In my eyes, Tormund is such an underrated character - he's literally my favourite. People tell me it's just because I think he's funny with Brienne, but that's not even close to the real reason.
Yes, he's a funny guy and he really makes me smile when I see clips of him on a bad pain day. But he's also very respectful. He saw so much beauty in Brienne. He saw her size and her skill in battle and I really think he fell for her. Which was incredibly sweet. However, what I love most about him is how he handled being rejected by the 'Big Woman'. He didn't try and convince her that he was better than Jaime, or that he'd treat her better and support all of her endeavours (which I'm certain he would do) when it came to battle and wanting to be a Knight. He didn't lash out at Jaime.
He respected her decision even though it hurt him to do so. And that is why Tormund is my favourite character.
IMAGINE...YOU’RE A MEMBER OF THE NIGHT’S WATCH AND GET CAPTURED BY THE FREE FOLK NORTH OF THE WALL
(I wrote this for self indulgence and then decided why not share it lol)
Your whole life you had been different. Your thoughts, your dreams, even your body was different. You were born with a girl’s body; a softness and curviness to it that a man shouldn’t have. You had the parts of a girl. From a pair of round breasts, not too large and not too small, and an ass that had gotten you plenty of compliments in your life. But it wasn’t you. That’s not what you were meant to be.
You were born with a girl’s body, but deep down you knew that you were meant to be a boy.
Your family fought you and beat you; they prayed to the gods to save your soul, to take away whatever darkness possessed you to believe such things. Eventually, you stopped fighting with them and tried to make yourself believe as they did. It didn’t work.
You ran away from home when you were sixteen and never looked back; with no money to get across the narrow sea, you went to the only place you hoped you could be who you knew yourself to be and it not be discovered what you were hiding.
And it worked. It worked for years, in fact.
You took your vows and became a brother of the Night’s Watch. You went ranging beyond the wall with the likes of Benjen Stark and spoke well into the night with Maester Aemon about his life and whatever mysteries of the world he knew.
And then you went ranging and your party was captured by a dozen or so Free Folk.
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“You’re a little too pretty to be a crow.” The red headed Wildling accused from across the fire, sharpening his axe as he stared at you – making it impossible to think he was talking to anyone else.
“Yeah?” was all you bothered to ask in return, tired and cold and paranoid – just waiting for them to get tired of you as they had the other five brothers you had rode out with. In the wildlings defense, it had been Tucker who had instigated the assault – it would have been too easy to go around the Free Folk as you had suggested, he just had to pick a fight as always.
His body was now ashes in the fire.
The giant of a man muttered an “aye” and moved to sit beside you, his axe back on his hip. He took a seat beside you in the snow and reached out to grab your chin. “Pretty and short…and your voice…”
You stiffened; your voice was the one thing you found the easiest to mask. You had always had a more neutral sounding tone.
“…ahh, your parents must not have fed you enough as a boy!” the man burst out into loud laughter prompting the other wildlings to do the same
“Not enough ale.” You tried to tease in return with a small grimace
You didn’t have an issue with the Free Folk; they were simply people born on the wrong side of the wall. It was only when they attacked you and your brothers without reason that gave you a cause to be angry.
“Not enough….” The man laughed even harder at that and slapped a hand against your shoulder, knocking you forward slightly.
You managed to catch yourself, which was a trick since your hands were tied a little too tightly in front of you, and pushed yourself back into a seated position in time for the man to grab the back of your neck and lean as close as humanly possible to your face.
“You know…we have people like you back in the village.” The red-head hummed into your ear, “I’ve lain with a few of them, even. But…how is it that you have been allowed to be a part of the Night’s Watch? I thought only men with cocks could join them.”
You paled and your heart stopped.
He did know.
He knew and he wasn’t...he wasn’t judging. He was only curious about it? About you?
You felt tears prickling in your eyes and quickly looked away from him so he wouldn’t see; just what you needed for him to see, your less than manly reaction to his words. To his…niceness?
“They don’t know actually.” You didn’t bother to wince at the softness of your voice as you let out a shaky breath and looked back at him, “My brothers…they don’t know. I’ve kept it a secret from them for…for years. Since I joined. The Night’s Watch was the safest place for me.” And that is saying something since…if the others found out about my body…quite a few of them would hurt me in…unimaginable ways.
The man seemed to have similar thoughts before his eyes narrowed and he said, “You southern pricks…all your rules about life and how you’re supposed to live.” He turned his head and spit on the ground, “Fuck them. Fuck you crows, fuck you southern shits…”
You laughed, “A shared sentiment, friend.”
He laughed along with you and released your neck, “You can stay with us! We could always use a capable fighter such as yourself.”
“I…I can’t…” you shook your head immediately, “I…I can’t just leave the Night’s Watch.”
“Then you’ll be kept as our prisoner.” The man hissed, grabbing the rope binding your hands, “You’ll be kept as our prisoner for the rest of your days.” It wasn’t ruthless. He wasn’t being cruel.
It was…it was his way of giving you a way out, and your heart broke at the thought of this stranger – a wildling no less – showing you more kindness in ten minutes than anyone else had in your entire life.
“Castle Black is my home,”
“A home that doesn’t accept you for who you really are.”
Whatever you were going to say next stuck in your throat. He wasn’t wrong. You had a few friends back on the Wall, but for the most part, you were left alone day in and day out. People knew you were hiding things and so they mistrusted you. Lord Commander Mormont, Maester Aemon, Benjen…they were the only ones who would speak to you without expecting you to show off your whole life story. Perhaps it was because they came from noble families who had their own secrets to keep.
“What is your name, boy?”
I’m not a boy! I…I’m a man! Your brain argued and you barely stopped yourself from saying so. You had, after all, seen over twenty years!
“Y/n, my name is Y/n.”
The red-head smirked and slapped you on the back, “Tormund Giantsbane, welcome to the family.”
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Day 1 : 23.03.2020: Missing Scene
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Game of Thrones spoilers ahead, so if you dont wanna read, keep scrolling.
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Okay, wow, lots going on here. Gonna start with the deaths, then the possible head count.
-Lyanna Mormont, sweetie, you were amazing, and you made Bear Island proud. Your ferocity is measured pound for pound and then some. You were the second bravest little girl on the show, and i commend you.
-Ser Jorah Mormont, you were always one of my faves, you defended Dany, and always did what you could for her. I admire you loyalty and determination. You fought well, and died well.
-Theon. Oh, Theon, you precious man. You haven’t always done the right thing, and in fact have done great wrong. But you made up for it tonight. You charged the Night King, knowing you would die, and you did it anyway. Well done, Greyjoy. I’m proud of you.
-LORD FUCKING BERIC, YOU GLORIOUS ASSHOLE. I loved his death, and I loved his story. And the whole “I’m afraid of death” “tell that to her” bit, was gold and beautiful, and i’m going to miss you so much. You kinda did a bad thing giving Gendry to Melisandre, but if you hadn’t he wouldn’t be who he is today.
-Melisandre, you edgy bitch, teach me that fire spell i need it in my life. You did something actually decent for once in the show’s run. I’ll miss... hardly anything really, but you had that aesthetic (tm) down, girl.
-Edd, you weren’t a particularly memorable character to me, other than you, Sam, and Jon all went to the watch together. You died protecting Sam, and I appreciate that, because it is a truth universally acknowledged, that if a protagonist has a friend named Sam, they are forbidden to die, so says J.R.R. Tolkien and George R.R. Martin.
-FUCK YOU NIGHT KING YOU GOT WHAT YOU EARNED YOU SADISTIC EDGE LORD GO MELT YOU ASS DOWN IN HELL FUCKING HATE YOUUUUU. (RIP Viserion...again)
Headcount:
-Jon and Dany, obviously.
-Sansa and Tyrion, who were ready to throw down, but were told “you’re too important, to the crypts with you.”
-ARYA YOU FANTASTIC LITTLE ASSASSIN YOU!!!! So fucking proud of her!!!
-Gendry is alive, I SAW ARYA KISSING SOMEONE SO IT HAS TO BE GENDRY MY SON IS ALIVE.
-Brianne, Jaime, and Podrick are...damaged, but okay. There were A LOT of white walkers you guys.
-Disregarding what I said, Sam is still, inexplicably alive. At one point he was almost buried beneath white walkers, and still survived. I don’t get it, but he’s alive, because he’s still important for whatever reason.
-Gilly and lil Sam, i think? The crypt was very dark, you see.
-Giantsbane, probably. The man is too stubborn to die.
-Both of the surviving dragons, continue to survive
-Ser Davos, who, besides Sam, has the least amount of battle prowess, but survived The Blackwater, the Battle of the Bastards, and now The Great War in the North. He’s good at hiding, and therefor will never die.
-And, of course, Bran, who literally cannot die for the show to continue.
Fair State Brewing’s Giantsbane Imperial Stout (Picked up at a Weis in Conshohocken, PA). A 4 of 4. Smells rather lightly of roast and cocoa. The body, however, has a lot of complexity with more chocolate-like and coffee qualities as well as a touch of smoke. Nice creamy body, and finishes with some lingering coffee and roast on the palate. Quite excellent.
