So awhile back I read a post saying Robb Stark deserved to die. I always felt that this just wasn’t true. You see, I believe that while Robb maybe have made quite a few mistakes, they weren’t necessarily his fault. With Jeyne he did the honorable thing, the stupid…
As much as I like to pretend that I don’t read fanfiction, I think the cat is well and truly out of the bag by now. So! Here are some of my (extremely long-winded) thoughts on magic reveal fics (mostly bitching at the official Merlin writers, unfortunately). Illustrated by slightly random gifs for the purpose of breaking up the WALL OF TEXT. Also, spoilers ahoy! LOTS OF SPOILERS. Spoilers for the WHOLE DAMN SHOW.
Yes yes yessss
I gave up watching after Season 4 Episode 8 (and just watched the last episode because I love pain and torture…why did I do it) because I just couldn’t with the plots anymore. It was with so much sadness because I genuinely loved the cast and Brolin’s chemistry (which, lbr, carried the show when it was dying and wheezing in the clutches of bad writing and WTF)
I think it says a lot about the writing when missed opportunities are GAPING HOLES instead of small things you might catch upon repeated rewatches. It made me want to elbow the writers out of the way and write episodes myself, which is not good.
I wrote a really long and angry rant about the problems with Merlin and its writing when I finally gave it up 2 years ago and it all boiled down to the fact that the writers in the show didn’t do the actors or the potential of the storylines justice. I don’t know how Season Five was - admittedly - so maybe I’ll revise that post when - if - I do decide to finish the thing.
This could have been a gorgeous show, full stop, but it was an okay show with a gorgeous cast and I just couldn’t bear watching the talent being squandered on bad writing and bad plot choices so I’m sorry for giving up on it but that’s that ;__; maybe one day when I have the time or the courage
SPOILERS THROUGH THE ENTIRE ASOIAF SERIES
Perhaps “evil” is too strong a word - what I meant is that Bran’s storyline is sinking further and further into this scary ass nightmare winter horror show and Bran, rather than being the hero, seems to be turning into the monster - which…
Friendly reminder that almost all the characters lose everything they hold dearest. All the Starks lost their family. Jon lost Robb and Ygritte, Sam lost the only friend he ever had. Gilly lost her baby. Rickon lost his home. Sansa lost her dreams, Bran his legs, Arya her identity, Ned his honor, Catelyn her children. Cersei lost her beauty, son, and power, Jaime his hand. Loras lost Renly, Robert Arryn lost his mother, Petyr lost Catelyn. Daenerys is losing power over her dragons, Jorah lost the two women he loved. Jeyne Poole lost Sansa, her father, and her dignity. Robb lost his two best friends, the woman he loved, and the North, and Theon lost everything ✿◕‿◕✿
“Where are we going?” she asked again.
This time the Hound answered her. “You have an aunt in the Eyrie. Might be she’ll want to ransom your scrawny arse, though the gods know why. Once we find the high road, we can follow it all the way to the Bloody Gate.”
Aunt Lysa. The thought left Arya feeling empty. It was her mother she wanted, not her mother’s sister.
‘In my life, I have wanted for little, and what I have wanted for I have quickly come to see that I cannot have, and because of this I have learned that it is wrong for me to want. You told me something once, a very long time ago.’ She was wrapped in his cloak, as it was cold, and the moon door lay open at their feet. ‘You told me that when you know what a man wants, you know who he is, and how to move him. And I thought how lucky for me, the girl who could want nothing.’
He frowned. ‘My lady…’
‘No. Listen. It has been so long that I have gotten back to wanting, and I seem to have forgotten how. I was doing it wrong, though, all along. You taught me that. The foolish girl I was then, standing at windows and staring out and waiting for someone else to make the moves I prayed for. I’m not a waiter any longer. I’m not a wanter, either. You have taught me how to be selfish, and cruel, and how to take.’
She reached out and put one, cold hand on his chest. ‘So my question, Lord Baelish, is this. Did I move you?’
And she gave a quick, short shove.