THIS POST IS ONLY VALID UNTIL 13/10 AFTER THAT YOU CAN’T ENTER!

categories

  • arya stark award » best url
  • daenerys targaryen award » best creation*
  • margaery tyrell award » best theme (desktop and mobile)
  • sansa stark award » personal favorites
  • lyanna stark award » best overall
  • ned stark award » nicest blog

*reblog with your creations tag

prizes

winners

  • a follow from me (if not already)
  • two edits/gifs of your choice upon request (must be part of my fandoms)
  • promo + blog compliment (upon request)

runner-ups

  • a follow from me (if not already)
  • one edit/gifs (from my fandoms) or promo + compliment (can’t choose both)

if you have any doubts, please ask me!

I never really gave up on you. Not really. I always hoped…. Hermione told me to get on with life, maybe go out with some other people, relax a bit around you, because I never used to be able to talk if you were in the room, remember? And she thought you might take a bit more notice if I was a bit more — myself. (happy birthday @larasjaen ♡)

hiya people!!! i decided to remake my birthday page! even if you’re already in my old one, you will have to send an ask to join the new page!

rules ✦

  • mbf this sansa trash
  • reblog this post (likes don’t count!)
  • (optional) check out my edits
  • send me an ask with your name/nickname and your birthday

✦ what will you get? ✦

  • a birthday gift (edit/gifset)
  • an ask from me wishing you happy birthday!
  • all my love and support ❤

make me choose ♥ sansan or daensa or daensansaery | asked by @scamandor and @saintpadme

I wish the Hound were here. The night of the battle, Sandor Clegane had come to her chambers to take her from the city, but Sansa had refused. Sometimes she lay awake at night, wondering if she’d been wise. She had his stained white cloak hidden in a cedar chest beneath her summer silks. She could not say why she’d kept it. The Hound had turned craven, she heard it said; at the height of the battle, he got so drunk the Imp had to take his men. But Sansa understood. She knew the secret of his burned face. It was only the fire he feared.