theon is my baby

8

“What is dead may never die, but rises again harder and stronger,” aka Theon’s moment of victory

A continuation of yesterday’s post, with new pictures of Theon finishing his opponent in a gruesome and bloody fight (from the upcoming season seven premiere). Don’t worry, the guy he knocks out here will survive and become what appears to be Theon’s second-in-command for the rest of the season.

  • me every week after a new game of thrones episode: *CRIES THE TRIDENT, THE NARROW SEA AND THE SUNSET SEA OVER ALFIE ALLEN'S ACTING SKILLS AS THEON GREYJOY*
Sansa & Theon parallels

DANCING (and how their new persona cannot dance)

Sansa loved to dance, but Alayne…

The Prince of Winterfell had been a graceful dancer, but Reek with his missing toes would be grotesque

SILKS AND VELVETS

“Brother, surely you are mistaken. Your place is at Winterfell.” Her smile cut. “And where are all your pretty clothes? I heard you fancied silk and velvet against your skin.” 

Soft-spoken sweet-smelling Sansa, who loved silks, songs, chivalry and tall gallant knights with handsome faces.

HANDSOME/BEAUTIFUL (both according to popular opinion, but more specifically by Jeyne Poole)

“I used to watch you in the yard, playing with your swords. You were so handsome.”

“I was never beautiful like Sansa, but they all said I was pretty.” 

FORCED TO ADOPT ANOTHER NAME

Reek, Reek, my name is Reek. He had not been born with that name. In another life he had been someone else, but here and now, his name was Reek. He remembered.

“You are Alayne, and you must be Alayne all the time.” [Littlefinger] put two fingers on her left breast. “Even here. In your heart. Can you do that? Can you be my daughter in your heart?” 

ADAPT TO SURVIVE

He can make me look at the heads, she told herself, but he can’t make me see them.

I must not let him drive me mad. He can take my fingers and my toes, he can put out my eyes and slive my ears off, but he cannot take my wits unless I let him.

and…

He’ll have you up there no matter what, so give him what he wants. She forced herself to take King Joffrey’s hand.
 
A cold knife scraped along his spine. Be careful, he told himself, be very, very careful. He did not like his lordship’s smile, the way his eyes were shining, the spittle glistening at the corner of his mouth. He had seen such signs before. You are no prince. You’ re Reek, just Reek, it rhymes with freak. Give him the answer that he wants. 

ALMOST MURDER THEIR ABUSERS

All it would take was a shove, she told herself. He was standing right there, right there, smirking at her with those fat wormlips. You could do it, she told herself. You could. Do it right now. It wouldn’t even matter if she went over with him. It wouldn’t matter at all. 

Theon drew the dagger. All I need do is turn and stab him. The knife is in my hand. He knew the game by then. Another trap, he told himself, remembering Kyra with her keys. He wants me to try to kill him. And when I fail, he’ll flay the skin from the hand I used to hold the blade.

CRUSHED WEDDING FANTASY

He remembered a time when he had thought that Lord Eddard Stark might marry him to Sansa, and claim him for a son, but that had only been a child’s fancy.

No one will ever marry me for love. But lying came easy to her now.

CRUSHED HOPES

In the songs, the hero always saved the maiden from the monster’s castle, but life was not a song.

Life is not a song, sweetling. Someday you may learn that to your sorrow.

And:  There are no heroes here, only whores //  There are no heroes…in life, the monsters win

COMPARED TO BIRDS (yes)

“You’re like one of those birds from the Summer Isles, aren’t you? A pretty little talking bird, repeating all the pretty little words they taught you to recite”

“You have forgotten more than you know. And you are a great fool if you believe your lord father will ever hand these holy islands over to a Stark. Now be silent. The ride is long enough without your magpie chatterings.”

Throbb Reincarnation AU

It’s like a shitty joke that they find each other at a tropical beach with the sun burning their noses, and the sand hot at their feet.

It’s fucking summer in Florida. And Theon would tease Robb for decades to come, where the hell is Winter now, huh, Stark? 

And it’s so damn beautiful, this paradise with rows of palms, hot babes, loose smiles, and the promise of nude skin and fantastic sex. Robb. Robb deserves this shit after all that he’s sacrificed and suffered. Theon. Theon’s not too sure about what he deserves. They’ve got a lot of crap to wade through, even if they do make it through this reunion. Theon will always carry his psychosomatic pains and everlasting guilt.

But, they’re here. It took a lifetime, but they’re here, and Theon doesn’t think twice when Robb pulls his jaw in, eyes bluer than the ocean, and lips sweeter than any of his wet dreams. And shit, how time’s changed, he used to think of Robb with his fingers tangled in the lace of his breeches. Breeches. 

Theon flips off a scandalized old woman as he slides his hands past Robb’s waist band, and clutches his strong hips. 

Hey.

Hey yourself. 

please take a second and consider Theon Greyjoy’s childhood.

i mean, really consider it, don’t just think “oh wow thats so sad”, and gloss it over in your mind. 

  • imagine that you have just seen your older brothers die, and your home destroyed. think about the PTSD that people suffer from, from events of that sort. 
  • now imagine that having seen all of that, and being forced to live with whatever those experiences gave to you, you are sent far far away from your home. 
  • you have never been to the place you are being sent, and have never met the people you will live with
  •  you will be with them for the rest of your life. which might not be very long, considering that your father was willing let you go, and has never seemed to care very much about you. 
  • you don’t know if you will ever be allowed to see anyone in your family again. 
  • you don’t know where you are going. 
  • you are a child, but your entire life is staked on the choices of someone who does not seem to care for you. 

right. painful? sad? scary? 

this, ladies and gents, is the tragedy of Theon Greyjoy.  

Myranda was very lucky to die the quick death that she did. Very blessed. She deserved a painful drawn out breath. If I was Myranda and there was an afterlife in the GOT world, I would be grateful I was given a quick death, instead of being eaten by hounds like I would have deserved.

I was disappointed in the way Myranda died. She touched my baby! How dare she touch Theon without his permission!

Just because Theon had an involuntary physiological reaction to her grinding against him, does not mean that it was not sexual assault. It was.

Women can still orgasm being raped, it doesn’t make it not rape. They can still involuntarily buck their hips up trying to get more, it’s still rape.

Theon and Sansa are the bravest most strongest characters on the show. Before you say but Theon was a weak, whimpering mess, too scared to do anything. Ramsay played mind games with him to get him to that point. Yes Ramsay raped Sansa violently every night, but had Ramsay wanted to turn Sansa into another Reek he would have succeeded. The only reason Sansa didn’t become a scared, whimpering mess, was because that was not Ramsay’s intention for her.

It took months I guess for Theon to gather up the courage to help Sansa. But this guy had to overcome a broken mind. Loyalty installed in him through fear. The PTSD of always failing his escape attempts. In fact Theon was so disheartened when it came to escaping, that he felt the best way to protect Sansa was to betray her, rather than have her attempt it, get dragged back by Ramsay and punished more severely than she already has been.

He had to overcome seeing himself as Ramsay’s loyal pet. I read tumblr posts about Theon, and Sansa has a lot of posts crediting her bravery and strength. Theon needs more of that too

I felt sad over the way Ramsay died, and I didn’t know why at first, but now I do.

I was sad because I wanted my baby Theon to kill him. I wanted Theon to flay him, and then set the hounds on him.

I wanted Theon to cut his dick off and torture him for a year before finally murdering him.

I’m also glad Ramsay graced our screens. Because:

1) Game of Thrones wouldn’t be the same without at least once psycho in the season.

2) I think his facial expressions are funny. I mean lets be honest.

3) I love the dark romantic fan fictions with Ramsay. Yes in those fictions they have to soften Ramsay a little, and make him the teeniest tiniest bit ooc for the fiction to count as a “romance”. But if Ramsay never existed as a character, those dark stockholm syndrome smut fan fictions, based on him, that I’m into wouldn’t exist.

I know my preferences in fan fiction are pretty dark and degraded, and that some people may be offended by that; but I aint here to please anyone.

Well they can bring the dead back to life, so…. maybe next minute they’ll find a cure for Theon to grow his dick back. I’m glad Theon is slowly starting to overcome what was done to him, and is becoming stronger with his sister’s support each day.

okay so Theon got like 4 seconds of screen-time but it was so nice when he was looking at the banner being swept by the wind and you can see it’s a bit torn and used and then it turns to show the Greyjoy sigil and the sun shines behind it and it’s so hopeful and positive 
like what is going on Theon fans what do we do this has never happened

and I also love the fact that since Theon returned home he and Yara are never seen apart they are a team i love my kraken babies