“I am a S t a r k. Yes, I can be b r a v e.”
(Source: ohrhaella)
there is power in king’s blood
(Source: edmuretullys)
I just don’t understand
why
people who want to take all the tropes in ASOIAF that Martin subverted
and put them in a show where they play them all straight
why did these people love ASOIAF in the first place?
Because um
subverting tropes is a big part of ASOIAF
and if the idea is that Ned dying is the most important kind of subversion
I just
don’t
kn
I think what I loved most about the books, before we even talk about the characters, is that we really get the sense that this massive story in this massive world is really being told by a wide variety of people who all perceive things differently.
The main issue with the show is that the story strongly feels like it’s being told from one point of view. A rather sheltered, straight middle aged man’s perception. I think it strips away a lot of what appealed to many in a very varied fanbase.
Would you sensually pan up on one of your male actor’s ass in close up before slowly panning up their chest as they come out of a bath? No? Then don’t do it to your actresses.
Would you think ambition is an important part of any ambitious male character? Yes? Then why did you feel that stripping away Catelyn’s was right?
This could go on forever with this show.
Now, it’s a good story and it’s beautiful visually. But the people telling it should have been a lot more objective about sex and gender before this series had any hope of reaching it’s full potential. Saddly, once the cow’s been milked there’s not squirting the cream back up her udders and we have what we have, heh.
Should I be grateful that we got a series at all? Or disappointed that it falls short of the quality narrative (and women) we got in the books?
I feel both.
…But then I think of Catelyn and Sansa right now and it’s mos def the later.
The bride’s cloak he held was huge and heavy, crimson velvet richly worked with lions and bordered with gold satin and rubies. No one had thought to bring a stool, however, and Tyrion stood a foot and a half shorter than his bride. As he moved behind her, Sansa felt a sharp tug on her skirt. He wants me to kneel, she realized, blushing. She was mortified. It was not supposed to be this way. She had dreamed of her wedding a thousand times, and always she had pictured how her betrothed would stand behind her tall and strong, sweep the cloak of his protection over her shoulders, and tenderly kiss her cheek as he leaned forward to fasten the clasp.
Artwork by Cope & Arnold.(via lybyly)
‘We Have Always Fought’: Challenging the ‘Women, Cattle and Slaves’ Narrative
Also read this because it’s equally amazing.


