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“All the world is stage” (c) Aziraphale and Crowley at the Globe! (Or rather on the bench near the Globe, but still.) *** I’ve been experimenting with the doll-making technique for the last couple of months. I’m still not sure whether they’re better than my earlier ones or not?? They are still textile apart from heads and hands which are made of artificial clay. I just wanted them to have noses and fingers and eyes that don’t come off, you know...
"Sansa sexually assaulted"?I fear you are mixing book Sansa with her show counterpart.Don't come with strawman arguments of all women are victims of patriarchy when some like Sansa do benefit from it. Pointing that out is not internalized misogyny. Rather your failure to comprehend that shows your support for women who support the system which in turn punishes most of the women who want to escape it or question it. Btw being feminine & critic of the society are not mutually exclusionary.
Anon, you really did not read Sansa’s chapters, did you....
"No it isn't," the king replied. "Boros, make her naked." Boros shoved a meaty hand down the front of Sansa's bodice and gave a hard yank. The silk came tearing away, baring her to the waist. Sansa covered her breasts with her hands. She could hear sniggers, far off and cruel. "Beat her bloody," Joffrey said, "we'll see how her brother fancies—" (ACOK, Sansa III)
He was growing weepy. The wine did that to him. "Give your Florian a little kiss now. A kiss for luck." He swayed toward her. Sansa dodged the wet groping lips, kissed him lightly on an unshaven cheek, and bid him good night. It took all her strength not to weep. She had been weeping too much of late. It was unseemly, she knew, but she could not seem to help herself; the tears would come, sometimes over a trifle, and nothing she did could hold them back. (ACOK, Sansa IV)
"I could keep you safe," he rasped. "They're all afraid of me. No one would hurt you again, or I'd kill them." He yanked her closer, and for a moment she thought he meant to kiss her. He was too strong to fight. She closed her eyes, wanting it to be over, but nothing happened. "Still can't bear to look, can you?" she heard him say. He gave her arm a hard wrench, pulling her around and shoving her down onto the bed. "I'll have that song. Florian and Jonquil, you said." His dagger was out, poised at her throat. "Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life." Her throat was dry and tight with fear, and every song she had ever known had fled from her mind. Please don't kill me, she wanted to scream, please don't. She could feel him twisting the point, pushing it into her throat, and she almost closed her eyes again, but then she remembered. It was not the song of Florian and Jonquil, but it was a song. Her voice sounded small and thin and tremulous in her ears. (ACOK, Sansa VII)
She climbed onto the featherbed, conscious of his stare. A scented beeswax candle burned on the bedside table and rose petals had been strewn between the sheets. She had started to pull up a blanket to cover herself when she heard him say, "No." The cold made her shiver, but she obeyed. Her eyes closed, and she waited. After a moment she heard the sound of her husband pulling off his boots, and the rustle of clothing as he undressed himself. When he hopped up on the bed and put his hand on her breast, Sansa could not help but shudder. She lay with her eyes closed, every muscle tense, dreading what might come next. Would he touch her again? Kiss her? Should she open her legs for him now? She did not know what was expected of her. (ASOS, Sansa III)
"Marillion?" she said, uncertain. "You are . . . kind to think of me, but . . . pray forgive me. I am very tired." "And very beautiful. All night I have been making songs for you in my head. A lay for your eyes, a ballad for your lips, a duet to your breasts. I will not sing them, though. They were poor things, unworthy of such beauty." He sat on her bed and put his hand on her leg. "Let me sing to you with my body instead." (ASOS, Sansa VI)
"I do. Lysa has no cause for complaint." He smiled. "I wish you could see yourself, my lady. You are so beautiful. You're crusted over with snow like some little bear cub, but your face is flushed and you can scarcely breathe. How long have you been out here? You must be very cold. Let me warm you, Sansa. Take off those gloves, give me your hands." "I won't." He sounded almost like Marillion, the night he'd gotten so drunk at the wedding. Only this time Lothor Brune would not appear to save her; Ser Lothor was Petyr's man. "You shouldn't kiss me. I might have been your own daughter . . ." (ASOS, Sansa VII)
She knew better than to ask what sort of tales. If Petyr had wanted her to know, he would have told her. "I did not expect you back so soon," she said. "I am glad you've come." "I would never have known it from the kiss you gave me." He pulled her closer, caught her face between his hands, and kissed her on the lips for a long time. "Now that's the sort of kiss that says welcome home. See that you do better next time." "Yes, Father." She could feel herself blushing.
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Petyr arched an eyebrow. "When Robert dies. Our poor brave Sweetrobin is such a sickly boy, it is only a matter of time. When Robert dies, Harry the Heir becomes Lord Harrold, Defender of the Vale and Lord of the Eyrie. Jon Arryn's bannermen will never love me, nor our silly, shaking Robert, but they will love their Young Falcon . . . and when they come together for his wedding, and you come out with your long auburn hair, clad in a maiden's cloak of white and grey with a direwolf emblazoned on the back . . . why, every knight in the Vale will pledge his sword to win you back your birthright. So those are your gifts from me, my sweet Sansa . . . Harry, the Eyrie, and Winterfell. That's worth another kiss now, don't you think?" (AFFC, Alayne II)
These are just the ones that stand out the most. But sure, Sansa was never sexually assaulted....
You really have to do it, eh? Coming into my inbox again and again and show the world how you managed to somehow miss all this and how very very shallow your understanding of feminity and feminism is.
I never said, that being feminine and criticizing the society is mutually exclusive. It’s you who insist that feminine women are inherently incapable of working against patriarchy. Get your arguments straight.
Puppy double facepalm, for when even the derp baby can tell everything is borked.
Hey CritRoleStats: When tracking how many times Matt facepalms in an episode, do you go the Star Trek or the LotR route? 😬

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[[A Quill just called himself a 'gangster of love' and Yondu very much wants to react but alas I am at work and have no icons]]
Last one for the road. Because you can never have too many Lanas.
U don't get it, do you ? One can be overtly feminine yet challenge the system like Arianne .Even Catelyn does it in ACOK & ASOS. People like Sansa are not doing any favour for the Westerosi women , not because they engage in traditionally female coded activites but because they embrace the system and not question the unfairness of it because doing so is not rewarding and gets them out of comfort zone.(Arya,Dany,Brienne,Cersei)None of them are feminists yet they all do question ?
It’s you who just doesn’t get it, sry, not sry.
Every woman in ASOIAF is different. Every woman reacts different to the difficulties she encounters, and the difficulties often stem from the system of patriarchy.
Are you honestly telling me that Sansa, who has been abused, sexually assaulted, hunted, ridiculed, does embrace the system? Where, just where does Sansa gets a reward for being feminine? After her father was killed, she spends the whole book of ACOK and half of ASOS in King’s Landing which is completely out of her comfort zone.
What is Sansa’s arc about? Her disillusionment with the concept of heroes and knights who save the women, if not questioning that?
Are you really that tone-deaf and misogynistic towards women who do not fit the ‘Oh she’s so badass’ trope?
Do you honestly think that her respect for Mya and her abilities in handling her mules leads nowhere?
Do you honestly think that Sansa warning Margaery about Joffrey and his cruelty is not an act of female solidarity?
Do you honestly think that Sansa wishing for a daughter who looks like Arya does not show that she would not mind a tomboy daughter? A daughter like Arya - Arya who Sansa covered for even though she did not agree with her actions.
Allow me to rate you asks:
Level of annoyance: 10/10
Level of reading comprehension in regard to Sansa chapters: 0/10