Important Female Characters that have been cut out of Game of Thrones
Arianne Martell: The female heir to Dorne who demands recognition and acknowledgement and refuses to be passed over.
“You will not rob me of my birthright!”
Wylla Manderly: Grandaughter of Wyman Manderly, insults the Freys in front of a hall full of people and refuses to be married off. And she has green hair which is pretty sick.
“He was our king! He was brave and good, and the Freys murdered him. If Lord Stannis will avenge him, we should join Lord Stannis”
Val: Sister of mance Rayder’s wife Dalla (who has also been cut) said to be extremely beautiful yet is fiercely independent and strong.
“I am no southron lady but a woman of the free folk. I know the forest better than all your black cloaked rangers. It holds no ghosts for me.”
Mya Stone: One of Robert Baratheon’s bastards, lives in the vale and is in charge of helping people up to the Eyrie.
“Men come and go. They lie, or die, or leave you. A mountain is not a man, though, and stone is a mountain’s daughter. I trust my father, and I trust my mules. I won’t fall.”
Lady Stoneheart: *spoiler alert or not really because she won’t be in the show* Catelyn Stark resurrected seeking revenge on the Frey’s and leading the Brotherhood without banners (there’s your revenge plot D&D)
“She don’t speak. You bloody bastards cut her throat too deep for that. But she remembers.”
Asha Greyjoy: not to be confused with whoever “Yara” Greyjoy is, Asha does not believe in flippantly calling people “cunts” and is not scared of dogs.
“My mother raised me to be bold”
Alysane Mormont: Fights with Stannis’ army and guards Asha when she is captured (oops not really spoilers again) and don’t tell me that they don’t become best friends because they do.
“Mormont women are skinchangers. We turn into bears and find mates in the woods.”
Barbrey Dustin: The widow of Lord Dustin, hates the Starks because she blames Ned for the death of her husband. She is cunning, intelligent and one of Roose Bolton’s biggest supporters in Winterfell (but you know in the show no northern lords are in Winterfell because logic)
”The bride weeps … Dressing her in grey and white serves no good if the girl is left to sob. The Freys might not care, but the northmen … they fear the Dreadfort, but they love the Starks.“
All these women are unique, different and complicated, even though some of them do not fit into d&d’s “strong women” or “sexually empowered” archetypes they are important and interesting parts of the story. All of these amazing characters were axed in favor of a storyline depicting a violent rape and that is truly unforgivable and disgusting.
No matter how confident I am in myself, I’m not gonna lie. Sometimes its hard not being society’s “beautiful black girl.” By that I mean light skin, with long curly 3c hair, facial features of European but with body that cannot deny its African roots. I hate each time I am interested in someone, that my mind always crosses the thought if they ‘date black girls.’ Only to find out they don’t and be condemned with stereotypes that I see merely as the characteristics of a strong woman.
But today, I celebrate my nappy hair, anti-aging brown skin, fat nose, full lips and other features that my people are made shamed of.
I have fallen in love with all that I am, again.
I was foolishness to ever think my black wasn’t beautiful.
Even as light skinned as I am, going to a basically all white school made me feel like an outsider. I don’t even know how many times I cried over my hair when I was younger, never feeling beautiful until I took the hours to straighten it.
I’m a black/puerto rican/white mix
I’ve always felt like an outsider because of this; I’m the sort of middle ground that leaves me to be accepted by neither. But that’s okay, because maybe I’m not white enough, or black enough, or hispanic enough, but I’m all woman, and I am beautiful.
Sometimes it’s easy to forget this, but today is the day for all women to realize that they are all amazingly strong goddesses.
(P.s: I’m cuter in person)
Little late for #BlackOutDay, but whatever.
I’m a former self-hating black girl. I was surrounded by people that wanted me to be a certain way. I truly believed there was something wrong with being black. I straightened my hair every day because my “hair didn’t look good without it”. I got picked on because of my big butt. I was always told I couldn’t like certain things because of my skin color, so I grew ashamed.
I LOVE ME. I stopped relaxing my hair. I stopped conforming to European standards of beauty. I wear what I want, I listen to what I want, I am who I want to be- a strong black woman who is beyond proud of her heritage.
It’s easy to fall into the trap of self hatred. Never be ashamed. There is nothing wrong with you. Wear your beautiful black skin with pride. There is nothing more liberating.
They sit there and talk about us, yet they risk skin cancer tanning and spend tons of money pumping shit into their lips, thighs, and ass TO LOOK LIKE US.
Summary: I love being black. No one can take that away.
I know the LGBTQ+ community are in mourning right now and I just want to say that in the 2 hours I’ve been awake so far today I’ve had to delete someone from my facebook and received anonymous hate on here which I’m not even going to dignify with a response.
I am a lesbian, I am engaged to the love of my life - a woman, an amazingly strong beautiful woman. I should not be made to feel shame for who I love, no one can help who they fall in love with. You can’t just stop being gay. It’s part of who you are, a huge part of who you are.
I love every good person on this planet. I don’t care about your religion unless you try to force it on me. I love people who are white, black, straight, gay. I love good people. I don’t love the people who spread hate and fear through this community or any other community.
I want anyone who has a problem with my sexuality to please unfollow me. I don’t want anonymous hate. All I am doing is expressing my love. And for me at least love wins over hate and always will.
Just wanted to take a moment to say how proud I am of Da'Vonne
As a young black woman, watching Day has been such a gift. She has faced a lot of adversity due to her color and her gender, but she didn’t let that stop her. She is a strong, beautiful, black queen and an amazing mother; Da'vonne Rogers is hands down one of the most iconic Big Brother players of all time, and despite this season not turning out how we all hoped, I enjoyed every single second that she graced my screen with her extraordinary presence.
Me before watching Lemonade: I don’t know if I can succeed, I just feel so inadequate and little :/ Me after watching Lemonade: I AM A BEAUTIFUL STRONG BLACK WOMAN GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY AND WATCH ME MAKE THIS MONEY BITCH
The more I age the more I struggle with my confidence. I recall feeling beautiful and happy without any doubts about it when I was younger. I had more support, love, and reassurance than a little black girl could ever need. Then all of a sudden it was as if that strong sense of security in my own skin vanished.
I don’t recall an exact time or experience that triggered me to feel this way. I’m guessing it developed overtime with the life experiences and pressures that come with growing up in the real world. But to say the least, I hate feeling as though my confidence was taken from me. I hate feeling like as a black woman I am not supposed to feel beautiful unless my hair is flat ironed or my ass is big enough. I say my confidence was taken from me because no matter how hard I try to embrace my black beauty, I (if not experiencing it) witness black women being shot down for what God blessed them with. I just want to live in a world where people appreciate our features (and if you don’t keep that opinion to yourself because it is simply that…an opinion, not a standard by which one should live her life). I want to live amongst people who understand that these features come as a package the way God intended them to rather than in bits and pieces that can be bought. I am tired of working towards a tiny torso with abs while trying to maintain a butt because that is just not natural. I want to wear shorts without worrying about coming across provocative just because I was born with big thighs. And most of all I want to feel confident in how I look and feel regardless of the hairstyle I’m wearing.
My confidence has not died but I often question it. Maybe my confidence will come back to life once I am in a relationship (never been in one before) knowing that person is attracted to me. But I would prefer to rebuild my confidence on my own terms by being comfortable in my on skin.
I love me and I have learned to love me and I have been like this my whole life and I embrace me and I love how I look.
I love that I am a full woman and I am strong and I am powerful and I am beautiful at the same time and there is nothing wrong with that. It is so important to look at the positives and if I get caught up in all the negatives, it could really bring you down and I don’t have time to be brought down.
I have too many things to do.
I mean, I have Grand Slams to win and people to inspire and that is what I am here to do.
As a young black woman who supports interracial relationships, I am ecstatic to see a strong black female TV character who isn’t the mistress, with an equally strong white male lead. I am so happy that the show runners did not do the typical thing and put Michonne or Rick with other people simply because they were of the same race. Because lets face it in the Zombie Apocalypse who is really going to say “I can’t date him/her because he/she is not the same race as me?” The beauty of the character dynamics of The Walking Dead is that people from various financial, racial and sexual backgrounds that may have never met can find one another and form a rock solid bond that creates a family. The fact that they have the balls to make Richonne canon proves that. we really need to see more couples like this on tv. #Imjustsaying #RichonneDay