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‪The disrespect towards Bran Stark really pisses me off because it’s 100% David & Dan’s fault for not nurturing that storyline properly. ASOIAF is largely rooted in fantasy in addition to the political and historical elements. Bran Stark is one of the most important characters in this series yet the creators of the show did a piss poor job of capturing his storyline. Now he’s going out as a weirdo void of emotions when the book describes him as being easy to love and easy to smile. I understand that the show is allegedly giving us insight to how the books could end but book Bran is literally my favorite living Stark (even moreso than book Arya) and it seriously hurts my heart that show watchers call him useless or boring. It’s not the character, it’s the writing! They took a really cool and interesting storyline (with the right imagination) and made it so boring. And why did they make Bran have to recall the night Sansa got r*ped in order for him to prove to her that he “knows everything.” Why would they do that to a brother and sister relationship?? Why did they do the Starks like this in general? And at what point did Bran become void of emotions? When he came out of that tree he was still himself because he recognized his uncle Benjen and seemed like himself… I’m so angry.

“Part of you is Summer, and part of Summer is you. You know that, Bran.“ ― Bran IV, A Clash of Kings.

At the edge of the wolfswood, Bran turned in his basket for one last glimpse of the castle that had been his life. Wisps of smoke still rose into the grey sky, but no more than might have risen from Winterfell’s chimneys on a cold autumn afternoon. Soot stains marked some of the arrow loops, and here and there a crack or a missing merlon could be seen in the curtain wall, but it seemed little enough from this distance. Beyond, the tops of the keeps and towers still stood as they had for hundreds of years, and it was hard to tell that the castle had been sacked and burned at all. The stone is strong, Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. 

Bran realized he was crying. Stupid baby, he thought at himself. No matter where he went, to Karhold or White Harbor or Greywater Watch, he’d be a cripple when he got there. He balled his hands into fists.

One day there would be Starks in Winterfell again, he told himself, and then he’d send for the Liddles and pay them back a hundredfold for every nut and berry.