merrily said: Belle or Sansa? :>
Sansa Stark meme: 4/10 scenes
By then the crowd was howling with laughter… all but the king. Joffrey had a look in his eyes that Sansa remembered well, the same look he’d had at the Great Sept of Baelor the day he pronounced death on Lord Eddard Stark. Finally, Ser Dontos the Red gave it up for a bad job, sat down in the dirt, and removed his plumed helm.
"I lose," he shouted. “Fetch me some wine."
The king stood. “A cask from the cellars! I’ll see him drowned in it.”
Fantastic symbolism as always from bubug! I spot Littlefinger, Lysa, Sweetrobin, Sandor, Tyrion, and Harry Hardyng… anyone see anything else?
I don’t know if her earrings are supposed to represent the Gates of the Moon, aka the Royces…
You know as a website populated with people who treat making phone calls like one of the labors of Hercules, you’d think there’d be more appreciation for the sheer strength of character and courage it takes Sansa to spend her days interacting with people who could literally kill her for the slightest misstep.
friendly reminder sandor boards a ship named prayer the night of blackwater after sansa prays for him (◕ ‿ ◕✿)
#he is no true night but he saved me all the same #she told the mother #save him if you can #and gentle the rage inside him #davos recognized the dogs-head helm of the hound #a white cloak streamed from his shoulders #as he rode his horse up the plank onto the deck of prayer #literally the chapter RIGHT AFTER SANSA’S #technically not a bad friendly reminder #but just proves the connection they have
Every once and awhile I’ll read an excerpt like this and it hits me all over again how astonishing it is that such a wounded man still retained within him a small spark of goodness and honor. And that it was a young girl who believed in that sort of goodness who was brave enough to question his nihilistic outlook and tap into something within him that he might not have even realized was there.
It’s secondary, really, that I’m an endgame shipper of these two. What makes it truly extraordinary is the ages-old tale of how powerful it can be to find someone who is accepting of you, who can see the humanity in you and who cares about you, despite any outward appearances. It reminds me how important it is to treat people with kindness. I think that’s the greatest gift we can bestow on our fellow human beings.
When he says “Die, maybe” my heart convulses. He always says things like that, things that could be taken as so hard-hearted, but are really utterly depressing because they show how paper-thin his mental/emotional armor really is.
He’s saying “I’m going to kill people tomorrow. There’s a good chance I could die tomorrow.” and I believe that he means his nonchalance about both of them, and that he has come to believe that people are there for the strong to play with. This worldview is very ingrained, and it’s gradually developed over many years to protect his psyche against the discrepancies between his childhood idealism and the realities of his adulthood.
But it’s interesting that it’s such a fragile world view that he feels threatened by a devout, kind, distressed girl just… existing. He feels the need to force his nihilistic worldview on her because as long as this girl really believes things should be like they are in the songs, there is a chance he is wrong, and his way of life is reprehensible, and has been reprehensible for years. He does all he can to show his resentment.
Even through this terrible conversation, (and really, all of their terrible conversations) you can see that he is the vulnerable one. Sansa is just largely confused about his refusal to verbally be nice and play along with his role in the story. His role: a protector, which, lovely enough, is what he actually does for both her and Arya, despite his words. Sansa’s estimation of him and role for him (a human not-quite-knightly protector who would never let her come to harm if he could prevent it) is closer to the truth than his role for himself (a mindless dog that preys on the weak)
So he is the one at risk in these conversations, his very identity is at risk, and everything he says is so goddamn vulnerable I could die. He is the one saying “I’m maybe going to die tomorrow" to Sansa, nonchalantly like he doesn’t care at all.
But I’m sorry. You don’t say “I’m maybe going to die tomorrow” to another person without a part of you hoping they will respond, “I hope that you come back alive.”
He wants her hopefulness gone so it won’t threaten his identity, but he needs her to hope for him more. And he never knows, but she does have enough empathy in her enormous loving heart to pray for him. She’s the only one in the whole world who hopes for him, who has sympathy for him, who wonders about what his fate is afterward. No wonder he came back to her like a homing beacon through the fires of battle.
You’re goddamn right she did.
“Tell me, little bird, what kind of god makes a monster like the Imp, or a halfwit like Lady Tanda’s daughter? If there are gods, they made sheep so wolves could eat mutton, and they made the weak for the strong to play with.”
“True knights protect the weak.”
He snorted. “There are no true knights, no more than there are gods. If you can’t protect yourself, die and get out of the way of those who can. Sharp steel and strong arms rule this world, don’t ever believe any different.”
Sansa backed away from him. “You’re awful.”
“I’m honest. It’s the world that’s awful. Now fly away, little bird, I’m sick of you peeping at me.”
Game of Thrones || 02x06 || 03x09
He saw Sansa crying herself to sleep at night, and he saw Arya watching in silence and holding her secrets hard in her heart. There were shadows all around them. One shadow was as dark as ash, with the terrible face of a hound. ~Bran, aGoT~