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mylestoyne23 hours ago
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The silence went on and on, so long that she began to grow afraid once more, but she was afraid for him now, not for herself. She found his massive shoulder with her hand. "He was no true knight," she whispered to him.
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norrlands-nonsense2 days ago
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Old incomplete Jonsa manip that I probably never will finish, but since we鈥檙e all trash monsters here I thought someone might enjoy it anyway 馃 Bigger pic
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aureliacamargo22 hours ago
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12 days before Christmas, Sansa is trying to close the sale of a historic inn, only to find Jon, the ghost of a man who died a century ago, and he needs her help to unravel the mystery of his annual holiday haunting. Jon x Sansa AUs 鈰 as Daniel & Kate // The Spirit of Christmas (TV Movie 2015)
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elegantwoes21 hours ago
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I have a semi TWOW speculation theory and Jonsa fanfic-y headcanon idea in my head and I am not sure if I should share it..
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agentrouka-blog2 days ago
Hi :) What do you think about the presumption by some people/bnfs that Sansa will marry Harry (before returning north)? I always see it floating around like it's just a given, even though Sansa's is obviously still tangled up in her forced marriage to Tyrion. He's not the worst, but he's still not a worthy partner for Sansa imo. What are you thought on him and their relationship? Love you blog btw :)
Hi anon! (Thank you!!)
My vote is a no on the marriage.
Littlefinger has absolutely no intention of Sansa marrying Harry any time soon. The idea is to tie him down with a betrothal so he cannot marry anyone else. This way, LF has both Sweetrobin and Harry tied to his influence, and he can watch and wait until he decides on the next best move. It's a way to create a stable status quo.
A marriage with "Alayne" makes little sense because it would be invalid and it would contradict Sansa's goal to go home. A marriage with Sansa is impossible because she remains officially married.
Also "Alayne" is only 14 and Sansa only 13. The vast majority of Westeros prefers not to marry off girls that young. An actual marriage would not take place for another year or three. Is Sansa just supposed to chill in the Vale as Alayne while the other POV characters have actual stuff happening?
No, there is no marriage happening. Nor even a betrothal.
I don't hate Harry and I think it's probable that GRRM will give him an ending not dissimilar to Waymar Royce, be that in connection to the tourney or actually later in the North. Something unexpectedly heroic or even badass - but ultimately fatal.
Their relationship is unlikely to develop into anything genuine before the plot intervenes, but whether he dies soon or later, it's bound to involve a sharp lesson for Sansa that knights - no matter how rude - are not toys. If you ask them to fight for you, you are asking them to risk their lives. And they may actually lose it.
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fedonciadale10 hours ago
Literary tropes regarding Jonsa (Books)
Hi there!
There are so many!
Beauty and the Beast
First love has always been there
kissing cousins
all the men in her life are shitty save him
Princess and Pauper
Power couple who complete each other
they are each other's home
She brings him back to life
He is her knight
fairy tales like: Allerleirauh, Snow White and Red Rose, Bearskin, Pig Boy, Cinderella,
literature from antiquity to today: Hades and Persephone, Odysseus and Penelope, Lord Byron, Bronte sisters,...
fantasy couples: Beren and Luthien, Arwen and Aragorn, Simon 'Mooncalf' and Princess Miriamel...
Couples In-world : Aemon and Naerys, Florian and Jonquil.
I mean it's insane really. Tropes, literary parallels, fairy tale parallels, fantasy parallels all woven into an intricate tapestry that is essentially a big arrow pointing at Jonsa. And I only wrote what is at the top of my head!
Antis ridicule us for seeing Jonsa everywhere but that's not on us. They should take that out with GRRM!
If GRRM had not successfully planted a red herring with Sansa's first appearance through Arya's eyes in AGOT people would have long seen it.
Thanks!
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sansasurviveda day ago
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The ceremony passed as in a dream. Sansa did all that was required of her. There were prayers and vows and singing, and tall candles burning, a hundred dancing lights that the tears in her eyes transformed into a thousand. Thankfully no one seemed to notice that she was crying as she stood there, wrapped in her father's colors; or if they did, they pretended not to. In what seemed no time at all, they came to the changing of the cloaks.
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butterflies-dragons13 hours ago
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"Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way." This is the very first line of Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy and GRRM is very aware of these words; so far he has mentioned it in reference of Sansa Stark and Jon Snow:
Arya was one of the first characters created. Sansa came about as a total opposite b/c too many of the Stark family members were getting along and families aren鈥檛 like that. Thus, Sansa was created; he ended by saying they have deep issues to work out. [Source]
An interesting question was 鈥淲hy are there so many sons who are unloved by their fathers, like Sam, Jon, Tyrion and Theon?鈥 I watched George鈥檚 reaction carefully (I was sitting close to him) and he did not take issue with the assumption that Jon Snow is part of the 鈥渦nloved sons鈥 (obviously the dynamic talked about is Jon/Eddard, not Rhaegar).聽He nodded at the question and said that he does not have the full quote with him, but the great Russian writer Tolstoy once said that happy families are boring 聽- this was followed by a big round of applause cause every Russian knows this quote very well (the quote by Tolstoy is: All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. [Source]
And recently I found another similarity with Tolstoy's work and Sansa.
In spite of the obvious differences, Sansa Stark, the betrothed of the Crown Prince Joffrey Baratheon, showing her evident crush and concern about Ser Loras Tyrell's safety during the Hand's Tourney, reminds me of Anna Karenina making evident her illicit affair with Count Vronsky in front of everyone, her husband Alexey Alexandrovitch Karenin included, during the races:
She flew over the ditch as though not noticing it. She flew over it like a bird; but at the same instant Vronsky, to his horror, felt that he had failed to keep up with the mare鈥檚 pace, that he had, he did not know how, made a fearful, unpardonable mistake, in recovering his seat in the saddle. All at once his position had shifted and he knew that something awful had happened. He could not yet make out what had happened, when the white legs of a chestnut horse flashed by close to him, and Mahotin passed at a swift gallop. Vronsky was touching the ground with one foot, and his mare was sinking on that foot. He just had time to free his leg when she fell on one side, gasping painfully, and, making vain efforts to rise with her delicate, soaking neck, she fluttered on the ground at his feet like a shot bird. The clumsy movement made by Vronsky had broken her back. But that he only knew much later. At that moment he knew only that Mahotin had flown swiftly by, while he stood staggering alone on the muddy, motionless ground, and Frou-Frou lay gasping before him, bending her head back and gazing at him with her exquisite eyes. Still unable to realize what had happened, Vronsky tugged at his mare鈥檚 reins. Again she struggled all over like a fish, and her shoulders setting the saddle heaving, she rose on her front legs but unable to lift her back, she quivered all over and again fell on her side. With a face hideous with passion, his lower jaw trembling, and his cheeks white, Vronsky kicked her with his heel in the stomach and again fell to tugging at the rein. She did not stir, but thrusting her nose into the ground, she simply gazed at her master with her speaking eyes.
鈥淎鈥攁鈥攁!鈥 groaned Vronsky, clutching at his head. 鈥淎h! what have I done!鈥 he cried. 鈥淭he race lost! And my fault! shameful, unpardonable! And the poor darling, ruined mare! Ah! what have I done!鈥
鈥擜nna Karenina, Part Two, Chapter 25 - Leo Tolstoy
Everyone was loudly expressing disapprobation, everyone was repeating a phrase someone had uttered鈥斺淭he lions and gladiators will be the next thing,鈥 and everyone was feeling horrified; so that when Vronsky fell to the ground, and Anna moaned aloud, there was nothing very out of the way in it. But afterwards a change came over Anna鈥檚 face which really was beyond decorum. She utterly lost her head. She began fluttering like a caged bird, at one moment would have got up and moved away, at the next turned to Betsy.
鈥淟et us go, let us go!鈥 she said.
But Betsy did not hear her. She was bending down, talking to a general who had come up to her.
Alexey Alexandrovitch went up to Anna and courteously offered her his arm.
鈥淟et us go, if you like,鈥 he said in French, but Anna was listening to the general and did not notice her husband.
鈥淗e鈥檚 broken his leg too, so they say,鈥 the general was saying. 鈥淭his is beyond everything.鈥
Without answering her husband, Anna lifted her opera-glass and gazed towards the place where Vronsky had fallen; but it was so far off, and there was such a crowd of people about it, that she could make out nothing. She laid down the opera-glass, and would have moved away, but at that moment an officer galloped up and made some announcement to the Tsar. Anna craned forward, listening.
鈥淪tiva! Stiva!鈥 she cried to her brother.
But her brother did not hear her. Again she would have moved away.
鈥淥nce more I offer you my arm if you want to be going,鈥 said Alexey Alexandrovitch, reaching towards her hand.
She drew back from him with aversion, and without looking in his face answered:
鈥淣o, no, let me be, I鈥檒l stay.鈥
She saw now that from the place of Vronsky鈥檚 accident an officer was running across the course towards the pavilion. Betsy waved her handkerchief to him. The officer brought the news that the rider was not killed, but the horse had broken its back.
On hearing this Anna sat down hurriedly, and hid her face in her fan. Alexey Alexandrovitch saw that she was weeping, and could not control her tears, nor even the sobs that were shaking her bosom. Alexey Alexandrovitch stood so as to screen her, giving her time to recover herself.
鈥淔or the third time I offer you my arm,鈥 he said to her after a little time, turning to her. Anna gazed at him and did not know what to say. Princess Betsy came to her rescue.
鈥淣o, Alexey Alexandrovitch; I brought Anna and I promised to take her home,鈥 put in Betsy.
鈥淓xcuse me, princess,鈥 he said, smiling courteously but looking her very firmly in the face, 鈥渂ut I see that Anna鈥檚 not very well, and I wish her to come home with me.鈥
Anna looked about her in a frightened way, got up submissively, and laid her hand on her husband鈥檚 arm.
鈥淚鈥檒l send to him and find out, and let you know,鈥 Betsy whispered to her.
鈥擜nna Karenina, Part Two, Chapter 29 - Leo Tolstoy
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When the Knight of Flowers made his entrance, a murmur ran through the crowd, and he heard Sansa鈥檚 fervent whisper, 鈥淥h, he鈥檚 so beautiful.鈥 Ser Loras Tyrell was slender as a reed, dressed in a suit of fabulous silver armor polished to a blinding sheen and filigreed with twining black vines and tiny blue forget-me-nots. The commons realized in the same instant as Ned that the blue of the flowers came from sapphires; a gasp went up from a thousand throats. Across the boy鈥檚 shoulders his cloak hung heavy. It was woven of forget-me-nots, real ones, hundreds of fresh blooms sewn to a heavy woolen cape.
鈥淗is courser was as slim as her rider, a beautiful grey mare, built for speed. Ser Gregor鈥檚 huge stallion trumpeted as he caught her scent. The boy from Highgarden did something with his legs, and his horse pranced sideways, nimble as a dancer. Sansa clutched at his arm. 鈥淔ather, don鈥檛 let Ser Gregor hurt him,鈥 she said. Ned saw she was wearing the rose that Ser Loras had given her yesterday. Jory had told him about that as well.
鈥淭hese are tourney lances,鈥 he told his daughter. 鈥淭hey make them to splinter on impact, so no one is hurt.鈥 Yet he remembered the dead boy in the cart with his cloak of crescent moons, and the words were raw in his throat.
(...) Gregor Clegane killed the horse with a single blow of such ferocity that it half severed the animal鈥檚 neck. Cheers turned to shrieks in a heartbeat. The stallion went to its knees, screaming as it died. By then Gregor was striding down the lists toward Ser Loras Tyrell, his bloody sword clutched in his fist. 鈥淪top him!鈥 Ned shouted, but his words were lost in the roar. Everyone else was yelling as well, and Sansa was crying.
鈥擜 Game of Thrones - Eddard VII
This similarity could be nothing of course, but I can't help myself finding Sansa in everything I read, like it happened with Eug茅nie Grandet by Honor茅 de Balzac.
Also Count Vronsky's mare Frou-Frou, somehow reminds me of Lady.
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stupidocupido23 hours ago
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鈥淚 hope the guilt will dim and fade, the fire baptism engulfed in my shame鈥
She always smells like the sea; her skin made of sand and salt. Her hair is waving in the Sunday afternoon breeze, salty tears streak her sun kissed face. To him she is like the waves they like to ride. Wild, unpredictable and above all that beautiful. She loves the ocean more than she loves him; at least that is what he tells himself.
A Jonsa AU - read here聽
part of ghost ep
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melrosing2 days ago
Do you agree with the 'Brienne is Sansa with a sword' take? I'm not sure if grrm is the one who said this or not.
I think it's permanently up in the air as to whether he said it, as in the man himself doesn't recall but I think I remember someone asking him and GRRM saying he might've. who knows!!!
but if the guy himself thinks he could've then who am I to disagree lol, though I don't think it's meant as literally as it's sometimes taken. obviously Sansa and Brienne have very different personalities/childhoods/traumas etc, and that's why it's ultimately Brienne who picks up the sword and not Sansa - because they're different people.
I think it's a neat way of explaining that they both have a love for songs and stories and a very romantic outlook on life, though. and the line mainly gets used to explain Brienne's character and not Sansa's, because people can comprehend that Sansa's feminine side but can't comprehend Brienne's capacity for the same. obviously a lot of people feel it makes that point well, so you know, fair.
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arealtrashact23 days ago
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I loved a maid as fair as summer, with sunlight in her hair
I loved a maid as red as autumn, with sunset in her hair
I loved a maid as white as winter, with moonglow in her hair
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coucyi10 months ago
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If you鈥檙e interested in seeing my work more regularly, consider following me on twitter at lunwil! I just had to post聽my new burgundian sansa stark on here this once though 馃専聽
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faeriecandyy3 months ago
request: sansa holding lady for the first time!
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Thinking ab how sansa put a bow on a fucking direwolf she鈥檚 so baby
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elena-gilbert4 months ago
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SANSA WEEK 2021 鈫 day one: talents
Sansa's needlework was exquisite. Everyone said so. "Sansa's work is as pretty as she is," Septa Mordane told their lady mother once. "She has such fine, delicate hands." 鈥 A Game of Thrones - Arya I
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