robb stark & theon greyjoy + ghosts that we knew, mumford & sons (x)

tsarkoschei:kingrenly:

Robb,
I hope this reaches you in time. My father has rejected the offer and plans to attack the North, raiding the shores and taking Deepwood Motte. Mobilize your army and make for the North before it’s too late. I’ll write again when I can.
Theon

#What hurts is that he calls him ‘Robb’ and not ‘Your Grace’ #because robb said it was okay not to 

#IT’S JUST ‘ROBB’ #AND JUST ‘THEON’ #BECAUSE DESPITE ALL THEIR TITLES #DESPITE THAT ROBB IS THE YOUNG WOLF AND THEON IS THE PRINCE OF PYKE #THAT ROBB IS KING IN THE NORTH AND THEON IS THE KRAKEN ON LAND #THAT THEY ARE THEON GREYJOY AND ROBB STARK #TO HIM THEY ARE JUST THEON AND ROBB #THEY ARE NOT TITLES #THEY ARE /NAMES/ #weeping 

I should have been with him. Where was I?

wishing you a very happy birthday, my beloved Stephie! :)

stannisbaratheon:

As if ten years in Winterfell could make a Stark. Lord Eddard had raised him among his own children, but Theon had never been one of them. The whole castle, from Lady Stark to the lowliest kitchen scullion, knew he was hostage to his father’s good behavior, and treated him accordingly. Even the bastard Jon Snow had been accorded more honor than he had.  Lord Eddard had tried to play the father from time to time, but to Theon he had always remained the man who’d brought blood and fire to Pyke and taken him from his home. As a boy, he had lived in fear of Stark’s stern face and great dark sword. His wife was, if anything, even more distant and suspicious.

  As for their children, the younger ones had been mewling babes for most of his years at Winterfell. Only Robb and his baseborn half brother Jon Snow had been old enough to be worth his notice. The bastard was a sullen boy, quick to sense a slight, jealous of Theon’s high birth and Robb’s regard for him. For Robb himself, Theon did have a certain affection, as for a younger brother… but it would be best not to mention that. 

I should have been with him. Where was I?

Could it be I’m suffering
Because I’ll never give in?
I’m falling love
Tell me I don’t seem myself good enough for something else
Just don’t say I’m falling in love

and you lean in for your last kiss, who in this world could ask me to resist?