"Even a dog gets tired of being kicked. If this Young Wolf has the wits the gods gave a toad, he'll make me a lordling and beg me to enter his service. He needs me, though he may not know it yet. Maybe I'll even kill Gregor for him, he'd like that." - Arya IX, A Storm of Swords
It's interesting how people will try to bend themselves in a pretzel trying to argue that sandor was lying or wasn't serious or that sansa is an unreliable narrator (read she's making up what happened even tho we saw it happen in real time) for real, can't they just admit the truth? i mean it's not as though we don't have people who still stan tywin despite all the shit hes canonically done. this fandom is so gross sometimes
It's really is funny because this gross fandom would never extent the same leeway to Sansa. Like her more morally grey moments were staying neutral during the trident incident, called Arya names in a fit of anger, and went to Cersei. This apparently means she's evil at her core, a bully, and caused the death of multiple people.
Sandor on the other hand is the actual person who murdered Mycah which makes him a child murderer, is the actual person who bullies Arya, and attempted to murder and rape another child (Sansa). Yet he's deemed to be a morally grey character who, deep down, is a sincere, nice guy.
Sandor Clegane quite literally get away with murder in the eyes of the fandom. I mean look at how often Sansa is accused of causing the death of Mycah compared to Sandor - you know the actual murderer?
Sandor Clegane who was called a villain by the writer and does the bare minimum apparently can be considered a good person who is on redemption road. Yet the preteen who did far more good than Sandor Clegane ever did in his entire damn life at the age of 13 and was called a hero by GRRM is evil and completely irredeemable. Make it make sense.
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When you can't edit photos, you use apps that give you this result.
IS THAT YOU RORY??? 😂🤮🙄 We have already established Cassie Boroski can't edit out watermarks from images to save her life (we're not forgetting the lies about where she gets them in the first place! - read all about it on this account) - now she's defiling them with a face enhancement filter that makes him look like a drag queen. PUCKER UP YOUR FAKE LIPS RORY!
Give it a rest Cassie, you're not very good at it. But then, you're not good at anything in this fandom are you? You lie, you cheat, you steal, you stalk, you're vulgar and now you've clearly proven how much you suck at any kind of photo editing. Or should I say #photodefiling ?????? 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄 #allthingswrongwithcassieboroski
“Well, I think Sandor is beautiful,” Sansa said to him and her lips paid his name a tenderness he’d never known. “I’ve always thought so. The first time I laid eyes on him. I just…”
Her cheeks flamed with a genuine blush and she glanced momentarily at his mother.
“I was speechless. The scars don’t diminish how beautiful he is. I love his eyes. They’re so mysterious and deep. His smile. The shape of his nose. He’s so tall and strong.”
Sandor’s chest faintly heaved. His mouth went dry, skin burned hot, heart beat fast. None of this was believable, but she sold it with expert fabrication, as if she’d convinced herself. The foreign intimacy unnerved him with its exaggeration, all saturated colors outside the lines.
He wanted to stop the flow of lies from her lips. A hard kiss would do just fine. He’d crush his mouth against hers and steal them off her tongue.