Sansa Stark and Sandor Clegane, ‘A Clash of Kings’ George R.R. Martin (via littlebird27)
Poster drawn by the very brilliant and talented illustrator Bubug for one of our projects at the “Pawn to Player: Rethinking Sansa” threads.
I just love Bubg’s illustrations, they’re gorgeous !
Also, the PtP thread on Westeros.org is the only reason I visit this forum at all. The analysis and reflections are amazing.
#little dove #because she’s a beautiful thing kept in a cage#little bird #because sandor sees her as someone he can only admire from afar#little flamingo #because flamingos are pink and she’s a redhead #little american bald eagle #because she’s a stark and starks are an endangered species by now#little preying mantis #because she seems relatively harmless until she does kung-fu #little flying squirrel #because she doesn’t seem to be capable of flight until whoah mothafukka she leaps from one tree and is airborne #sansa for all the avian metaphors
“She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.”
I can’t wait to see her as Alayne Stone in the show… Since they’re heavily preparing that part of her arc, in detriment of other aspects.
I wish the Hound were here. The night of the battle, Sandor Clegane had come to her chambers to take her from the city, but Sansa had refused. Sometimes she lay awake at night, wondering if she’d been wise. She had his stained white cloak hidden in a cedar chest beneath her summer silks. She could not say why she’d kept it. The Hound had turned craven, she heard it said; at the height of the battle, he got so drunk the Imp had to take his men. But Sansa understood. She knew the secret of his burned face. It was only the fire he feared. That night, the wildfire had set the river itself ablaze, and filled the very air with green flame. Even in the castle, Sansa had been afraid. Outside… she could scarcely imagine it.
Sighing, she got out quill and ink, and wrote Margaery Tyrell a gracious note of acceptance.
When the appointed night arrived, another of the Kingsguard came for her, a man as different from Sandor Clegane as… well, as a flower from a dog.
I hate the Sansa/Sandor ship SO much. I like Sanford as a character but he is both verbally and emotionally abusive to Sansa. Plus he’s highly unstable, Sansa deserves so much better. After all that Sansa has been through, I just want her to be happy. I don’t get why the fandom ships it so much, just because Sandor isn’t a complete fucking asshole to Sansa.
I ship SanSan as much as Sansa ships SanSan.
Because my OTP is Sansa/Agency And Getting To Make Her Own Fucking Choices. So if she enjoys thinking about making out with that giant drunken angry Snow White Inna Doggy Sweater, if he makes her happy, I will man the shit out of that ship’s oars.
That, and their dynamic as a deconstruction of the Beauty and the Beast trope is one of the more interesting dynamics in the book, and just so right the hell up my alley. I like their interaction, romantic or not. I like that Sansa has such power and influence over one of the most dangerous men in Westeros, and she did it unintentionally and through what most people call her weaknesses or things that got her into trouble (her earnest belief in songs, her gentleness, her stealthily sassy mouth, her courtesy, her foo-foo girliness). I mean, he influenced and effected her as well, but no where near how much she did him. Seriously, tho, she’s his goddamn Queen of Love and Beauty and All That Shit. She owns that ass.
“She owns that ass”
Also, who the fuck is Sanford ?