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Hold the phone, because I’m about to nerd the fuck out right now. Just let me propose something that may sound a little silly:
Could Arya and Sansa be a possible interpretation of ‘the song of ice and fire’? No, I’m not saying it is the interpretation, just that it is an interpretation. And to me, it is clear who is ice and who is fire. Arya is all flame—passionate, clever, bright, quick, and active. She reminds me of her mother, chafing at the ropes that bind her, always moving, always seeking her family—a fiery pragmatist, if you will. Sansa is like ice—cool and outwardly stoic, cold where Arya runs hot. Sansa has enough winter within her to survive a dozen of them. Like I said in another post—she’s essentially a mini-Ned.
In AGOT, we see that Arya and Sansa have a troubled relationship. This is clear even from the first of Arya’s POV chapters. Between the two of them there is resentment, jealousy, and misunderstanding. Arya and Sansa are very different, and both are wrapped up in their own lives. It’s important to note that they are both children, and I don’t see their actions towards one another as any sort of familial crime. I do wonder how they would have fared had they not been separated.
Despite their differences, both girls have unbreakable ties to one another. They are both from the North, they both are Starks, and they both love one another. Arya, while independent, does not forget where she comes from. Sansa, though she at first longs for the South, does not abandon her roots either—this is clear by the building of the snow castle. When afraid, they both draw upon the strength of their family. Arya tells herself: “I am a wolf, and will not be afraid.” Sansa thinks: “I am a Stark, yes, I can be brave.”
How did Sansa survive King’s Landing? With cold, cool courtesy. How did Arya survive the riverlands? With quickness, with cleverness, with ferocity. With her inner fire.
Arya is passionate, easily angered, and can be impulsive; Sansa is slower, like a cold freeze (well, except for that one time she almost snapped and pushed Joffrey to his death, you know). But usually, Sansa’s anger goes so deep that it is almost nonexistent. She is, to me, the very opposite of ‘fiery’. It is an odd thing to say, as people often mean ‘fiery’ as a compliment. But I don’t mean this as an insult, not at all. I think Sansa is a fascinating character, and certainly is one of my very favorites. I think she fits perfectly well as the cold one next to her sister’s flame. Like two sides of the same coin, they balance one another.
Remember Tyrion’s wedding, when Sansa refused to kneel? That was so cold and proud and Northern that I was surprised people in the room weren’t shivering. Okay, that may be a slight exaggeration, but you get my point. That stark (haha) act of defiance was so icy, so Sansa. So wintry.
Meanwhile, Arya, who is exceedingly clever, is also driven by her inner flame. She sparks. She flashes, goes one way and then another, but never loses sight of her destination. She revels in action and movement, in exploration. She burns hot.
It is important to note that both sisters, I am predicting, will have the ability to be quite deadly in their own ways. Both fire and ice can kill. One is generally more quick, and the other slow. Sansa, slower to act than Arya, against fits ‘ice’ here pretty well.
This is just my interpretation and people are free to disagree - there’s not really a right or wrong way to look at this, unfortunately. I thought I should write something on it anyway. Sansa and Arya are two of my favorite characters, and I find their relationship endlessly fascinating. They are more alike than they know, too. For instance—sometimes the only redemption for the past is to remember it. And, despite all they’ve gone through, neither of them have chosen to forget. Even now, in different guises, under different names, home still calls to them.
They’re Starks, whether they’re fiery or icy cold. And they always will be.
twelve obsessions in 2012: doctor who
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He was confused then he was happy.
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so young to be fighting so many
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No, it’s fine. I didn’t need my heart.
Are we crying about a doodle of dinosaurs?
Yes
Welcome to Tumblr
Oh god it hurts why would you ever
The meteor was coming.
Oh, God, it was coming and she didn’t know what to do. Her son, her beautiful little son, pressed close to her side, craning his neck to look up at his Mother.
“Mummy, why is everyone moving? There’s plenty of food here.” He asked in his sweet, innocent voice.
“Because, my sweet, sometimes it is best that we move on. It is our way.” She replied, forcing the words past the lump in her throat.
“Oh,” Her son said, turning his gaze to the fiery rock in the sky that would spell their deaths out for them, “the old Triceratops told me it was cuzza that rock. He said the rock could hurt us real bad.” He continued, not understanding what he meant by those words in his innocence.
“Triceratops is being silly, he just wanted to tease you one more time before he left.” She lied, choking on her tears. Oh, God, he son, her lovely son, was going to die not understanding.
“Oh.”
She turned her face to the meteor- it was close now. It wouldn’t be long. Swinging her head around, she dropped her face to her sons and nuzzled him one last time. “Let’s play a game, yes? And then we’ll go join the others.” She suggested.
“Okay! What game shall we play, Mummy?”
“Let’s play pretend. We will imagine the sort of place we would like to move to, and when we open our eyes, that’s where we shall be.”
“How do we play?”
One last look at the meteor- it was almost time.
“Close your eyes and imagine the place, and count to thirty out loud. Just like when we play Hide-and-Seek.” She curled herself around her son, both of them now laid on the beach.
“Ok, Mummy. 1, 2, 3, 4…”
She watched the meteor approach with sad eyes, and just before it hit land she turned her head, laying it and her neck over her son and bracing herself.
Her son had not yet said 30, but it was over.
what the fuck is wrong with you
just no
oh god tumblr literally is the only place where fanfiction of a dinosaur doodle can make you cry.
oh..
no becaUSE THE BRONTOSAURUS DOESN’T EXIST OMG
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End of discussion.
Wow. I don’t think you guys realize how happy I am to finally know what “GIF” stands for.
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#look how impressed the doctor is #bless
What happened to the TARDIS translation matrix.
The TARDIS doesn’t like Clara.
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Jack should win an award for that expression. Brilliant acting! XD
{FUCKING
THE FIRST PICTURE
JACK YOU OKAY
I’M CRY}
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