no wonder the bastard boy followed the wolf they were not so different in these times

GoT S07E01 Thoughts

I don’t know if this will be a regular occurrence, but for the first episode, I’m going to be laying out my thoughts about the premiere in what will probably be a lengthy post that’s half gibberish and half maybe something substantial. Undoubtedly, not eloquent. These are just thoughts and nothing more that I’ve jotted down while watching and am now about to elaborate on. 

Let’s begin with what has to be one of the most epic intros in Game of Thrones ever. No, I don’t want to hear your counter. You will not sway me on this. I don’t care, mate, because this scene was bloody awesome. The minute Filch Walder Frey’s face popped up, I knew it was Arya and I knew shit was about to go down. Now nobler humans might be like ‘Oh, Arya is going down a dark path; this is bad’ but her gathering all of the Freys in one room was poetic justice. What they did at the Red Wedding warranted retaliation and this has been a long time coming. 

It was beautiful the way it happened too – a dark sadistic glee washed over you as you watch a room full of men choke on their drinks as Arya stands there telling them they should’ve killed all the Starks, and “leave one wolf alive and the sheep are never safe.” 

Look, people really hated that line prior to the premiere, but in context, it was wonderful, it was justified, it was so unbelievably satisfying. Then when Arya goes, “tell them the North remembers; tell them Winter came for House Frey”, you bet I got goosebumps. Like I’ve said time and time again, ‘Winter is Coming’ is not just a warning, but it’s a battle cry for the Starks. This is their season. When the world dies, the lands become barren and the knights of Summer struggle to survive, the North prevails, and the Starks are at the helm of this changing tide. It’s their time now, and beginning it with Arya avenging the loss of her family is a truly poignant way to set the tone for the rest of the season. Yes, we’ll see Cersei and Dany duking it out, but at the end of the day, this is about the Starks. 

The next thing I jotted down was ‘zombie giants’, which is just to say that: holy shit, there are zombie giants! Seeing the sheer number of White Walkers, it makes you realise how utterly inconsequential Cersei and Dany’s fight for the Iron Throne is. There won’t be a kingdom to govern when those icy bastards get past the Wall, and believe you me, they will eventually. No matter what anyone says, that Wall is coming down probably at the end of this season. 

Seeing Dolorous Edd as Lord Commander gave me goosebumps as well. I adore him; I love him, and I swear to god if he dies, I will kick someone’s ass, so he’s probably going to die. But him meeting Bran and Meera made my heart race. They are so close to Winterfell and we’re so close to another Stark reunion. Also, hey Bran, I know the world is ending but cheer up, pal. 

Now we get to the highly talked about scene with Jon and the Northern houses. First of all, I felt so euphoric when Jon told the North that they would need every man and woman, boy and girl fighting in this battle. Even more so when Lyanna spoke up and basically told the men in the room to shut up about it. Her “I don’t need your permission to defend the North!” speech was seriously my top five favourite moments of the episode. The look of pride on Brienne’s face as well. I wonder, however, if this means Sansa might learn how to fight? I don’t see it. She’s a diplomat, a politician, but she should know some self-defence. Jon should teach her. Late at night. Alone. Some flirty teaching…. I’m getting sidetracked. 

Speaking of Jon and Sansa though, can I just say to that redditor who apparently saw the first episode: ‘Hey buddy, you were wrong! And if you interpreted that scene as Jon putting Sansa in her place then you really are a sexist creep.’ Because while yes, Sansa does argue with Jon in public and Jon does tell her his word is final, he in no way puts her in her place. And there is no moment where the other Houses laugh at her. In fact, going by the murmurs of agreement, quite a large amount of lords and ladies wanted Jon to give Umber and Karstark lands to the houses who didn’t fight for Ramsay. 

I also want to clarify something here before anti’s get all up in arms about this scene (not that I think any of them follow me or stalk my blog but if you do: hi, how are ya?). While I do agree with Jon’s decision, in the end, I also understand Sansa’s opinion on the matter. If I had gone through what she had under the ministrations of Ramsay and knew that these Houses who have sworn up and down in the past to fight for the Starks sided with him, I’d be furious. There wouldn’t be a damn thing anyone could say to me to get me to forgive their indifference and compliance in the trauma I went through. Sansa has every right to want to strip the Umbers and Karstarks of their land. I can even understand being angry with Jon for not understanding this, but here’s the thing, she wasn’t.

Immediately after this extremely public argument, it cuts to a scene of Jon and Sansa talking about it. They didn’t fight, let the emotions fester and build up resentment. No, Jon and Sansa talked it out. He told her not to undermine him in public and she told him a king needed to be questioned lest he ends up like Joffrey. Then when he asks her if she thinks he’s like Joffrey, her eyes lose that fight and there’s fondness in it, as she tells him firmly that he is the furthest man from Joffrey she had ever known. Although they’re arguing and disagreeing on important political decisions, there’s fondness and trust and respect in the way they talk to each other. 

What I find interesting is that after Jon and Sansa’s scene, they cut straight away to Jaime and Cersei. Two pair of (sort of) siblings and yet two vastly different relationships. The placement of these two scenes is no coincidence. The two relationships act as literary foils for one another. Both are fighting and arguing, but in contrast, Jaime and Cersei are clearly on very different paths from one another. There’s wariness, disbelief, and disappointment in the way Jaime looks at Cersei; and she is so consumed with her grief, anger, power, she can’t see that he is questioning her very right to be on the throne. They are shot as two opposing figures circling each other with lots of space in between them. On the other hand, Jon and Sansa were shot close together, always within inches from another, with dimmer lighting, and more physicality (ie. Sansa touching his arm to assure him and let him know she may argue but she is on his side). 

Don’t dismiss the sequence of these scenes. Nothing in this show is a coincidence. 

Moving on, I love Sam and I am so excited to see him again, but dear lord, that was the most disgusting series of shots ever. I felt physically ill. Please never again. But I wonder if he discovers the dragon glass at Dragonstone this early in the season, what else will he uncover in the Citadel? There’s definitely more in store for Sam’s storyline and I wonder if it might be something to do with R+L=J. People have theorised about Sam confirming it somehow. We’ll see, I guess.

Nothing really of substance to say about the Brienne, Podrick and Tormund scene, but it made me laugh out loud. Tormund is the physical embodiment of the heart eyes emoji. And his “you’re a lucky man” to Podrick when he gets knocked down by Brienne was such great comedic timing and brilliantly hilarious. 

I wish I could play this next scene on a loop. Sansa telling Littlefinger off has to be the greatest ‘screw you’ to all the people clambering for StarkBowl just because they don’t like Sansa. I love when she says to him, and I’m paraphrasing here, “you don’t have to get the last word. I’m sure it’s probably something clever” and just dismisses him like he’s nothing, which he is. It was so queenly, so regal and so cutting. It was exactly like Sansa. She may not have a sword, but her tongue is sharp enough to wound. 

The biggest surprise of the episode was seeing bloody Ed Sheeran. When we heard the singing, I said that whoever that was had a great voice, and low and behold, it’s bloody Ed. I knew there was a huge musical guest star but this totally surprised me. I love this scene though. Arya’s always been on a very rigid path for vengeance. Those who serve the Lannisters are in the wrong and there’s no grey area about it, but you can see her sitting there listening to these men caught in someone else’s war longing to be home with their fathers, wives, daughters, etc. and realise that they are victims of this war just like everyone else. I wonder how that’ll change (if it does at all) Arya’s journey towards vengeance because truth be told, I am worried about her this season. Next on her list is Cersei, but we all know Cersei will either die by the hand of Jaime or by Tyrion (probably Jaime), so where will that leave Arya? Will she give up her quest and head home to Winterfell? Or will she die trying? 

You know what? I do like the Hound. I like his redemption arc. And although I don’t believe it makes up for all the bad shit he did prior to it, I am intrigued to see where he goes from here. Also, this line is hilarious: “it’s my luck I’d end up with a band of fire lovers.” 

Now, what I’m about to say people might nitpick with me being an anti-Dany person, but honestly, I’m not. I just thought the whole Dragonstone sequence was incredibly boring. It was exciting the first thirty seconds, but it dragged on for so long. Then when she stands at the table and says, “shall we begin?” it was just so anticlimactic. It was the dullest part of the episode and I’m hoping it gets more interesting for her soon. Actually, no doubt it will be considering this is her make or break moment, but let’s be honest, that sequence was way too long. 

Anyway, I’m done. Those are my thoughts. Let me know what you guys think!

Gendry Part 2

Gendry part 2?? Omg it was amazing!! Xxx

Hi! Can I request a gendry x reader? I really love the scene of arya (“I can be your family”) and gendry (“You wouldn’t be my family, you would be my lady”), that scene really sticks to me, anyway, I was wondering if you could remake the scene with the reader instead of aria and gendry is touched and happy because he has feelings for her and he confesses and will do anything to protect her, it’s up to you how you wanna go from this and I’m sorry it’s long and if it doesn’t make sense to you, also, can it be gendry POV? Thank you! Have a lovely day! :)

Part 1

AN: Different than show/books

You and the group of men were getting closer and closer to the wall. According to the man in charge you would be arriving within the night. You could tell Arya was getting anxious. You placed a hand on her shoulder. “Arry, stop bouncing. The men will think you have something wrong going on,” you joked.

“Sorry. I’m just ready to see Jon and go home,” she whispered to you.

“I know. I am too.”

“What’s the plan for when we get in Castle Black,” Gendry asked from your side.

“We find Jon, talk with him and the Commander, and get back to Winterfell,” you told him. “Winter is trailing behind us so once we get to the castle I’ll call her and she can come in with us. I’m sure she’ll love to be with Ghost again.” You three made yourself comfortable at the end of the procession. The day continued and turned into night with you three still in the back, keeping to yourselves and talking about anything that came to mind. With the sun just having gone completely down Castle Black loomed ahead of you and you and Arya couldn’t help but smile.

The large doors opened and the everyone you were with piled into the corridor. You and Arya were glancing around looking for the familiar black curls. The first thing that caught your eye was the snow white fur of a giant wolf. “Arya,” you slapped her shoulder to get her attention. Her and Gendry followed your gaze to Ghost. Coming out of the shadows behind him was your brother. You smiled, grabbed Arya’s hand, and lead her and Gendry towards Jon. You got the three of you to Jon’s side and placed a hand on his shoulder. He stepped away from the unsuspected touched and looked up at your face.

“Jon, it’s me. It’s Y/N!” You were so happy you could almost cry.

“Y/N! Arya?!” He spoke happily. You pulled him back into the closest room you saw while the Commander spoke to the new men. “You guys are ok,” he pulled you two into a large hug as soon as you were all in a private room. “Did you come with them,” he referenced the outlaws and others who had just arrived with you.

You nodded and Arya spoke, “The man in charge cut our hair and disguised us. He got us out of the city just as they started looking for us. They killed Father,” Arya’s eyes pricked with tears.

“I know, little one, I know,” Jon hugged her again. “Where’s Winter?”

“Outside the castle waiting to be let in.”

“After everyone dispurses outside I’ll get my Commander and he can help get you two home safe.” He finally realized Gendry was in the room. “Who are you?”

“Gendry,” he reached out a hand.

“He looked over Y/N and I this whole time,” Arya spoke up.

Jon took Gendry’s hand. “Thank you for looking after my sisters. I am forever grateful.” The sound of the men outside cleared slowly.

“They’re breaking up. You three go get Winter. Ghost, go with them,” he commanded the direwolf. “I’ll get the Commander and bring him back here as soon as I can. Until then, once you get Winter, stay inside this room. Understand?” You three nodded and walked out with Jon. You three went back to the front gate and slipped out.

“Winter,” you called. You saw the brown streaked white fur in the shadows. “Come on girl,” you called. She slowly stepped out of the shadows with a friend next to here. A white and grey wolf just a little smaller than she.

“Nymeria,” Arya ran to the wolf, “I’m so happy to see you,” she buried her head into the wolf’s fur.

“We better be getting back inside,” Gendry spoke up. You let Arya step in first and take the wolves back into the little room you had just left with Jon.

About 30 minutes later Jon came back with the Lord Commander. “Lady Stark, Lady Stark,” he addressed you. “Gendry, correct?”

“That’s correct sir.”

“Jon got me up to speed about what’s happened. I’m sorry to hear about your father m’ladies. I’d very much like to get you two home safe. Tomorrow morning we will get horses and resources for your travel back to Winterfell. Jon, and two men that he choose will be accompanying you back to your home.

“Thank you so very much Lord Commander,” you sincerely thanked him. He turned his attention towards Gendry, “Will you be staying here boy?”

You shot your eyes towards him waiting for his final answer. “No, Lord Commander. I wish to go back with Lady Y/N and Lady Arya. I protected them this far and I wish to continue that at Winterfell.”

“As you wish,” the Lord Commander nodded. “You three get some rest tonight. Jon’s brought you some food to eat.” And with that he left.

Jon turned to give you food and looked in the corner where Ghost had wondered off. “Is that…is that Nymeria? I thought it was just Winter.”

“It was,” Arya smiled, “she came back to me and was waiting with Winter when we got her.”

“Good, you’ll need all the protection you can get from those Lannister bastards,” Jon cursed. “Eat up and get some rest. I can’t stay with you tonight but I’ll be here first thing in the morning.” Jon walked over and embraced you and Arya in a final hug for the night. He placed a kiss on your foreheads. “Goodnight. Goodnight, Gendry.”

After filling your stomachs Arya walked over to the wolve’s in the corner and curled up with them, quickly drifting to sleep.

“I can be your family, you know. We can,” you motioned to Arya.

“You wouldn’t be my family, you’d be m’lady,” he corrected you.

“I could be your Lady because of blood. Or, I could be your Lady in marriage.” Your bold statement caught him off guard. “You know how I feel about you, Gendry. Why do you seem so surprised?”

“I just…I guess the idea seemed surreal. But, I would gladly take your hand. But, I’d have to ask the King of the North for permission.”

“Of course. And, since you have no house of your own, would you consider taking that Stark name?”

“What name could be better than Stark, m’lady,” he jokingly added. He wrapped an arm over your shoulder and you snuggled into the crook of his neck. “Now, get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow.”

“As you wish,” a smile played on your lips as you comfortably drifted off to sleep in Gendry’s arms.

anonymous asked:

hey i saw you were doing prompts and was wondering if maybe you could do one where sansa arrives at the wall before jon is resurrected and she is there to see him come back, and they become even more strongly bonded because she thought she had lost him too but he came back to her

I hope this will do, sweet Anon! Beware of angst, but at least this one has a happy ending! :D Thank you so much for all the likes, reblogs, messages, and follows.

They take her to the room where they’ve placed his body.

Brienne is at her heels, hand fixed firmly on the hilt of her sword as the men of the Night’s Watch shoot wary glances in their direction. The keep is frozen and dark, and as inhospitable and dreary as Sansa had always imagined it would be, its spires like black, dried blood against the white of the Wall. Her ancestors had built this place, had formed the order which now lived within it, but there is no sense of connection, no call to some greater past.  There are only worn black stones and frozen, empty air.

Sansa can sense her protector’s worry and concern, the sentiments so palatable that they are nearly suffocating, but all Sansa actually feels is tired. Tired of the cold, of the snow and darkness. Tired of plans gone wrong and of the ever-present specter death that seems to follow her like a shroud. Tired of being alone in the world, of being the last, broken wolf of House Stark. But, as she looks down upon Jon Snow’s lifeless body – so different, yet so familiar—she is mostly tired of living. Tired of everyone moving on and leaving poor, stupid Sansa behind.

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The ground was soft as he rolled onto his stomach. His legs felt light even though they’d ached a minute before. Breath suddenly came to him easily. He looked up once again expecting to see his brother on a horse, riding to his rescue. His view was obstructed by a white fog. The sounds of hooves neared him and he pushed himself off the ground. Two horses broke through the wall of mist. They moved so quickly he couldn’t catch the faces of the riders. Someone took hold of his cloak at the nape of his neck. He let out a cry as he was hoisted on to a large black beast. The large animal turned to lick his cheek and his face broke out in a grin. The soft fur nuzzled his cheek as he buried his face into the wolf’s coat. The wet feeling of a tongue lashed quickly across his cheek. He quickly realized there was more than one wolf. There were four others besides the black one he sat upon. The other three brought back glimpses of a better time, and a family he once had.  

He now turned his attention to the two riders. His eyes were immediately drawn to the older of the two. With a solemn long face, and a direwolf across his chest the man sat proudly upon his grey steed. His grey eyes as deep as he could recall twinkled affectionately, yet somewhat sadly at him.  

“Father!” The boy shouted, “How are you here?”  

“Your time has come and I’ve come to lead you my son.”  

“What about Jon?” He questioned, “I thought he was coming for me.”

“Aye Rickon, he was.” His eyes were pulled away from his father and they quickly latched on to the second man. He looked different than how he remembered, older. His Auburn hair was longer and there was a whisper of a beard growing in. An iron forged crown sat upon his head.

“Robb?” The young Stark stuttered.“Why-why are you here? Why are you both here?”  

The young boys eyes were filled with such hope and wonder at the sight of his dead family. The two men didn’t tell the boy of his fate or where he was going. He was a greenboy, young and still new to the world. Not at all ready to face what’d they’d both endured.  

“Nevermind that.” Eddard Stark spoke softly. “Come with us.”  

The direwolf he sat upon followed Ned and Robb as they began to walk away from the battle. They walked through the fog and Rickon had a view of nothing but the direwolves, his father and brother.

“What about Jon?” He pestered. “We can’t leave him alone.”

“He’s not alone, Sansa’s with him.” Robb spoke, somewhat sadly. Memories of lemoncakes and goodnight songs returned to him and Rickon edged Shaggy closer to his father’s horse.

“Are we going to help them?” The boy continued, looking up to his father, “I don’t want them to lose.”

“This isn’t are fight, Rickon.” His father spoke gravely.

“But then where are we going?”

“We’re going to mother, we’re going home.”  

The three Starks departed from the battle, with the direwolves flanking at their heels. Unbeknownst to any of them, a battle raged on. Another Stark boy fought nobly, while the Stark girl with Tully features waited for an army to join her. And as they left their home, the rest of the wolves returned.  

The lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.

anonymous asked:

Hello there! What do you think about all the theories going on saying that sansa isn't a pure stark anymore and will become like littlefinger. In short, she'll be a villain.

Hi! First of all, so sorry for the late reply, this week has been crazy :)

Well, short (and probably super obvious) answer: I really don’t think they make a lot of sense. The talk about Sansa’s identity and her “Starkness” is an old one in the fandom, probably because, when the story started Sansa was the most eager to travel South and the most enamoured of the whole Southern chivalry (though it’s worth remembering that Bran dreamed of becoming a knight -and a Kingsguard-, and had a not so different idealistic idea about chivalry himself). She also favoured her mother’s Seven. (Another argument I’ve seen about Sansa’s identity losing its touch to the North is the loss of Lady - her direwolf, the living ebodiment of her Stark blood). She was excited about travelling to King’s Landing, she had (unrealistic, false, and sadly soon-to-be broken) dreams about what was in store for her there. Even though, that certainly doesn’t mean she didn’t love her home, her roots, her family, or make her less of a Stark.

But, even if you were to argue that she is “the least Stark” of the Stark children (a notion I disagree with, as I said) at the beginning of her narrative, you would have to disregard her evolution in the following books to hold that idea. If anything, as a hostage to the Lannister in King’s Landing, she gets closer and closer to “home”, in very obvious ways:

I pray for Robb’s victory and Joffrey’s death… and for home. For Winterfell. (Sansa III, ACoK)

Brave. Sansa took a deep breath. I am a Stark, yes, I can be brave. (Sansa III, ASoS)

That was such a sweet dream, Sansa thought drowsily. She had been back in Winterfell, running through the godswood with her Lady. Her father had been there, and her brothers, all of them warm and safe. If only dreaming could make it so… (Sansa IV, ASoS)

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. (Sansa VII, ASoS)

I am a Stark of Winterfell, she longed to tell him. (Sansa VII, ASoS)

Maybe the most obvious and most powerful one is her building a snow Winterfell in the Eyrie:

The snow fell and the castle rose. Two walls ankle-high, the inner taller than the outer. Towers and turrets, keeps and stairs, a round kitchen, a square armory, the stables along the inside of the west wall. It was only a castle when she began, but before very long Sansa knew it was Winterfell. (Sansa VII, ASoS)

Even when she is forced into Alayne, and said that “[she] must be Alayne all the time”, Sansa Stark keeps popping up:

“Ser Sweetrobin,” Lord Robert said, and Alayne knew that she dare not wait for Mya to return. She helped the boy dismount, and hand in hand they walked out onto the bare stone saddle, their cloaks snapping and flapping behind them. All around was empty air and sky, the ground falling away sharply to either side. There was ice underfoot, and broken stones just waiting to turn an ankle, and the wind was howling fiercely. It sounds like a wolf, thought Sansa. A ghostwolf, big as mountains. (Alayne II, AFfC)

(Besides the wolf imagery, which I don’t think it’s accidental on the least; I really like this paragraph because it’s a good example something GRRM likes to do with her POV in AFfC (and probably in TWoW): she starts it as Alayne (”Alayne knew”), but ends up as Sansa (”thought Sansa”). It’s something that happens wuite often in these Alayne chapters, and also in Arya’s chapters in Braavos - Arya and Sansa are always there, they are never gone.)

She had not thought of Jon in ages. He was only her half brother, but still… with Robb and Bran and Rickon dead, Jon Snow was the only brother that remained to her. I am a bastard too now, just like him. Oh, it would be so sweet, to see him once again. (Alayne II, AFfC)

Robb would be his age, if he were still alive, she could not help but think, but Robb died a king, and this is just a boy. (Alayne I, TWoW)

For just a little while, as she ran, she forget who she was, and where, and found herself remembering bright cold days at Winterfell, when she would race through Winterfell with her friend Jeyne Poole, with Arya running after them trying to keep up. (Alayne I, TWoW)

Her family and her home are still really present in her mind.

As for Sansa becoming a Littlefinger-like figure, I also disagree. I mean, don’t get me wrong, Baelish is playing an important role in Sansa’s arc - he’s her mentor the same way the Faceless Men/Kindly Man are to Arya and Bloodraven to Bran. She’s listening, and learning, and I do no understimate her arc in the Vale in the least. But I think it’s important to see that Sansa (like Arya) feels like she has no choice but to be there, since there’s no home to go to:

Littlefinger and Lord Petyr looked so very much alike. She would have fled them both, perhaps, but there was nowhere for her to go. (Sansa I, AFfC)

“You are,” he said, “but the House of Black and White is no place for Arya, of House Stark.”
“Please,” she said. “I have no place to go.” (Arya I, AFfC)    

Moreover, Baelish is trying to mold her to become a player, but “his” player; I think Sansa will become a player of her own, playing by her rules, and abiding to her own moral standard, that won’t be Baelish’s, and will use whatever politic al  shrewdness she achieves to further the cause of her house, to work with her bothers and sister to rebuild (literally and figuratively) House Stark. She might be playing Petyr’s daughter, but she has never forgotten who her father really is:

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

Thank you so much for asking! :)

Ps.- This focused mostly on the Stark side, but please don’t forget that Sansa never forget her mother either; that she wanted to be called “Catelyn” when Petyr told her she had to assume a new identity, and that she drew strengh from her mother as well (I must be as strong as my lady mother).