SANSA FEELINGS

arya and bran would be the greatest aunt and uncle ever. arya would teach the little girls and boys how to fight. bran would teach them about the old gods and tales he probably shouldn’t tell kids but does anyways. they would spoil them, constantly seeking them out and kidnapping them from their parents just to spend time with them. 

winterfell would be filled with the sounds of children’s laughter as they raced down corridors, trying to escape bath time as jon and sansa would search for them. auntie arya and uncle bran would hide them if they could. 

finally, when they’re sure they’re hidden away, auntie arya would tell them all about the stupid embarrassing things their parents used to do, while bran regaled them with tales of jon’s heroism and sansa’s intelligence, and how together they saved winterfell and became king and queen of the north. 

and at the end of every day, jon and sansa would find them curled up around each other like little wolf pups in their aunt or uncle’s chambers. and every night, jon would carry them back to their own rooms, kissing their little curly-haired heads with so much love in his heart he’s ready to burst. and sansa would look on fondly as she carries the youngest. 

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The Queen

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There was no escaping nor denying what the heart flutters and the butterflies in their stomachs meant. Every time their eyes met, how Sansa found her recent feelings rather peculiar and how Jon’s lingering gazes seemed curious, every time she entered the hall or opened her mouth to speak. Those lips…

Or how much he clenched his fists and seethed whenever Lord Baelish slithered near or breathed in their presence. The audacity…

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Sansa and her “Stark connection”

Since the fandom is always saying how Sansa is not a Real Stark ™    I wanted to  make a post in which I explain why Sansa, born in the Winter (unlike Arya or Bran or Rickon born in the long Summer), in Winterfell (unlike Jon or Robb born in the south) will always be a Stark ( no Lannister or Baelish or whatever…), no matter who she is forced to marry (to survive I might add..). 

 In AGOT Sansa (before her father died, and when she was meant to marry joffrey) is already very proud of her Stark origins. 

Alyn carried the Stark banner. When she saw him rein in beside Lord Beric to exchange words, it made Sansa feel ever so proud.

While prefering The Seven (like her mother) she does admire the poetry of the old gods. 

Besides, even if she could leave the castle, where would she go? It was enough that she could walk in the yard, pick flowers in Myrcella’s garden, and visit the sept to pray for her father. Sometimes she prayed in the godswood as well, since the Starks kept the old gods.

By the time she reached the godswood, the noises had faded to a faint rattle of steel and a distant shouting. Sansa pulled her cloak tighter. The air was rich with the smells of earth and leaf. Lady would have liked this place, she thought. There was something wild about a godswood; even here, in the heart of the castle at the heart of the city, you could feel the old gods watching with a thousand unseen eyes.

While she is called little bird, or little dove (when people want to undermine her), she is called wolf  too.

Tyrion found himself thinking of his wife. Not Sansa; his first wife, Tysha. The whore wife, not the wolf wife.

“Your Grace has forgotten the Lady Sansa,” said Pycelle.

The queen bristled. “I most certainly have not forgotten that little she-wolf.” She refused to say the girl’s name.

And Sansa herself when she is in put  a hard position takes courage in her Stark origins. Its something that gives her  strength:

Do as you’re told, sweetling, it won’t be so bad. Wolves are supposed to be brave, aren’t they?

“Brave. Sansa took a deep breath. I am a Stark, yes, I can be brave.

"Winterfell?” Robert was small for eight, a stick of a boy with splotchy skin and eyes that were always runny. Under one arm he clutched the threadbare cloth doll he carried everywhere.

Winterfell is the seat of House Stark,” Sansa told her husband-to-be. “The great castle of the north.”

“Do you require guarding?” Marillion said lightly. “I am composing a new song, you should know. A song so sweet and sad it will melt even your frozen heart. ‘The Roadside Rose,’ I mean to call it. About a baseborn girl so beautiful she bewitched every man who laid eyes upon her.

I am a Stark of Winterfell, she longed to tell him. Instead she nodded, and let him escort her down the tower steps and along a bridge. 

 Petyr put his arm around her. “What if it is truth he wants, and justice for his murdered lady?” He smiled. “I know Lord Nestor, sweetling. Do you imagine I’d ever let him harm my daughter?

"I am not your daughter, she thought. I am Sansa Stark, Lord Eddard’s daughter and Lady Catelyn’s, the blood of Winterfell.

"As was bringing me here, when you swore to take me home.”She wondered where this courage had come from, to speak to him so frankly. From Winterfell, she thought. I am stronger within the walls of Winterfell.

I will tell my aunt that I don’t want to marry Robert. Not even the High Septon himself could declare a woman married if she refused to say the vows. She wasn’t a beggar, no matter what her aunt said. She was thirteen, a woman flowered and wed, the heir to Winterfell.

.His seamed and solemn face brought back all of Sansa’s memories of his time at Winterfell. She remembered him at table, speaking quietly with her mother. She heard his voice booming off the walls when he rode back from a hunt with a buck behind his saddle. She could see him in the yard, a practice sword in hand, hammering her father to the ground and turning to defeat Ser Rodrik as well. He will know me. How could he not? She considered throwing herself at his feet to beg for his protection. He never fought for Robb, why should he fight for me?

From the high battlements of the gatehouse, the whole world spread out below them. Sansa could see the Great Sept of Baelor on Visenya’s hill, where her father had died. At the other end of the Street of the Sisters stood the fire-blackened ruins of the Dragonpit. To the west, the swollen red sun was half-hidden behind the Gate of the Gods. The salt sea was at her back, and to the south was the fish market and the docks and the swirling torrent of the Blackwater Rush. And to the north …She turned that way, and saw only the city, streets and alleys and hills and bottoms and more streets and more alleys and the stone of distant walls. Yet she knew that beyond them was open country, farms and fields and forests, and beyond that, north and north and north again, stood Winterfell.

but personally my favorite line about Sansa being always a Stark and belonging North in Winterfell  (Never a Lannister! , no matter who she marries) is this quote by Ned: 

When it was over, he said, “Choose four men and have them take the body north. Bury her at Winterfell.”

“All that way?” Jory said, astonished.

“All that way,” Ned affirmed. “The Lannister woman shall never have this skin.

Sansa whole story (to me) is about her journey retaking her Stark origins which were stolen from her in the worst of way, just like they killed her wolf Lady. But just like Lady remains, Sansa place is and always will be in the north, as a Stark of Winterfell. 

Magical Dragon Queen crosses Narrow Sea to fall in love with Magical Snow Prince? Yawn.

Naive young girl dreams of marrying a prince only to find out that the prince is abusive, has to confront harsh realities of her dreams, must learn to think of herself as a bastard, to then reclaim her identity, ancestral home and fall in love with someone who she once thought of as a bastard but actually embodies the ideals she once dreamed about? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP.

Sansa had always heard, that love was a surer route to the people’s loyalty, than fear. If I am ever Queen, I’ll make them love me.

“Let me tell you something about wolves, child. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths. So if you must hate, Arya, hate those who would truly do us harm. Septa Mordane is a good woman, and Sansa…Sansa is your sister. You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you…and I need both of you, gods help me.”

ARYA II, A Game Of Thrones

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♡ sansa x margaery ♡

‘’Some women like tall men, some like short men, some like hairy men and some like bald men. Gentle men, rough men, ugly men, pretty men, pretty girls.’’

anonymous asked:

wait why do you think sansa is a ravenclaw? i see her more as a hufflepuff but def not a slytherin lmao

i can see that! the thing about sansa is she’s such a complex character and it’s very difficult to fit her into a box. she has aspects from all the houses, but i think ravenclaw encompasses all of them the best.

while in king’s landing (post-ned’s execution when she gets her huge reality check), sansa proves herself to be very adaptable. she knows the best way to ensure her own survival is to make herself invisible. so she is compliant with cersei and joffery’s cruelty of her, wearing the mask of a “stupid little bird” that fools all of them. a twelve-year-old girl outsmarted the entire royal court - that takes some ravenclaw caliber intelligence. all the while, she’s learning to play the game.

sansa is exceedingly clever. she learns to stroke joffrey’s ego to keep him from abusing or killing innocents (ser dontos, the beggar before the riot after myrcella’s farewell) - something not even cersei or tywin could do. and when sansa receives the note from ser dontos to meet her in the godswood, she doesn’t trust him blindly. she struggles with the decision for hours before finally deciding to go, and when she does she brings a knife for protection.

after sansa is taken to the vale by petyr baelish, her ravenclawness blossoms fully. sansa has to, for years pretend to be an entirely different person. to become alayne stone while still remaining sansa stark in her heart - and once again, she fools everyone. she learns an incredible amount under petyr’s tutelage, while still never allowing herself to trust him completely, because sansa is more than smart enough to know that while “lord petyr” may be kind to her, “littlefinger” is not her friend.

sansa displays a great deal of emotional intelligence as well and is extremely talented at reading other people. after all, she spent years living in king’s landing playing dumb, all the while watching all the best players and learning their tricks. but the difference between sansa and the other players of the game is that she uses all she’s learned only for the benefit of others and her own survival. she is not ambitious, she doesn’t want to “have it all” in the way that cersei or margaery tyrell (slytherins) do. sansa just wants to make it out alive, and she never compromises her integrity or value system to do so. you can see it in the way she is constantly comforting and challenging sandor clegane and in the way she cares for sweetrobin when she’s in the eyrie.

sansa has a lot of other ravenclaw traits as well. she is also exceptionally “book smart”, and excelled in all her studies as a child far better than any of her siblings. she can name every westerosi house, sigil and words from memory (which is very impressive) and has an extensive knowledge of history that she references often. she is also artistically gifted, playing several instruments, being able to sing well, write poetry, and is a very skilled seamstress.

you’re right, sansa does possess a lot of hufflepuff qualities. she is very kind, noble, hardworking, patient and just - as all our favorite starks are inclined to be, but i truly believe that she is a ravenclaw at her core because of the way we see her mind work and how she goes about making her decisions. this can be very difficult to see if you haven’t read the asoiaf books, because so, so much of sansa’s character lies beneath the surface at things you cannot see, but can only read in her thoughts.

people constantly mistake sansa’s original naivety and optimism with stupidity. but the thing about sansa is that she doesn’t stay that way. she learns, she grows. she acknowledges her mistakes and then doesn’t make them again. for a girl who has been constantly thrown from one terrible situation to the next with very little control over her own destiny, she has exceptional control over herself.

so, all that and much more (i’m going by memory here) is why i think sansa is a ravenclaw. but like i said before, sansa is a very complex character who is difficult to put into a single box - one of the many reasons i love her so much :’)

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“sansa was a lady at three, always so courteous and eager to please. she loved nothing so well as tales of knightly valor.”

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“When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.