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make me choose ♥ the hound or the mountain | asked by anonymous

I was younger than you, six, maybe seven. A woodcarver set up shop in the village under my father’s keep, and to buy favor he sent us gifts. The old man made marvelous toys. I don’t remember what I got, but it was Gregor’s gift I wanted. A wooden knight, all painted up, every joint pegged separate and fixed with strings, so you could make him fight. Gregor is five years older than me, the toy was nothing to him, he was already a squire, near six foot tall and muscled like an ox. So I took his knight, but there was no joy to it, I tell you. I was scared all the while, and true enough, he found me. There was a brazier in the room. Gregor never said a word, just picked me up under his arm and shoved the side of my face down in the burning coals and held me there while I screamed and screamed. You saw how strong he is. Even then, it took three grown men to drag him off me. The septons preach about the seven hells. What do they know? Only a man who’s been burned knows what hell is truly like.

travllingbunny:

everybodyrelaxigotthis:

theladyofsummer:

coveredincleganedna:

katemarzullo:

Shout-out to all my true Sandor Clegane homies who recognize that he’s more than just a walking badass catchphrase machine, who accept or at the very least acknowledge SanSan, and who don’t celebrate his drunkenness or just want him to come back and kick Gregor’s ass.

I also accept and acknowledge his huge cock.  

I also accept the fact that he’s actually a giant cry baby who just needs some help in dealing with all the trauma he’s been forced to face.

Continuing this beautiful thread, I accept that Sandor’s arc has as much to do with redemption, as it does with a sense of belonging.
“The worst part is that my brother did it…”
That delicious, damaged bad ass just wants to be wanted.  

I accept, acknowledge and appreciate his emotional breakdowns and the fact that he cries at least three times in the books during those. 

I accept and appreciate his secret desire to be a knight from the songs, since he was a little boy who wanted to play with Gregor’s unwanted wooden knight toy, to the scary adult warrior dude who talks nihilism all day long but secretly wants Sansa to sing him a song about Florian and Jonquil and wishes he could have saved and protected her. 

I accept and acknowledge the fact that, left to his own devices after leaving the service of the Lannisters and while roaming the chaotic and war-torn Riverlands, this famous killing machine didn’t kill anyone except in self-defense or as a mercy killing. 

I accept, acknowledge and appreciate the fact he showed on multiple occasion that he has brains and can use them to trick people and solve a problem (e.g. how to get the boatmen to take him and Arya across the river, how to get into the Twins unrecognized – his understanding of the arrogance of the highborn people helped him there). 

I accept and acknowledge his feeling of contentment when he was briefly given a chance to work as a common field hand in a Vale village, and his disappointment when that was taken away from him and he was told in no uncertain terms that he cannot escape his reputation and infamy; and the fact that he simply asked for the wages he had earned through honest work and left (rather than, say, beating up and robbing honest farmers, as some prefer their version of the Hound to do).