me sitting down to discuss asoiaf with targaryen criticals, sansa understanders, theon enthusiasts, elia lovers, rhaegar haters, cersei scholars, stannisdavos girls and infertile conqueror truthers
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the way bran and sansa are kind of like contrasting mirrors, if that makes sense. they are both of gentle nature, they both grew up idealizing knighthood until that idealization turned on them, they both love stories and like to make sense of their world through them, they both suffered an impairment (bran losing his ability to walk; sansa losing her direwolf which was part of her soul and it rendered her to be the only starkling unable to skin-change so far), they are both heavily associated with birds, they are both currently being tutored/groomed by scheming men who have experience in controlling westeros from the shadows. but at the same time they stand in absolute contrast when it comes to their relation to magic, sansa’s loss of her wolf left her without her sixth sense, grounded within physical reality, whilst bran became all the more elevated, all the more connected with the magical elements of the north. their association with birds differs in that for bran birds mean his learning to fly, while for sansa birds are an assessment of her being caged. they are full-blooded siblings and yet they are both the second child because sansa was born second but bran is second in the inheritance line on account of being male, and yet they would both be the unwanted heirs because sansa is a woman and bran is disabled. they would have to live under the great shadow of their older brother gone-tragically-too-soon that was everything westeros expected from a lord, and sansa and bran can never hope to match his ‘greatness’. bran and sansa are the very definition of 'same, but different’.
I mean, our whole lives have been wasted. You know, just staring across the church. Too scared to come down and be with you. I mean, too scared to tell our own daughter the truth.
I’m not sure what I expected, but seeing people with those toy horses that are just a horse head on a stick so you can “ride” it doing actual horse show routines, including jumps of a height that actual horses would probably think twice about, was NOT it.
Some of those jumps should be fucking impossible what the fuck
