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“We are living in cages with the door wide open.”
— George Lucas
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“Fan fiction is what literature might look like if it were reinvented from scratch after a nuclear apocalypse by a band of brilliant pop-culture junkies trapped in a sealed bunker. They don’t do it for money. That’s not what it’s about. The writers write it and put it up online just for the satisfaction. They’re fans, but they’re not silent, couchbound consumers of media. The culture talks to them, and they talk back to the culture in its own language.”
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This is probably the best, non-judgmental description of fan fiction I’ve ever heard of in main stream media.
Some of the finest writing and stories I’ve ever read have been from “amateur” fan fiction writers. Some of these writers should be professionals and get the big $$ because their work deserves every accolade it can get. Thank you fan fiction writers @punk-in-docs , @ohwise1ne @kylotrashforever @lilia-ula, just to name a few of my favorites for sharing your talent.
!!!!! I adore this and am all emotional to have my scribblings mentioned, especially in such divine company 👀😭🙏 That it brings you happiness is like all the warm fuzzies all at once:))) Thanks for making my day @terry2227
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“Up until this point, Sansa’s innocence has been her undoing. Now it becomes her armour. Sansa Stark remains a valuable hostage, and her gentleness makes it obvious to all that she can be a well-behaved pawn. She is no trouble to keep alive and she may be useful. The death of her father is the point at which she separates the behaviour of a model princess from her own, very real feelings. Joffrey takes her to see the remains of those he calls “traitors” — a grisly collection of rotting heads that includes her father’s and septa’s. At that moment Sansa understands how to defy Joffrey. “He can make me look at the heads,” she realises, “But he can’t make me see them.” Sansa may never have developed the winter’s strength of the North, but she is true Stark iron when she gazes at the heads impassively and asks how long he wants her to look. This is a power she will develop — the power to mask her feelings behind courtesy, to smile when a smile is needed, to stand straight when required. She cannot stop the pain, but she can stop Joffrey from enjoying it. It is a terrible moment for her but it is also the beginning of power, the way to survive. Unable to wring more heartbreak from Sansa, Joffrey seeks other ways to hurt her. Sansa has learnt the truth about her prince. Now she learns the truth about his knights, who punch and beat her at his behest. Unfortunately, she has no way to defend herself. All she can do is tell them they are no true knights, a ridiculous accusation to make to a gang of armoured thugs. Growing in painful wisdom, Sansa has only her dreams to sustain her. That very helplessness, however, brings her an unlikely ally. Sandor Clegane, called the Hound, is the most openly repulsive of Joffrey’s men. A straightforward murderer with neither honour nor valorous reputation, nor even good looks to make him more palatable, Sandor carries out many of Joffrey’s less savoury orders. He kills the butcher’s boy, and when Joffrey orders Sansa taken out of her bed unclad, Sandor is the one who picks her up. Sandor never hits her, though, or is more unkind to her than his nature demands. He even dabs the blood from her split lip, and tries, in his rough way, to be kind to her when he may. These acts of kindness are so rare Sansa might even think she imagined them, but they are nonetheless real. After a night of too much drink, he tells her the secret of his scarring. Caught between terror at his brutality and sheer pity for his pain, Sansa has no idea what to feel or think, but she does an interesting thing. She puts her hand on his shoulder and tries to comfort him. Even while shuddering at his scars, she tries to be kind. The reason Sandor grows very slowly more protective and more vulnerable to the influence of Sansa is because she is in fact the real thing: a damsel in distress, a maiden of pure heart, a cliché of a thousand stories with sweeter endings than those of true life. Songbirds do not rule kingdoms. The worlds they sing of may not exist. But even a man like Sandor Clegane can understand how wonderful it would be if they did.”
— A Game of Thrones, Deluxe Edition Role-Playing Game and Resource Book
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“Why does the third of the three brothers, who shares his food with the old woman in the wood, go on to become king of the country? Why does James Bond manage to disarm the nuclear bomb a few seconds before it goes off rather than, as it were, a few seconds afterwards? Because a universe where that did not happen would be a dark and hostile place. Let there be goblin hordes, let there be terrible environmental threats, let there be giant mutated slugs if you really must, but let there also be hope. It may be a grim, thin hope, an Arthurian sword at sunset, but let us know that we do not live in vain.”
— Terry Pratchett, “Let There Be Dragons” (A Slip of the Keyboard)
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Any story claiming to be a deconstruction of fairy tales but has nothing to offer except new types of violence, more explicit sex, and a general attitude of “lol happy endings aren’t real” is like. such a cultural waste of time tbh
know what actually is a good deconstruction of a fairy tale? Shrek. It fucks up just about everything in a normal fairy tale and still manages to have a happy ending with a good message and never once has to be ‘gritty’ or ‘dark’. It’s actually really well done.
“The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist; a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.”
- Ursula LeGuin, ‘The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas’
In dark times such as these, it is absolutely revolutionary to be happy.
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@pictures-and-rambles I feel likethis is relevant to the conversation we were having earlier about being tired of gritty realism.
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Dogs were the easiest beasts to bond with; they lived so close to men that they were almost human. Slipping into a dog’s skin was like putting on an old boot, its leather softened by wear. As a boot was shaped to accept a foot, a dog was shaped to accept a collar, even a collar no human eye could see. Wolves were harder. A man might befriend a wolf, even break a wolf, but no man could truly tame a wolf. “Wolves and women wed for life,” Haggon often said. “You take one, that’s a marriage. The wolf is part of you from that day on, and you’re part of him. Both of you will change.”
A Dance with Dragons, Prologue
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GRRM and SanSan: Or, Stop Hiding Behind The Author To Justify Your Hate
I have seen a trend recently (though I’m sure it’s not actually a recent phenomenon) of Antis claiming that GRRM Himself is not on board with SanSan and has outright claimed that it is “creepy” and other such derogatory terms. In my 3+ years in this fandom, I have never seen GRRM utter such a thing. The closest he has gotten (and perhaps what these people are referring to) is that one blog post where he expressed surprise that female readers have the hots for Sandor. I guess this is “proof” that SanSan is #cancelled because George – the same man who was also surprised that people picked up on the UnKiss, like he literally thought he was BEING SUBTLE about that – expressed shock that he wrote this dangerous wannabe-Byronic anti-hero whom one of his main female characters is actively fantasizing about and female readers are swooning over it, lmao. Yes, he’s been very coy and evasive over the years, but he hasn’t been outright discouraging.
But, you know, since y’all insist on bringing up GRRM, here’s a little reminder of some other things he’s said and done regarding SanSan…
Like when he – a man who wrote for the “Beauty & The Beast” TV series for years before AGoT was even written – commissioned a B&TB-inspired portrait for the 2012 ASOIAF calendar
which is now HANGING ON THE WALL IN HIS HOUSE
or how about the fact that he was the one who wrote the BoBW episode of GoT
He also wrote Episode 8 of Season 1, and in the DVD commentary, he refers to the scene that he wrote for Sansa and Sandor “beautiful”… icymi that was this scene:
(like, even staunch SanSans think Sandor was being a creep in that scene, but GRRM apparently thought it was just lovely, lmao…)
But perhaps most important of all, the one thing that should end any Discourse™ over both the voracity of SanSan and GRRM’s willing complicity in it:
“There’s something there.” Period, end of discussion.
Of course, the REAL evidence is the TEXT ITSELF. George can be as coy as he wants, but we have eyes and we can see what’s going on. I wouldn’t be a shipper if the text didn’t deliberately lead me there. So at the end of the day, people who have a problem with SanSan have a problem with the story itself. If SanSan makes you uncomfortable, fine, no one is saying you have to like it, but don’t hide behind the author to justify your bias against it, and don’t ridicule the people who, you know, react positively to what the author purposely laid out???
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The beast doesn’t need to transform to be loved. He doesn’t have to turn into a boring fucking prince to be loved. Or renounce to the essence of who it is. To me love is not transformation, love is acceptance and understanding.
Guillermo del Toro
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I wish the Hound were here.
—Sansa Stark, A Storm of Swords
Oh my god these two kids both have it so so bad.
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you are a monster yes I am
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“she could not say why she kept it”
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I wish I could love you less So that my sins did not hurt me so…. D.Mpourantas
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I never had a real house to grow up in. You know, home. I never belonged anywhere. And all my life, I was looking for that thing you know. Thinking that it was out there somewhere. That all I had to do was find it. But I think, maybe that home was us. It was you and me together in that stupid car riding around, smoking cigarettes. I think that was everything. I’m sorry. I should have known that you were one person who always stays. And you were my best friend.
Sarah Linden to Stephen Holder
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“Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.”
— Rumi (via goodreadss)
Source: goodreadss
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Beneath the hollow hill there was no sound but the soft crackling of flames and the whimper the Hound made when he tried to rise. Arya could only think of Mycah and all the stupid prayers she’d prayed for the Hound to die. If there were gods, why didn’t Lord Beric win? She knew the Hound was guilty.
“Please,” Sandor Clegane rasped, cradling his arm. “I’m burned. Help me. Someone. Help me.” He was crying. “Please.”
Arya looked at him in astonishment. He’s crying like a little baby, she thought.
George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords (via whatdogsdotowolves)
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Young fool. It was I who bridged your minds. I stopped Ren’s conflicted soul. I knew he was not strong enough to hide it from you and you were not wise enough to resist the paint.