I just realized I can make myself cry at will by...

[Ser Edmure Tully]

Anytime a Stark says something along the lines of "We'll be together soon" "Father/Mother/Robb will come back soon" etc are danger moments for me.

The Red Wedding, both the books and the show did me. When Show!Robb gets stabbed by Roose he looks alot younger than Richard Madden is, and completely and utterly forlorn of hope. Kills me. That's the vibe I got in the books as well.

Somehow I think Robb's last thoughts were of his ultimate failure to bring justice for his father's murder, failing not only himself but his brothers, mother, sisters and all the rest of the North who loved Eddard Stark.

Robb may have fucked up, but this idea makes me so sorry, it just gets me every time.

[Jon's Queen Consort]

Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile. He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.

the bolded part is what happens everytime

[The Bastard of Summer]

When Tywin had Ice melted down and reforged into Oathkeeper and Widow's Wail...... :frown5: :bawl: :crying: How could he do such a thing to such a beautiful sword! That bastard deserves to burn in 7 hells!!!

[Bartimus Stone]

Davos out on the rock after the battle of blackwater was pretty depressing

[-Ghost-]

This part always gets me.

“Harwin!” Squirming, she threw herself forward, trying to wrench free of Lem’s iron grip. “It’s me,” she shouted, “Harwin, it’s me, don’t you know me, don’t you?” The tears came, and she found herself weeping like a baby, just like some stupid little girl. “Harwin, it’s me!” Harwin’s eyes went from her face to the flayed man on her doublet. “How do you know me?” he said, frowning suspiciously. “The flayed man . . . who are you, some serving boy to Lord Leech?” For a moment she did not know how to answer. She’d had so many names. Had she only dreamed Arya Stark? “I’m a girl,” she sniffed. “I was Lord Bolton’s cupbearer but he was going to leave me for the goat, so I ran off with Gendry and Hot Pie. You have to know me! You used to lead my pony, when I was little.” His eyes went wide, “Gods be good,” he said in a choked voice. “Arya Underfoot? Lem, let go of her.” “She broke my nose.” Lem dumped her unceremoniously to the floor. “Who in seven hells is she supposed to be?” “The Hand’s daughter.” Harwin went to one knee before her. “Arya Stark, of Winterfell.”

[Tommen]

"Now it begins."...."No, now it ends."

[Breaking Stannis]

(I finished A Storm of Swords in one sitting by the way.)

Many times my eyes became watery while i read A Song of Ice and Fire. But only time it made me cry was this:

The Hound watched her saddle Craven through eyes bright with fever. Not once did he attempt to rise and stop her. But when she mounted, he said, "A real wolf would finish a wounded animal."

Maybe some real wolves will find you, Arya thought. Maybe they'll smell you when the sun goes down. Then he would learn what wolves did to dogs. "You shouldn't have hit me with an axe," she said. "You should have saved my mother." She turned her horse and rode away from him, and never looked back once.

After this i straight up started sobbing. And what Catelyn did to Merrett Frey, it felt like justice.

That one was the only timed i cried for something i read in fiction.This is why A Song of Ice and Fire is the best fiction that has ever been written.

[Mark Antony]

This part always gets me.

"Harwin!" Squirming, she threw herself forward, trying to wrench free of Lem's iron grip. "It's me," she shouted, "Harwin, it's me, don't you know me, don't you?" The tears came, and she found herself weeping like a baby, just like some stupid little girl. "Harwin, it's me!" Harwin's eyes went from her face to the flayed man on her doublet. "How do you know me?" he said, frowning suspiciously. "The flayed man . . . who are you, some serving boy to Lord Leech?" For a moment she did not know how to answer. She'd had so many names. Had she only dreamed Arya Stark? "I'm a girl," she sniffed. "I was Lord Bolton's cupbearer but he was going to leave me for the goat, so I ran off with Gendry and Hot Pie. You have to know me! You used to lead my pony, when I was little." His eyes went wide, "Gods be good," he said in a choked voice. "Arya Underfoot? Lem, let go of her." "She broke my nose." Lem dumped her unceremoniously to the floor. "Who in seven hells is she supposed to be?" "The Hand's daughter." Harwin went to one knee before her. "Arya Stark, of Winterfell."

:crying: :crying:

[Nerolunar]

Septon Meribald.

[daario's man]

This part always gets me.

"Harwin!" Squirming, she threw herself forward, trying to wrench free of Lem's iron grip. "It's me," she shouted, "Harwin, it's me, don't you know me, don't you?" The tears came, and she found herself weeping like a baby, just like some stupid little girl. "Harwin, it's me!" Harwin's eyes went from her face to the flayed man on her doublet. "How do you know me?" he said, frowning suspiciously. "The flayed man . . . who are you, some serving boy to Lord Leech?" For a moment she did not know how to answer. She'd had so many names. Had she only dreamed Arya Stark? "I'm a girl," she sniffed. "I was Lord Bolton's cupbearer but he was going to leave me for the goat, so I ran off with Gendry and Hot Pie. You have to know me! You used to lead my pony, when I was little." His eyes went wide, "Gods be good," he said in a choked voice. "Arya Underfoot? Lem, let go of her." "She broke my nose." Lem dumped her unceremoniously to the floor. "Who in seven hells is she supposed to be?" "The Hand's daughter." Harwin went to one knee before her. "Arya Stark, of Winterfell."

For one cruel second I almost thought things were going to start going right for Arya.

On my second read through I got oddly emotional at the PW, I obviously hate the little shit and his mother, but the fear that they are both feeling followed by Cersei's anguish was so well written I felt bad for them.

When it becomes obvious that Bran loves Meera, not that it won't happen with her as I think she's too old for him but it probably won't happen with anyone.