ramsay is coming

The Signs As The Happier Moments from GOT (Spoilers from seasons 1-6)
  • Aries: The two scenes where Tyrion slaps Joff
  • Taurus: Brienne and Arya's little chat
  • Gemini: Jon killing that white walker at Hardhome
  • Cancer: Sansa feeding Ramsay to the dogs
  • Leo: Jaime saving Brienne from the bear
  • Virgo: just any scene between Davos and Shireen
  • Libra: Jon waking up
  • Scorpio: Hot Pie's direwolf bread for Arya
  • Sagittarius: Dany getting her army and Drogon doing the "dracarys"
  • Capricorn: Joff's death
  • Aquarius: Tormund's heart eyes for Brienne
  • Pisces: The revelation of Jon's lineage
An ode to Lady Sansa Stark

Sansa is not a warrior, she is not promiscuous, she is not flamboyant, she does not have a rare gift and therefore the majority of the fandom refuses to recognise her importance, her achievements, her progress, her maturity, her wisdom, her sensibility, her authenticity, her loyalty, her diplomacy, her shrewdness, her concern for others, her femininity.

Her demure ways are used to not only underestimate her, but as a reason to hate on her. Because she is a passive character in an agressive plot. And while most think this is a weakness, I find it amazing! Why her character was created, why she’s still there, it means something.

Even within the show she is constantly reminded that she is not as strong or as worthy as her siblings.

None of the other Stark kids saw their father be beheaded and be forced to stare at his head on spike. None of them lived under Cersei’s watch. None of them were used as she was. Her wolf was the first one to be taken away (brutally unfairly btw). She has never killed. None of them suffered the amount of psychological, physical, moral, sexual violence she has. No one has been betrayed as she was. Not even Jon. Jon at least has some he could and can call friends. Arya moved by herself, Bran was guided throughout all his journey. Sansa was thrown and exchanged in the hands of several people like a toy.

She has all the reasons to become a vengefull brat, like so many are rooting for her to reveal herself as. But what differs her from Cersei and even from Marjaery is her natural and uncurruptable purity. She is a lost girl, tormented by the ghosts of the men who violated her and haunted by the shadow of that disgusting Littlefinger, who she understands is valuable, even though he was the one who sold her to a psycopath. But she remains strong and she remains aware. She knows when it’s time to take risks and she takes them. Sansa is the one who saved Winterfell.

But people continue to condemn her for foolish mistakes she made as a child.

Say what you will, but I call this plain old misogyny.

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Cannes 2017

When you’re betting on Cannes it’s always best to bet against the women. That logic held up this year as the Cannes 2017 lineup was announced and the Competion titles i.e. the films that compete in the main program that are the most watched and are eligible or the main awards, and only 3 of the 18 films were directed by women. Since the 70s that’s been pretty much par for the course for Cannes when the number of films directed by women have hovered between 0 and 4 in any given year. Still it’s a huge disappointment given the amount of acclaimed women directors who have movies being released in 2017.

The three women who had films that made it into the main competition, Sofia Coppola, Naomi Kawase and Lynne Ramsay, are worthy additions to any festival line up and were expected to show up at Cannes having all had films that have competed for the Palme d’Or before as well as all having served as jury members in the past.

But Agnès Varda who is a French legend who last showed up at Cannes in 2015 to accept an Honorary Palme d’Or for her body of work, showed up Out of Competition, an especially bizarre choice given her long history with the festival and the fact that, at 88, this might be the last film she makes.

It’s also disappointing not to see Cannes adding any new female talent in their main competitive slot while making room for them in their less prestigious categories. Cannes is a festival that likes to keep it in the family, so to speak, by inviting back the same directors again and again. And when they keep passing over female talent that means that the problem Cannes has with women directors is one that’s going to keep continuing for decades.

Here are the female directors and their films, announced for Cannes so far:

Competition

The Beguiled - Sofia Coppola
Radiance - Naomi Kawase
You Were Never Really Here - Lynne Ramsay

Out of Competition

Visages, Villages - Agnès Varda & JR

Un Certain Regard

Jeune Femme - Léonor Serraille
Western - Valeska Grisebach
After the War - Annarita Zambrano
Beauty and the Dogs - Kaouther Ben Hania
The Desert Bride - Cecilia Atan and Valeria Pivato

SPECIAL SCREENINGS

They - Anahita Ghazvinizadeh
Sea Sorrow - Vanessa Redgrave

70th anniversary events

Top of the Lake: China Girl - Jane Campion & Ariel Kleiman
Come Swim - Kristen Stewart

Short Films
Grandpa Walrus - Lucrèce Andreae
Across My Land - Fiona Godivier
Push It - Julia Thelin

anonymous asked:

You seem to hate Dany so much for burning people alive, for burning Randyll and Dickon, but Saint Sansa fed Ramsay to his own hounds, she let them eat him alive. I'd say Sansa is even more sadistic than Dany, don't you think? She's taking the killing route as well, she's killed Littlefinger too, so stop criticizing Dany, when you're favorite is doing the exact same things as her.

Are you honestly comparing Sansa executing Ramsay and Littlefinger, to D@ny murdering Randyll and Dickon, just because ya know, she can? Like, really? 

Sansa is NOT sadistic, and she’s NOT taking the killing route lol what? She doesn’t enjoy killing people, it doesn’t make her feel powerful, nor good, like her father, It doesn’t give her joy. 

Sansa is NOTHING like D@ny, they couldn’t be more different. 

Ramsay raped, beaten, and tortured Sansa in unimaginable ways, everyday, for months. And Littlefinger, he was not only the man who caused all the tragedies and horrors that have befallen her family, he was also the one who gave her to the Boltons, he was the one to blame for what Ramsay did to her.

So, she had every right and reason to execute them both.

But D@ny? NO. Randyll never wronged her in any way, apart from refusing to bend the knee, same for Dickon. Make no mistake, I agree that Randyll was an absolute d*ck, he truly was. He treated Sam horribly, but still, burning someone alive simply because they don’t want to kneel to you, because they don’t want to give their country to you, a foreign invader, is fu*ked up. 

And Dickon, she had no reason to burn alive a young boy/man, even Tyrion advised her against it, but she couldn’t help herself, burning people alive with her dragons makes her feel good, it makes her feel powerful, having that power, having 3 weapons of mass destruction makes her feel special. She enjoys watching people burn, we’ve seen this on more than one occasion. 

So, even though neither Randyll nor Dickon never personally wronged her, nor hurt her, the way Sansa was hurt by Littlefinger and Ramsay, she still chose to roast them alive. 

Sansa had every reason to kill Ramsay, he was a sick, twisted psychopath, and personally I think she brought justice not just for herself, but also for all the other women he raped, for all the other people that he tortured, tormented, beaten, skinned alive, for the poor souls that he terrorized, that he played with, that he hunted and used as prey in the woods, for his own sick, twisted amusement. 

He used his hounds to hunt those poor souls down, and then he fed them to them after the “hunt” was over, so I think it was quite poetic justice that she fed him to his own hounds. She pretty much avenged everyone he’s ever hurt, herself included. 

And Littlefinger, another psychopath, in his own way another monster. With his actions, his calculated schemes, he brought so many houses to their downfall; the The Tyrells, the Baratheons, the Lannisters, even the Starks. He was like a disease, just like Cersei. If Sansa hadn’t executed him, he would’ve ended up destroying her family for good. 

So again, NO. Sansa is NOT sadistic. When she executed Littlefinger, she cried, she wasn’t happy about having to take a life, about executing someone. With Ramsay, there was a glimpse of a smile, yes, but after all he did to her, can you blame her for faintly smiling when bringing justice for herself, for the first time in her life? Can you blame her for smiling at the realisation that, he’ll never hurt her ever again, that his house is dead, that he’s dead, that she’ll never have to see his face again, nor hear his voice ever again? Can you blame her, for ending the life of a monster whom tortured her, beaten her and raped her? For punishing the man who tried to break her and whom hurt her everyday, in unimaginable ways? For finally taking her destiny into her own hands, after years of being captive, after years of being powerless? After years of having no control over her own life? After years of being used, and used, and lied to, by everyone, always? No, you can’t blame her. She smiled, because it was a victory, her abuser, a monster, was dead, because there is justice in the world after all, the monsters don’t always win, the worst ones don’t always live, because in that moment, she realised there’s hope. And NOT because she suddenly turned psychotic, or sadistic, or whatever the hell you’re trying to say.

Littlefinger had hurt so many people with his machinations and his obsession for power and the Iron Throne. He hurt her, her father, her mother, he hurt her family, he was dangerous man, and it was her duty to stop him from further hurting those she loved, and yet, she felt sorry/pity for him. 

She even says it herself “'It’s not what I want, it’s what honor demands.”, Sansa is neither sadistic, nor a murderer. It pained her to have to take his life, to execute him, but it had to be done, for everyone’s safety, because it was the only option, and because it was the right thing, the honorable thing to do. She was teary throughout the whole scene. She’s not heartless. No matter what she’s been through, she’s remained kind hearted, she still feels remorse, has emotions, empathy. 

“It was his (Ned’s) duty, he never liked it.”

We can’t say the same about D@ny though, you can clearly see she enjoys watching people burn alive, especially in season 5, 6 and 7. As I’ve said, it makes her feel powerful, and she feels like she’s in the right too, while she’s doing it. No resentment in her eyes, no compassion, no empathy, no nothing. 

She loves power, she is obssesed with it, she wants everyone to worship her, and those who refuse to worship her, she burns.

Burning Randyll and Dickon alive, was neither honorable, nor the right thing to do, nor the only option, she could’ve imprisoned them, she could’ve imprisoned at least Dickon, but she chose to roast them both alive all the same.

Think TWICE, before comparing Sansa executing Ramsay and Littlefinger with D@ny (murdering) executing Randyll and Dickon. 

Both of Sansa’s executions of Ramsay and Littlefinger were justified and needed, whilst D@ny’s “execution” of Randyll and Dickon, was bloody NOT, it was completely unnecessary. She roasted them alive, because she could, because she felt like it.

chivalrouswarrior  asked:

Why is the fandom so fascinated with the idea that the Others (White Walkers) are somehow good? Many of the characters in the series are clearly evil (Euron, Ramsay, and Gregor come to mind) so why do people have such a hard time accepting that the primary antagonists of the series are evil as well? I apologize if you have already answered this question before, but it's something that has always perplexed me.

Originally posted by spacetool

Yeah, I’ve been strugglin’ with this one for a while now. There’s zero indication in the books that we’re headed for a twist of this kind–even if we get the show’s reveal regarding the Others’ origins (which I have issues with, especially RE the timeline), that’s not the same thing as their intentions being misunderstood, let alone relatable or benevolent. A lot of the argument revolves around this line from GRRM:

“I mean the orc-like creatures who always do dress in black and…they’re really ugly and they’ve got facial deformities or something. You can tell that if somebody’s ugly, he must be evil…We don’t need any more Dark Lords, we don’t need any more, ‘Here are the good guys, they’re in white, there are the bad guys, they’re in black. And also, they’re really ugly, the bad guys.’ ”

This quote, however, doesn’t suggest that there are not embodiments of evil in ASOIAF. It just suggests that it’s lazy and problematic to have your villains always look evil and ugly and your heroes always look heroic and attractive. That’s why Cersei is beautiful, why Qyburn looks friendly, and why the Others resemble not Tolkien’s orcs but his elves. On the flipside, it’s also why Yoren is ugly, smelly, and grumpy while still being the truest of Night’s Watchmen and why Mance is mild-mannered and utterly average-looking despite his reputation (which precedes him by two books) suggesting a larger-than-life badass. And yes indeed, regardless of what he says on the subject, GRRM certainly hasn’t shied away from creating unambiguously monstrous characters; the closest one gets to sympathizing with Gregor is that he has migraines, and Euron… honestly, the Crow’s Eye just ends that particular argument. 

It’s whatcha got inside that counts (GRRM being the world’s biggest Beauty and the Beast fanboy), and despite the Others being beautiful on the outside, they are pure death on the inside, as both Old Nan and GRRM’s pitch letter make unmistakably clear. To grab another relevant quote from the author, this time describing the Others to an artist:

“The Others are not dead. They are strange, beautiful… think, oh… the Sidhe made of ice, something like that… a different sort of life… inhuman, elegant, dangerous.”

So the appropriate reference point for the Others would be fairytales (and as much as Tolkien’s, Terry Pratchett’s Elves), which is why they steal children, kill livestock, toy with their human victims, and walk on the snow like Legolas. Or take this one:

“…and it is important that the individual books refer to the civil wars, but the series title reminds us constantly that the real issue lies in the North beyond the Wall. Stannis becomes one of the few characters fully to understand that, which is why in spite of everything he is a righteous man, and not just a version of Henry VII, Tiberius or Louis XI.”

And what does Stannis have to say about the role of the Others in the storyline?

“When the cold winds rise, we shall live or die together. It is time we made alliance against our common foe.”

The idea that a revelation is coming wherein humanity has misunderstood the Others’ intentions and that the latter are just trying to survive, responding to a pact being broken, or whatever else misunderstands the structure of the story. ASOIAF is not about people being bigoted against the Others and needing to recognize their commonality; that story’s in there, but it’s about the wildlings, not the Others. ASOIAF is about people having forgotten the Others. It’s not dehumanization, it’s mythology and the mists of time obscuring the horrible truth: the monsters in the children’s stories are real, and they’re back.

The argument goes that ending the story with a showdown with the Others (which, for the record, has been consistently set up throughout the series) would betray the anti-war message, but one of the key tenets of the anti-war message is that the war has made us fatally vulnerable to the Others. Take it from the man who’s going to let them in:

“Crow’s Eye, you call me. Well, who has a keener eye than the crow? After every battle the crows come in their hundreds and their thousands to feast upon the fallen. A crow can espy death from afar. And I say that all of Westeros is dying. Those who follow me will feast until the end of their days.”

That’s why it’s so important when Stannis makes the decision to turn his back on King’s Landing and go north to find “the foe I was born to fight.” That really loses its charge if the apocalyptic supernatural threat is not, in fact, an apocalyptic supernatural threat. 

Imagine: You catch Ramsay's eye. He watches you, then he gives you revenge.

It was your voice that caught his attention. He was walking to feed the hounds when he heard you. You were by a small shop, talking to an old woman about how to make candles last longer.

He looked over, to try to see who had created such a beautiful sound. And it was you. Your physical features were gorgeous. Your hair was (H/L), and (H/C). It was a wonder how you looked so flawless. Ramsay stopped walking, fiddling with the keys in his hand. You looked wonderful delicious.

He was a young boy, a cruel boy. So the first thing on his mind was getting off. Satisfying his urges and lust.

Your eyes were dark, and when you noticed the lord was staring you looked over at him. Your heart also leapt. Those pretty big eyes locked with his and both your stomach’s jumped. It was like time froze. His throat tightened.

You smiled politely, before looking back to the woman you were talking to. It pissed Ramsay off greatly. He wanted your attention. He wanted you to think about him. To wonder. To lust. He wanted your mouth to water when you saw him.

He remembered your face and fed the dogs.

***

“I want five men following her at all times.” Ramsay said to his advisor. Since he killed his father, he was the warden of the North. So he was in control of everyone there.

“Gutter, Thoro, Tames, Red, and Scout.” He announced. “You five will make sure no harm comes to her. Do not let her know you are there, though. If she comes in contact with any of you, I will kill you.” He smiled darkly. “Understood?” They nodded. “Good.”

Ramsay had to admit, he was being stalkerish about this. But he had to make sure his little cardinal was safe. Especially out here in the North.

He found out soon you were a lady, you had visited from the fingers and decided to stay. You had formed a bond with one of the bed warmers, but thankfully you weren’t one of them. Ramsay would have to kill every man who touched you.

A few days went by and he convinced the bed warmers to get to know you, and tell him about you. Things you liked, loved, and hated. Your favorite flowers and books.

After a month he found out where you lived. It wasn’t from lack of information and struggle, it was because he had lots of things to do. But your place was in the tavern, sleeping in one of the rooms with your friend Ross.

He sent you the first gift right after that. It was a bundle of (F/F), your favorite flower. He didn’t let you know it was from him, though. The game was too fun to give that away so fast.

He ordered Ross to tell him how you reacted. And, it disappointed him. You didn’t seem happy, you looked annoyed. If Ross was being truthful, you even said “what dirty old man sent me this?”. Ross tried to convince you it was a romantic gesture. But you didn’t care. You were stuck on the idea it was some creep who wanted into you.

For the next few days he focused on his work. He didn’t care for getting Sansa back. He had another lady in mind. But he was still going to storm castle black. He was going to spoon Commander Snows eyes out. It infuriated him that the stark bitch and Reek escaped.

But he didn’t care too much. His army would win anyways. Soon enough he started thinking about you again.

He had heard you liked talking forest walks, from his five men who had followed you. You would go down the stream, into the woods, and you’d sit on a tree stump and just look at the sky and read. It was beautiful, when he pictured it in his mind. So he decided to go see for himself.

It was really early, the times you went to take your walks. He was fine with it, the waking up early bit. He dismissed his guards and walked far behind you, able to see your hair faintly from far in front of him. He wished he was a little bit faster. Soon enough you turned into the woods, going to sit on your big tree root and admire nature.

When he walked into the woods he saw you were crying. You had your arms wrapped around your legs, your forehead on your knees. His heart caught on fire. Who did this. Who caused you this pain? He would flay their neck and make them live like that.

You didn’t hear him walk up to you, sitting down next to you. “My dear…” He finally spoke up and you gasped, jumping away. “Woah now, calm down please.” He smiled at you. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Lord Bolton?” You trembled, wiping your tears away.

He smiled, nodding. “And you are?”

“(Y/N). (Y/L/N).” You sighed. “Sorry. Excuse me.. but… What are you doing out here?”

“I was about to ask you the same thing, sweetling.” He said. You were beautiful. Seeing you up close was like seeing an angel. It made him believe in gods.

“Just walking.” You said, and he said the same.

“But why are you crying?” He asked. He wanted you to tell him so badly. So he could find whomever or whatever caused you this pain.

“It’s stupid.” You said, and he was surprised at your comfortability with him. It was probably because you were so hurt. And it made him angry.

“I doubt that.” He said.

“My betrothed…” You had whimpered and tried not to cry. “He slept with one of my friends…”

That made him angry in three ways. Your lover hurt you, your friend hurt you, and you had loved someone in such a deep way.

He stood up, and you looked at the tall handsome lord. “Ramsay?”

“Come with me.” He held out his hand and you pulled herself to your feet. He hugged you tightly, and you started sobbing. It was strange to get comfort from him. But you needed it. “Shh, my dear..” He soothed you, rubbing your head. He gently rocked you back and forth. He separated from you and smiled. “Show me them.”

Your eyes widened. “You don’t have to…”

Oh but he would. And he did.

He took your hand and you went back into the town. “Show me them.” He said again. You led him into the tavern, and he was hit with many foul smells. He wrinkled his nose in disgust. But you lived here, so he didn’t want to upset you. He put on a straight face and ignored the smells. You were too beautiful to be seen upset.

When people recognized him they gasped, standing up. The music stopped, and all the women froze.

“My Lord.” Ross, the main attraction it seemed, smiling and curtseying, spoke in her seductive voice. “What can I get you?”

“You think I’m here to pay for sex?” He laughed. You seemed uncomfortable so he saved his speech. “Nothing. I don’t need you.” He waved her away. She smiled and walked off. He turned to you, and he felt that same strange feeling of euphoria. His beautiful girl.

“Show me where they are, lovely.” He said to you, and you pointed to the back. Your room.

He grinned wickedly. “Would you like to see them bleed? Would you like to see them beg for their lives?”

“Don’t hurt them…” You said quietly. “Just scare them… Please…”

It made him angry and upset. He wanted to hurt them. He wanted to make them bleed. And scream.

Suddenly, an idea surfaced. He wouldn’t hurt them at all. But his hounds would.

“As you wish.” He smiled at you, and went into the room. A man and a woman lay asleep on the bed. The man was ugly, long hair. Very chiseled jaw. He had a slight beard. The woman was of course what every whore looked like. Long hair, thin eyebrows and lots of color on her eyelids.

“I will take them to my dungeon.” He smiled, and so he did.
**********
“Why did you do that for me?” You asked him. You were sitting in the woods again, the same pretty spot you always sat.

“Because it angered me to see you sad, love.” He said to you. “And, well, I can do anything I please.”

You smiled, and looked up at the sky. “But I can’t live in the tavern anymore.” You were right. They would never let you.

“You always have a place in winterfell.” He smiled at you.

“I don’t want to be a bother, my lord.” You said politely. He understood how you felt.

“Not a bother at all.” He told you. “I’d love to have you around.” He could imagine his hand around your throat as he fucked you. Your breath ragged as he made you feel such great pleasure. His tongue pleasing you. Your hand slapping his face. Your nails making him bleed. Your teeth making him bruise.

You looked happy. And it made him happy.

He gave you a room beside his. Close to him, so he could make sure you had everything you needed. And so that he could get there quickly at night.

Once, he was in his room killing time before dinner. He heard you crying,and he rushed in your room. “(Y/N)!” He kneeled next to you. You looked terribly sad. Crying again, like when he first met you. “Poor beautiful cardinal, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I keep thinking about it Ramsay I can’t fucking stop thinking about his bloody face and her hair and how they had sex in the bed I slept in since I was 12!” You leapt at him weeping. You sobbed into his arms and he held you, sitting on the floor.

“My sweet rose.” He sighed, petting your (H/C) hair. “You didn’t want me to hurt them then. Do you want me to now?”

You looked up at him through your red watery eyes. “Make them wish they were never born.” You said through your teeth. He grinned wickedly. He was rubbing off on you perfectly.

You looked at the two people tied on the X. Melisa, and your former lover, Leo. There was anger in your eyes. Normally, even in this situation, a girl would be scared. She would feel sympathy. But you, oh, you. You loved it. You wanted to see them hurt.

It thundered loudly outside, and you jumped a bit. His heart leapt. You were so beautiful. He wanted to protect you from everything. He would do anything to see you happy.

“What do you want me to do with them, my rose?” He asked you, and you looked up to him with those big (E/C) eyes.

“What causes the most pain?”

When winter comes for war,

You shall hear no Lions roar.

When winter forces you to yield,
No Stags shall graze upon the field.

When winter creeps upon you from the shadows,
No Roses shall bloom from the meadows.

When winter wreaks havoc on the land,
You can bet there’ll be no Snakes in the sand.

When winter brings to life all it finds grim,
The Krakens will freeze where they swim.

When winter sets and the land begins to shiver,
The Flayed Man will start to rot and wither.

When winter fights to the last sliver,
No more Trouts shall swim in the river.

When winter ravages and all despair,
No Falcons shall fly high in the air.

When winter shows you what happens when snow falls,
Not even Dragons Breath shall warm you in your halls.

When winter comes with all it’s might,
Only the Wolves shall howl in the night!

nexed-gemstone  asked:

I love Duke so much, do you have some backstory you could talk about?

he works at a very shitty restaurant which i actually came up with because i was watching kitchen nightmares and i want fictional gordon ramsay to come yell at them

this is the same restaurant that dante works at part time if anyone remembers him

also duke refuses to acknowledge that he needs glasses and is part of the reason the restaurant sucks so bad