My Dear Lady Disdain

kissedxfire:

So my recap for Episode 16 is finally up.

I know it’s really late and you all might be over it by now, and it is pretty ragey and ranty so of course I don’t want to open old wounds for anyone with this past episode, but if you didn’t like the Sansa near rape scene or the death of Irri feel free to leave a comment. I’m sure they’ll see it, quite frankly. 

So stop being basic about moms, fandom :(

Like, who could possibly think that Cat left Bran and Rickon alone.

Like, is it too much to expect people to remember all those people in the Bran WF chapters that were not either Bran or Rickon?

Like, IDGI.

And ugh @ “How dare she go off with her grown son A MAN GROWN instead of stay with her two younger children”

I will never get you, fandom.  How do you do that.

Do you live in the 1950’s?  I am so seriously serious.

boiledleather:

For my recap/review of Episode 16, please visit Rolling Stone.

“Brown Penny” by W.B. Yeats
└ Petyr Baelish, A Song of Ice and Fire

I whispered, ‘I am too young,’
And then, ‘I am old enough’;
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
‘Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.’
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.

O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

My mind is on ships tonight so this is kind of a Petyr/Cat poem; if you were in the mood for something else drop me another ask! But what I like about this poem is that it’s more about loving as a worthy life occupation in itself, rather than the object of love. That combined with the idea of love as a gamble (heads, go for it, tails, don’t) and the speaker wondering if he is too young fit my picture of a young Petyr Baelish as he’s deciding to challenge Brandon Stark to a duel for an idealized object of love. It’s the moment of decision put into the hands of fate, ultimately because it’s just too complicated to decide any other way, but must be decided nevertheless before it’s too late.

“Being But Men” by Dylan Thomas
└ Bran Stark, A Song of Ice and Fire

Being but men, we walked into the trees
Afraid, letting our syllables be soft
For fear of waking the rooks,
For fear of coming
Noiselessly into a world of wings and cries.

If we were children we might climb,
Catch the rooks sleeping, and break no twig,
And, after the soft ascent,
Thrust out our heads above the branches
To wonder at the unfailing stars.

Out of confusion, as the way is,
And the wonder, that man knows,
Out of the chaos would come bliss.

That, then, is loveliness, we said,
Children in wonder watching the stars,
Is the aim and the end.

Being but men, we walked into the trees.

This is probably still somewhat premature, but I think it reflects a likely trajectory of Bran’s adulthood, going from a child wide-eyed with wonder to a man cautious and careful and far more confused.

boiledleather:

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