Oh my lady! You and all the loyal members of #TeamCatelyn honor me with your support and kind words! Thank you!
Catelyn Stark: “If you lose, your father dies, your sisters die, we die.”
Robb Stark: “Well, that makes it simple then.”
Catelyn Stark: “I suppose it does.”Catelyn Stark, from HBO’s Game of Thrones, The Pointy End (Ep. 8)
Catelyn Stark
“I gave Brandon my favor to wear, and never comforted Petyr once after he was wounded, nor bid him farewell when Father sent him off. And when Brandon was murdered and Father told me I must wed his brother, I did so gladly, though I never saw Ned’s face until our wedding day. I gave my maidenhood to this solemn stranger and sent him off to his war and his king and the woman who bore him his bastard, because I always did my duty.”
“If I could wish the Kingslayer back in chains I would. You freed him without my knowledge or consent … but what you did, I know you did for love. For Arya and Sansa, and out of grief for Bran and Rickon. Love’s not always wise, I’ve learned. It can lead us to great folly, but we follow our hearts … wherever they take us. Don’t we, Mother?”
Only a cat of a different coat,
That’s all the truth I know.
bitter longings: a catelyn stark fanmix (x)GIRL FROM THE NORTH COUNTRY — BOB DYLAN
please see if her hair hangs long // if it rolls and flows all down her breast // please see for me if her hair is hanging long // that’s the way i remember her best
LIGHTNING ROD — JENNY OWEN YOUNGS
i’ve been here so long // i’m starting to rot. // and you’re taking my fear // selling it in jars.
LULLABY — SIA
send a hope upon a wave // a dying wish before the grave // for all the souls you failed to save
IDYLLS OF THE KINGS — THE MOUNTAIN GOATS
how long will we ride this way about? // how long til someone caves under the pressure? // my dreams are haunted by armies, armies of ghosts // faces too blurry to make out
MY MEDEA — VIENNA TENG
for i must die for what i’ve done // a twist of fate a desert sun // for i see what i destroy // sweet reflection knife into me
NOW MY FEET WON’T TOUCH THE GROUND — COLDPLAY
now my feet won’t touch the ground // now my head won’t stop // you wait a lifetime to be found // now my feet won’t touch the ground
BROKEDOWN PALACE — GRATEFUL DEAD
going home, going home // by the waterside i will rest my bones // listen to the river sing sweet songs
bitter longings: b-side (x)TOO LEGIT TO QUIT — MC HAMMER // BULLETPROOF — LA ROUX // STRONGER — BRITNEY SPEARS // JUST A GIRL — NO DOUBT // DANGER ZONE — KENNY LOGGINS // NEVER BEEN TO ME — CHARLENE
When he turned to Catelyn, his voice softened. “If I could wish the Kingslayer back in chains I would. You freed him without my knowledge or consent … but what you did, I know you did for love. For Arya and Sansa, and out of grief for Bran and Rickon. Love’s not always wise, I’ve learned. It can lead us to great folly, but we follow our hearts … wherever they take us. Don’t we, Mother ?”
Digital painting of a custom\fictional Stark Banner man.
What the Future Holds - Catelyn x Brandon
(For anonymous using this prompt - okay, so it’s not super Catelyn x Brandon, since this mostly focuses on Catelyn, but it took a life of its own. It’s not lying if the fanfic took the wheel. And really I just had a lot of Tully feels.)
W H A T T H E F U T U R E H O L D S
“I heard that he’s very handsome, Catelyn; you’re so lucky,” Lysa gushed as she helped Catelyn braid her hair.
Catelyn frowned at her reflection and her equally difficult hair. She’d been trying to braid it for what felt like forever, but she’d only managed to get it in knots and become frustrated. Her hands were shaky and her mind distracted, neither of which helped when it came to braiding. Lysa had come in and taken over, deftly weaving Catelyn’s Tully red hair into a beautiful braid.
“You’ll love him, truly, and be Lady of Winterfell and have lots of children.”
“I suppose.”
Lysa stopped braiding her hair and sat down in front of her big sister, a confused look on her face. “You suppose?” she repeated in her most incredulous voice. Catelyn merely shrugged her shoulders, a decidedly un-lady-like action that she only did when no one else but her sister or Edmure were around, not even in front of her father. “You’re going to marry Brandon Stark, the heir to Winterfell and the title of Warden of the North. He’s handsome and charming and talented with the sword and riding. What else could you want?”
“What if I don’t love him? What if he doesn’t love me?”
“He’ll love you! He has to. You’re Catelyn Tully of Riverrun and you will be a beautiful lady and bear him handsome sons and lovely daughters. He could not hope for a better match.”
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