“[Cersei] even decided to bust Brienne’s chops over Jaime - a man she no longer even seems to be interested in herself. It’s worth noting too that the series has landed down firmly on the “Brienne secretly loves Jaime” side of the fence, which weakens her character if you ask me.”—
Really doe? Like one of the biggest reasons that Brienne followed Renly was because she was in love with him and he showed her kindness by dancing with her when no one else would. That is why she was a kick ass warrior and was willing to die for him. She was still kick ass in love with Renly. Why is it a stretch for her to fall in love with Jaime when he did much more for her than dancing? He saved her from being raped. He saved her from a bear by putting his body on the line. He told her things he never told another soul. And he’s fucking handsome as all get out too.
It doesn’t make her less kick ass to be in love with him. Just means she’s a human being with human feelings who has fallen in love.
Or even more accurately with women who aren’t traditional love interests as not being as bad ass if they are in love or the insistence that this has to be a brotp because she is not traditionally beautiful. Meanwhile people eat up Sandor and Sansa like it going out of style. I’m not saying that as a insult to people who like that pairing. I’m saying that it is interesting that our reactions to the traditional beauty and the beast trope is acceptable when a male is the beast. But if a woman is less than a runway model they are seen as someone unworthy of romantic love.
“Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.”—Frida Kahlo (via bluegirls)