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Он - дракон | He’s a Dragon

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I’m glad my shitpost about Daenerys is getting traction but I’m baffled that very few people have noticed that “Revolutionary Be Crazy” pattern, especially in a time when we are swarmed with superhero stuff.

Villains in superhero movies are always driven by “revolutionary” motivations. Thanos is, quite literally, worried about the ecological collapse of the universe. That’s the driving force of the character. He does not even want to be God Emperor of the Galaxy. His underlying desire is the same as a climate change activist, yet Thanos is the genocidal maniac to be defeated and the superheroes NEVER stops once to think whether Thanos’ concerns are legitimate or not.

In Nolan’s Batman trilogy, Bane gives a quasi anarchocommunist speech about how Gotham is engulfed in corruption for the sole benefits of those in power, prisons are a symbol of oppression and the police is shit. Why isn’t Batman the one giving this speech?

I could go on and on with examples.

This is not done solely to give nuance to the villains, because it is pretty much a pattern: the villain wants to break the system, and the hero is called to preserve it. The hero never ever questions the villain’s motivation.

Someone mentioned Star Wars: no, the heroes in Star Wars are not revolutionary. Star Wars, like Marvel movies and generic Hollywood flicks, is just another neoliberal fantasy. It’s standard good vs evil. Luke is just fighting an authoritarian regime (the baddies) and so is Rey, because as heroes, they have to. Because Evil Empire is bad, and we all know is bad. We all know that authoritarian regimes are bad. Luke does not want to break the system for the sake of it, and neither does Rey, even though Rian Johnson managed to slip some anticapitalist lines into the script. Neither Luke, nor Rey, nor any other goodie ever thinks what is going to happen once the Republic is restored and how to get rid of the flaws that caused the Republic to fall twice. In The Last Jedi, Kylo Ren is given the “break the system” lines with his speech to Rey about letting the past die to create a new world. In the prequel trilogy (and supplemental material like The Clone Wars), it was Anakin, the character destined to become Darth Vader, the one pressed because the Republic is shit, corrupted and cannot get stuff done. Padmé and Obi-Wan are “yeah man the system is crap, but do you want a dictatorship?”. Which, by the way, is exactly what happens.

Classic liberal centrist message: you want capitalism destroyed, boy? You get literally Hitler, or Stalin, or whatever. So shut up. Accept the current oppressive system because it could be worse.

Revolution ain’t good.

Revolutionaries are bad.

Status quo is good.

That’s why subversive lines are always given to villains, and why the revolutionaries are always the baddies.

I can think of one subtle exception: Hunger Games. Even though at the end the leader of the Rebellion turns out to be “as bad as President Snow” (lol) and the hero kills her instead of Snow (another lol), I would say the overall message is not pro system. President Snow might be Emperor Palpatine, but as opposed to Star Wars, Hunger Games clearly shows that the rich, the élite and the media enable Snow’s power and the oppression of poorer districts and are pretty much oblivious to their struggles.

Three big pop culture phenomena are ending this year, and they all shows a recurring motif:

Final biggest villain in Avengers is a character worried about ecological collapse.

“Final villain” in Game of Thrones is a character who has talked so many times about “breaking the wheel” and “ending slavery”. She turns into General Hux from The Force Awakens, but instead of blowing planets she’s talking about freeing slaves. The only other character who has lowkey defied the system and befriended demonized outsiders, is exiled.

Star Wars: big bad of the final movie is Palpatine. Whether Kylo Ren is redeemed or not (his redemption implies he gives up on “building the new galaxy” and “letting the past die”), the Republic will be restored anyway, the problems will never be discussed, so it can crash again for Episode X in 2050.

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I’m glad my shitpost about Daenerys is getting traction but I’m baffled that very few people have noticed that “Revolutionary Be Crazy” pattern, especially in a time when we are swarmed with superhero stuff.

Villains in superhero movies are always driven by “revolutionary” motivations. Thanos is, quite literally, worried about the ecological collapse of the universe. That’s the driving force of the character. He does not even want to be God Emperor of the Galaxy. His underlying desire is the same as a climate change activist, yet Thanos is the genocidal maniac to be defeated and the superheroes NEVER stops once to think whether Thanos’ concerns are legitimate or not.

In Nolan’s Batman trilogy, Bane gives a quasi anarchocommunist speech about how Gotham is engulfed in corruption for the sole benefits of those in power, prisons are a symbol of oppression and the police is shit. Why isn’t Batman the one giving this speech?

I could go on and on with examples.

This is not done solely to give nuance to the villains, because it is pretty much a pattern: the villain wants to break the system, and the hero is called to preserve it. The hero never ever questions the villain’s motivation.

Someone mentioned Star Wars: no, the heroes in Star Wars are not revolutionary. Star Wars, like Marvel movies and generic Hollywood flicks, is just another neoliberal fantasy. It’s standard good vs evil. Luke is just fighting an authoritarian regime (the baddies) and so is Rey, because as heroes, they have to. Because Evil Empire is bad, and we all know is bad. We all know that authoritarian regimes are bad. Luke does not want to break the system for the sake of it, and neither does Rey, even though Rian Johnson managed to slip some anticapitalist lines into the script. Neither Luke, nor Rey, nor any other goodie ever thinks what is going to happen once the Republic is restored and how to get rid of the flaws that caused the Republic to fall twice. In The Last Jedi, Kylo Ren is given the “break the system” lines with his speech to Rey about letting the past die to create a new world. In the prequel trilogy (and supplemental material like The Clone Wars), it was Anakin, the character destined to become Darth Vader, the one pressed because the Republic is shit, corrupted and cannot get stuff done. Padmé and Obi-Wan are “yeah man the system is crap, but do you want a dictatorship?”. Which, by the way, is exactly what happens.

Classic liberal centrist message: you want capitalism destroyed, boy? You get literally Hitler, or Stalin, or whatever. So shut up. Accept the current oppressive system because it could be worse.

Revolution ain’t good.

Revolutionaries are bad.

Status quo is good.

That’s why subversive lines are always given to villains, and why the revolutionaries are always the baddies.

I can think of one subtle exception: Hunger Games. Even though at the end the leader of the Rebellion turns out to be “as bad as President Snow” (lol) and the hero kills her instead of Snow (another lol), I would say the overall message is not pro system. President Snow might be Emperor Palpatine, but as opposed to Star Wars, Hunger Games clearly shows that the rich, the élite and the media enable Snow’s power and the oppression of poorer districts and are pretty much oblivious to their struggles.

Three big pop culture phenomena are ending this year, and they all shows a recurring motif:

Final biggest villain in Avengers is a character worried about ecological collapse.

“Final villain” in Game of Thrones is a character who has talked so many times about “breaking the wheel” and “ending slavery”. She turns into General Hux from The Force Awakens, but instead of blowing planets she’s talking about freeing slaves. The only other character who has lowkey defied the system and befriended demonized outsiders, is exiled.

Star Wars: big bad of the final movie is Palpatine. Whether Kylo Ren is redeemed or not (his redemption implies he gives up on “building the new galaxy” and “letting the past die”), the Republic will be restored anyway, the problems will never be discussed, so it can crash again for Episode X in 2050.

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You must be their strength. As you are mine.

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Drogon comforting Dany

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Weirwood reaching for moon

Dany and Bran book parallels - part 20

Bran is unleashing his potential as a powerful warg and Dany is stepping into the position of a powerful monarch. Both are having difficulty sleeping and is having nightmares. They have problematic physical relation with their companions. (Bran possessing Hodor’s body and Dany sleeping with her handmaiden). Bran remembers Old Nan’s stories and Dany is looking for a house with a red door.

Hodor was already curled up and snoring lightly. From time to time he thrashed beneath his cloak, and whimpered something that might have been "Hodor." Bran wriggled closer to the fire. The warmth felt good, and the soft crackling of flames soothed him, but sleep would not come. Outside the wind was sending armies of dead leaves marching across the courtyards to scratch faintly at the doors and windows. The sounds made him think of Old Nan's stories. He could almost hear the ghostly sentinels calling to each other atop the Wall and winding their ghostly warhorns. Pale moonlight slanted down through the hole in the dome, painting the branches of the weirwood as they strained up toward the roof. It looked as if the tree was trying to catch the moon and drag it down into the well. Old gods, Bran prayed, if you hear me, don't send a dream tonight. Or if you do, make it a good dream. The gods made no answer.Bran made himself close his eyes. Maybe he even slept some, or maybe he was just drowsing, floating the way you do when you are half awake and half asleep, trying not to think about Mad Axe or the Rat Cook or the thing that came in the night.Then he heard the noise.His eyes opened. What was that? He held his breath. Did I dream it? Was I having a stupid nightmare? He didn't want to wake Meera and Jojen for a bad dream, but . . . there . . . a soft scuffling sound, far off . . . Leaves, it's leaves rattling off the walls outside and rustling together . . . or the wind, it could be the wind . . . The sound wasn't coming from outside, though. Bran felt the hairs on his arm start to rise. The sound's inside, it's in here with us, and it's getting louder. He pushed himself up onto an elbow, listening. There was wind, and blowing leaves as well, but this was something else. Footsteps. Someone was coming this way. Something was coming this way.It wasn't the sentinels, he knew. The sentinels never left the Wall. But there might be other ghosts in the Nightfort, ones even more terrible. He remembered what Old Nan had said of Mad Axe, how he took his boots off and prowled the castle halls barefoot in the dark, with never a sound to tell you where he was except for the drops of blood that fell from his axe and his elbows and the end of his wet red beard. Or maybe it wasn't Mad Axe at all, maybe it was the thing that came in the night. The 'prentice boys all saw it, Old Nan said, but afterward when they told their Lord Commander every description had been different. And three died within the year, and the fourth went mad, and a hundred years later when the thing had come again, the 'prentice boys were seen shambling along behind it, all in chains.That was only a story, though. He was just scaring himself. There was no thing that comes in the night, Maester Luwin had said so. If there had ever been such a thing, it was gone from the world now, like giants and dragons. It's nothing, Bran thought.But the sounds were louder now.It's coming from the well, he realized. That made him even more afraid. Something was coming up from under the ground, coming up out of the dark. Hodor woke it up. He woke it up with that stupid piece of slate, and now it's coming. It was hard to hear over Hodor's snores and the thumping of his own heart. Was that the sound blood made dripping from an axe? Or was it the faint, far-off rattling of ghostly chains? Bran listened harder. Footsteps. It was definitely footsteps, each one a little louder than the one before. He couldn't tell how many, though. The well made the sounds echo. He didn't hear any dripping, or chains either, but there was something else . . . a high thin whimpering sound, like someone in pain, and heavy muffled breathing. But the footsteps were loudest. The footsteps were coming closer.Bran was too frightened to shout. The fire had burned down to a few faint embers and his friends were all asleep. He almost slipped his skin and reached out for his wolf, but Summer might be miles away. He couldn't leave his friends helpless in the dark to face whatever was coming up out of the well. I told them not to come here, he thought miserably. I told them there were ghosts. I told them that we should go to Castle Black.The footfalls sounded heavy to Bran, slow, ponderous, scraping against the stone. It must be huge. Mad Axe had been a big man in Old Nan's story, and the thing that came in the night had been monstrous. Back in Winterfell, Sansa had told him that the demons of the dark couldn't touch him if he hid beneath his blanket. He almost did that now, before he remembered that he was a prince, and almost a man grown.Bran wriggled across the floor, dragging his dead legs behind him until he could reach out and touch Meera on the foot. She woke at once. He had never known anyone to wake as quick as Meera Reed, or to be so alert so fast. Bran pressed a finger to his mouth so she'd know not to speak. She heard the sound at once, he could see that on her face; the echoing footfalls, the faint whimpering, the heavy breathing.Meera rose to her feet without a word and reclaimed her weapons. With her three-pronged frog spear in her right hand and the folds of her net dangling from her left, she slipped barefoot toward the well. Jojen dozed on, oblivious, while Hodor muttered and thrashed in restless sleep. She kept to the shadows as she moved, stepped around the shaft of moonlight as quiet as a cat. Bran was watching her all the while, and even he could barely see the faint sheen of her spear. I can't let her fight the thing alone, he thought. Summer was far away, but . . .. . . he slipped his skin, and reached for Hodor. It was not like sliding into Summer. That was so easy now that Bran hardly thought about it. This was harder, like trying to pull a left boot on your right foot. It fit all wrong, and the boot was scared too, the boot didn't know what was happening, the boot was pushing the foot away. He tasted vomit in the back of Hodor's throat, and that was almost enough to make him flee. Instead he squirmed and shoved, sat up, gathered his legs under him—his huge strong legs—and rose. I'm standing. He took a step. I'm walking. It was such a strange feeling that he almost fell. He could see himself on the cold stone floor, a little broken thing, but he wasn't broken now. He grabbed Hodor's longsword. (A Storm of Swords - Bran IV)

Dany's dreams were dark that night, and she woke three times from half-remembered nightmares. After the third time she was too restless to return to sleep. Moonlight streamed through the slanting windows, silvering the marble floors. A cool breeze was blowing through the open terrace doors. Irri slept soundly beside her, her lips slightly parted, one dark brown nipple peeping out above the sleeping silks. For a moment Dany was tempted, but it was Drogo she wanted, or perhaps Daario. Not Irri. The maid was sweet and skillful, but all her kisses tasted of duty.She rose, leaving Irri asleep in the moonlight. Jhiqui and Missandei slept in their own beds. Dany slipped on a robe and padded barefoot across the marble floor, out onto the terrace. The air was chilly, but she liked the feel of grass between her toes and the sound of the leaves whispering to one another. Wind ripples chased each other across the surface of the little bathing pool and made the moon's reflection dance and shimmer.She leaned against a low brick parapet to look down upon the city. Meereen was sleeping too. Lost in dreams of kinder days, perhaps. Night covered the streets like a black blanket, hiding the corpses and the grey rats that came up from the sewers to feast on them, the swarms of stinging flies. Distant torches glimmered red and yellow where her sentries walked their rounds, and here and there she saw the faint glow of lanterns bobbing down an alley. Perhaps one was Ser Jorah, leading his horse slowly toward the gate. Farewell, old bear. Farewell, betrayer.She was Daenerys Stormborn, the Unburnt, khaleesi and queen, Mother of Dragons, slayer of warlocks, breaker of chains, and there was no one in the world that she could trust."Your Grace?" Missandei stood at her elbow wrapped in a bedrobe, wooden sandals on her feet. "I woke, and saw that you were gone. Did you sleep well? What are you looking at?""My city," said Dany. "I was looking for a house with a red door, but by night all the doors are black.""A red door?" Missandei was puzzled. "What house is this?""No house. It does not matter." Dany took the younger girl by the hand. "Never lie to me, Missandei. Never betray me.""I never would," Missandei promised. "Look, dawn comes."The sky had turned a cobalt blue from the horizon to the zenith, and behind the line of low hills to the east a glow could be seen, pale gold and oyster pink. Dany held Missandei's hand as they watched the sun come up. All the grey bricks became red and yellow and blue and green and orange. The scarlet sands of the fighting pits transformed them into bleeding sores before her eyes. Elsewhere the golden dome of the Temple of the Graces blazed bright, and bronze stars winked along the walls where the light of the rising sun touched the spikes on the helms of the Unsullied. On the terrace, a few flies stirred sluggishly. A bird began to chirp in the persimmon tree, and then two more. Dany cocked her head to hear their song, but it was not long before the sounds of the waking city drowned them out.The sounds of my city.That morning she summoned her captains and commanders to the garden, rather than descending to the audience chamber. "Aegon the Conqueror brought fire and blood to Westeros, but afterward he gave them peace, prosperity, and justice. But all I have brought to Slaver's Bay is death and ruin. I have been more khal than queen, smashing and plundering, then moving on.""There is nothing to stay for," said Brown Ben Plumm."Your Grace, the slavers brought their doom on themselves," said Daario Naharis."You have brought freedom as well," Missandei pointed out."Freedom to starve?" asked Dany sharply. "Freedom to die? Am I a dragon, or a harpy?" Am I mad? Do I have the taint?"A dragon," Ser Barristan said with certainty. "Meereen is not Westeros, Your Grace.""But how can I rule seven kingdoms if I cannot rule a single city?" He had no answer to that. Dany turned away from them, to gaze out over the city once again. "My children need time to heal and learn. My dragons need time to grow and test their wings. And I need the same. I will not let this city go the way of Astapor. I will not let the harpy of Yunkai chain up those I've freed all over again." She turned back to look at their faces. "I will not march.""What will you do then, Khaleesi?" asked Rakharo."Stay," she said. "Rule. And be a queen."(A Storm of Swords - Daenerys VI)

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Joy - Ashes & Snowflakes

Dany and Bran book parallels - part 19

Bran felt his joy melting to snowflakes sensing the looming threat of war. Dany felt her joy turning to ashes when Drogo’s khalasar broke up after his death. ‘Joy turning to ashes’ is a also repeated phrase in Cersei’s narrative arc.

The joy Bran had felt at the ride was gone, melted away like the snowflakes on his face. Not so long ago, the thought of Robb calling the banners and riding off to war would have filled him with excitement, but now he felt only dread. "Can we go back now?" he asked. "I'm cold."(A Game of Thrones - Bran V)

But in the Red Waste, all her joy had turned to ashes. Her sun-and-stars had fallen from his horse, the maegi Mirri Maz Duur had murdered Rhaego in her womb, and Dany had smothered the empty shell of Khal Drogo with her own two hands. Afterward Drogo's great khalasar had shattered. (A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys X)

"I have never liked you, Cersei, but you were my own sister, so I never did you harm. You've ended that. I will hurt you for this. I don't know how yet, but give me time. A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you'll know the debt is paid."(A Clash of Kings - Tyrion XII) "He killed him, Jaime. Just as he'd warned me. One day when I thought myself safe and happy he would turn my joy to ashes in my mouth, he said." "Tyrion said that?" Jaime had not wanted to believe it.(A Storm of Swords - Jaime VII) The Kettleblacks came next, all three of them in turn. Osney and Osfryd told the tale of his supper with Cersei before the Battle of the Blackwater, and of the threats he'd made. "He told Her Grace that he meant to do her harm," said Ser Osfryd. "To hurt her." His brother Osney elaborated. "He said he would wait for a day when she was happy, and make her joy turn to ashes in her mouth."(A Storm of Swords - Tyrion IX)

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Emilia Clarke and Isaac Hempstead Wright - GoT Stills

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Emilia Clarke and Isaac Hempstead Wright - GoT Stills

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Barefoot

Dany and Bran book parallels - part 18

1) Wanting to be far away from the crowd

Dany could hear the singing of the red priests as they lit their night fires and the shouts of ragged children playing games beyond the walls of the estate. For a moment she wished she could be out there with them, barefoot and breathless and dressed in tatters, with no past and no future and no feast to attend at Khal Drogo's manse. (A Game of Thrones - Daenerys I)

People never looked up. That was another thing he liked about climbing; it was almost like being invisible.He liked how it felt too, pulling himself up a wall stone by stone, fingers and toes digging hard into the small crevices between. He always took off his boots and went barefoot when he climbed; it made him feel as if he had four hands instead of two. (A Game of Thrones - Bran II)

2) Entry onto the world of magic

There was a door ahead of her, tiny with distance, but even from afar, she saw that it was painted red. She walked faster, and her bare feet left bloody footprints on the stone."You don't want to wake the dragon, do you?"(A Game of Thrones - Daenerys IX) Pyat Pree took his leave as well, vowing to petition the Undying Ones for an audience. "A honor rare as summer snows." Before he left he kissed her bare feet with his pale blue lips and pressed on her a gift, a jar of ointment that he swore would let her see the spirits of the air.(A Clash of Kings - Daenerys II)

Faster and faster the visions came, one after the other, until it seemed as if the very air had come alive. Shadows whirled and danced inside a tent, boneless and terrible. A little girl ran barefoot toward a big house with a red door. (A Clash of Kings - Daenerys IV)

The best way was to start from the godswood, shinny up the tall sentinel, and cross over the armory and the guards hall, leaping roof to roof, barefoot so the guards wouldn't hear you overhead . That brought you up to the blind side of the First Keep, the oldest part of the castle, a squat round fortress that was taller than it looked. Only rats and spiders lived there now but the old stones still made for good climbing. You could go straight up to where the gargoyles leaned out blindly over empty space, and swing from gargoyle to gargoyle, hand over hand, around to the north side. From there, if you really stretched, you could reach out and pull yourself over to the broken tower where it leaned close. The last part was the scramble up the blackened stones to the eyrie, no more than ten feet, and then the crows would come round to see if you'd brought any corn.Bran was moving from gargoyle to gargoyle with the ease of long practice when he heard the voices. (A Game of Thrones - Bran II)

3)  Dany and Cersei : Bloody footprints

"Bring him back to me," she whispered to Mirri Maz Duur before she fled. Outside, the sun was low on the horizon, the sky a bruised red. The khalasar had made camp. Tents and sleeping mats were scattered as far as the eye could see. A hot wind blew. Jhogo and Aggo were digging a firepit to burn the dead stallion. A crowd had gathered to stare at Dany with hard black eyes, their faces like masks of beaten copper. She saw Ser Jorah Mormont, wearing mail and leather now, sweat beading on his broad, balding forehead.He pushed his way through the Dothraki to Dany's side. When he saw the scarlet footprints her boots had left on the ground, the color seemed to drain from his face. "What have you done, you little fool?" he asked hoarsely."I had to save him.""We could have fled," he said. "I would have seen you safe to Asshai, Princess. There was no need …""Am I truly your princess?" she asked him."You know you are, gods save us both.""Then help me now."Ser Jorah grimaced. "Would that I knew how."Mirri Maz Duur's voice rose to a high, ululating wail that sent a shiver down Dany's back. Some of the Dothraki began to mutter and back away. The tent was aglow with the light of braziers within. Through the blood-spattered sandsilk, she glimpsed shadows moving.(A Game of Thrones - Daenerys VIII)

It should be Jaime beside me. He would draw his golden sword and slash a path right through the mob, carving the eyes out of the head of every man who dared to look at her. The paving stones were cracked and uneven, slippery underfoot, and rough against her soft feet. Her heel came down on something sharp, a stone or piece of broken crockery. Cersei cried out in pain. "I asked for sandals," she spat at Septa Unella. "You could have given me sandals, you could have done that much." The knight wrenched at her arm again, as if she were some common serving wench. Has he forgotten who I am? She was the queen of Westeros; he had no right to lay rough hands on her.Near the bottom of the hill, the slope gentled and the street began to widen. Cersei could see the Red Keep again, shining crimson in the morning sun atop Aegon's High Hill. I must keep walking. She wrenched free of Ser Theodan's grasp. "You do not need to drag me, ser." She limped on, leaving a trail of bloody footprints on the stones behind her.She walked through mud and dung, bleeding, goosefleshed, hobbling. All around her was a babble of sound. "My wife has sweeter teats than those," a man shouted. A teamster cursed as the Poor Fellows ordered his wagon out of the way. "Shame, shame, shame on the sinner," chanted the septas.(A Dance with Dragons - Cersei II)

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Emilia Clarke and Iain Glen - GoT Stills

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I feel like I have to specify that when I say I hate Reylo I don’t mean people shouldn’t be able to ship whatever the hell they want, because I honestly could not care less. When I say that I hate Reylo what I mean is that there is an extremely vocal and offputting majority in the Reylo fandom that consistently puts forward meta-analysis of Star Wars–and more succinctly, Kylo Ren–that I find abhorrent, disgusting, delusional, and at worst regressive. I also mean, when I say I hate Reylo, that I hate the idea of Reylo being canon, because it would be shitty, stupid, regressive writing if it does.

Ship whatever you want and anyone who’s on you for it probably needs to get a life. But if you start openly advocating for abusive actions to be considered “romantic,” handwaving real critique of the source material, and posting “meta analysis” that’s deeply problematic you should probably be prepared for some backlash.

I do not care what you ship. Go, be free, write your beautiful fic and draw your beautiful fanart. But you can’t tell me not to care about toxicity in fandom and regressive writing in canon.

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Playing

Dany and Bran book parallels - part 17

1) Longing to play outside

When he was gone, Dany went to her window and looked out wistfully on the waters of the bay. The square brick towers of Pentos were black silhouettes outlined against the setting sun. Dany could hear the singing of the red priests as they lit their night fires and the shouts of ragged children playing games beyond the walls of the estate. For a moment she wished she could be out there with them, barefoot and breathless and dressed in tatters, with no past and no future and no feast to attend at Khal Drogo's manse. ( A Game of Thrones - Daenerys I)

Bran watched from his window seat. Wherever the boy went, Grey Wind was there first, loping ahead to cut him off, until Rickon saw him, screamed in delight, and went pelting off in another direction. Shaggydog ran at his heels, spinning and snapping if the other wolves came too close. His fur had darkened until he was all black, and his eyes were green fire. Bran's Summer came last. He was silver and smoke, with eyes of yellow gold that saw all there was to see. Smaller than Grey Wind, and more wary. Bran thought he was the smartest of the litter. He could hear his brother's breathless laughter as Rickon dashed across the hard-packed earth on little baby legs.His eyes stung. He wanted to be down there, laughing and running. Angry at the thought, Bran knuckled away the tears before they could fall.(A Game of Thrones - Bran IV)

2) Memory of playing in the bazaar and crypt

"When I was a little girl, I loved to play in the bazaar," Dany told Ser Jorah as they wandered down the shady aisle between the stalls. "It was so alive there, all the people shouting and laughing, so many wonderful things to look at … though we seldom had enough coin to buy anything … well, except for a sausage now and again, or honeyfingers … do they have honeyfingers in the Seven Kingdoms, the kind they bake in Tyrosh?" ( A Game of Thrones - Daenerys VI)

Bran could not recall the last time he had been in the crypts. It had been before, for certain. When he was little, he used to play down here with Robb and Jon and his sisters.He wished they were here now; the vault might not have seemed so dark and scary. ( A Game of Thrones - Bran VII)

3) Playing with Summer and Drogon

Drogon looped his neck around to nip at her hand. His teeth were very sharp, but he never broke her skin when they played like this. Dany laughed, and rolled him back and forth until he roared, his tail lashing like a whip. ( A Storm of Swords - Daenerys IV)

Meera shook her head. "Does he never grow angry?""Not with me." Bran grabbed the wolf by his ears and Summer snapped at him fiercely, but it was all in play. "Sometimes he tears my garb but he's never drawn blood."

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Dany and Bran : Season 1 parallels - part 3

Doreah tells Dany a story of the origin of dragons.Old Nan sits by Bran’s bedside and talks about the Long Night.

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Emilia Clarke and Isaac Hempstead Wright - GoT Costumes