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Anywhere you go let me go too

Part 1

#jonsa #so cute

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i don't trust anyone who hates sansa stark

#sansa stark #right!?

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There are a lot of hedging Jonsaesque comments like this on TWOW theories with no backlash on YouTube:

Sansa has to remarry at some point. Continuing the Stark bloodline is her duty and it will secure her reign as a ruler. Now the good question is who will she marry. GRRM has teased many times who this could be. It should be someone who fits the "High Lord who is brave, gentle, strong" description. It should be someone who is like the heroes of the songs (Prince Aemon the dragon knight and Florian the Fool) if not even better. It should be someone who is also willing enough to give up any claim or name and take up the Stark name. Now I can think of one person though, who checks off all this points, but I am not sure if I should say it

and they get upvotes.

People, especially men, are willing to see the logic of the pairing so long as the word “Jonsa” is unmentioned. So stupid.

Yup! Saying jonsa is considered high treason in this fandom . . . .

#jonsa #just say it

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Thoughts

#sophie turner #kit harington #😮

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“You are very beautiful, my lady,” the seamstress said when she was dressed.

“I am, aren’t I?” Sansa giggled, and spun, her skirts swirling around

#my heart #sansa stark

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wee

#jonsa #cute

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Something I've been thinking a lot about lately is how Jon knows what it's like to be burned. With his hand, he doesn't feel it in the moment but that's probably adrenaline more than anything else.

"You do not look well. How is your hand?" "Healing." Jon flexed his bandaged fingers to show him. He had burned himself more badly than he knew throwing the flaming drapes, and his right hand was swathed in silk halfway to the elbow. At the time he'd felt nothing; the agony had come after. His cracked red skin oozed fluid, and fearsome blood blisters rose between his fingers, big as roaches. "The maester says I'll have scars, but otherwise the hand should be as good as it was before." "A scarred hand is nothing. On the Wall, you'll be wearing gloves often as not." It was not the thought of scars that troubled Jon; it was the rest of it. Maester Aemon had given him milk of the poppy, yet even so, the pain had been hideous. At first it had felt as if his hand were still aflame, burning day and night. Only plunging it into basins of snow and shaved ice gave any relief at all. Jon thanked the gods that no one but Ghost saw him writhing on his bed, whimpering from the pain.

-AGOT, Jon VIII

And then there's the scene of his wound getting cauterized. Which, yeah, he's otherwise injured and just escaped the wildlings, experiencing a lot of physical pain and internal turmoil, etc., etc. Still:

Maester Aemon sniffed Jon's wound again. Then he put the bloody cloth back in the basin and said, "Donal, the hot knife, if you please. I shall need you to hold him still." I will not scream, Jon told himself when he saw the blade glowing red hot. But he broke that vow as well. Donal Noye held him down, while Clydas helped guide the maester's hand. Jon did not move, except to pound his fist against the table, again and again and again. The pain was so huge he felt small and weak and helpless inside it, a child whimpering in the dark. Ygritte, he thought, when the stench of burning flesh was in his nose and his own shriek echoing in her ears. Ygritte, I had to. For half a heartbeat the agony started to ebb. But then the iron touched him once again, and he fainted.

-ASOS, Jon VI

This doesn't even touch on how he feels about the R'hollor crew and stories of people intentionally being burned. Whether he's there when King's Landing burns or hears about it, he will be able to empathize with the people of the city. There will be survivors, some with burns like on his hand and some with way worse. There won't be enough milk of the poppy for everyone. There will be men, women, children, soldiers, civilians, and old people burned and screaming in pain. Before KL burns, Jon will have heard about the other places DT has been as well. They're not gonna be pals.

But there will be conflict in his interactions with DT. Jon fiddles with his hands when he's conflicted or distressed:

Jon's breath misted the air. If I lie to him, he'll know. He looked Mance Rayder in the eyes, opened and closed his burned hand. "I wear the cloak you gave me, Your Grace."

-ASOS, Jon II

Lots of examples from AGOT, when his hand is still freshly burned and in more pain:

"Grief and noise," Mormont grumbled. "That's all they're good for, ravens. Why I put up with that pestilential bird … if there was news of Lord Eddard, don't you think I would have sent for you? Bastard or no, you're still his blood. The message concerned Ser Barristan Selmy. It seems he's been removed from the Kingsguard. They gave his place to that black dog Clegane, and now Selmy's wanted for treason. The fools sent some watchmen to seize him, but he slew two of them and escaped." Mormont snorted, leaving no doubt of his view of men who'd send gold cloaks against a knight as renowed as Barristan the Bold. "We have white shadows in the woods and unquiet dead stalking our halls, and a boy sits the Iron Throne," he said in disgust. The raven laughed shrilly. "Boy, boy, boy, boy." Ser Barristan had been the Old Bear's best hope, Jon remembered; if he had fallen, what chance was there that Mormont's letter would be heeded? He curled his hand into a fist. Pain shot through his burned fingers. "What of my sisters?"

-AGOT, Jon VIII

When Jon had been Bran's age, he had dreamed of doing great deeds, as boys always did. The details of his feats changed with every dreaming, but quite often he imagined saving his father's life. Afterward Lord Eddard would declare that Jon had proved himself a true Stark, and place Ice in his hand. Even then he had known it was only a child's folly; no bastard could ever hope to wield a father's sword. Even the memory shamed him. What kind of man stole his own brother's birthright? I have no right to this, he thought, no more than to Ice. He twitched his burned fingers, feeling a throb of pain deep under the skin. "My lord, you honor me, but—"

-AGOT, Jon VIII

Jon raised the hood of his heavy cloak and gave the horse her head. Castle Black was silent and still as he rode out, with Ghost racing at his side. Men watched from the Wall behind him, he knew, but their eyes were turned north, not south. No one would see him go, no one but Sam Tarly, struggling back to his feet in the dust of the old stables. He hoped Sam hadn't hurt himself, falling like that. He was so heavy and so ungainly, it would be just like him to break a wrist or twist his ankle getting out of the way. "I warned him," Jon said aloud. "It was nothing to do with him, anyway." He flexed his burned hand as he rode, opening and closing the scarred fingers. They still pained him, but it felt good to have the wrappings off.

-AGOT, Jon IX

Not until he was well beyond the village did Jon slow again. By then both he and the mare were damp with sweat. He dismounted, shivering, his burned hand aching. A bank of melting snow lay under the trees, bright in the moonlight, water trickling off to form small shallow pools. Jon squatted and brought his hands together, cupping the runoff between his fingers. The snowmelt was icy cold. He drank, and splashed some on his face, until his cheeks tingled. His fingers were throbbing worse than they had in days, and his head was pounding too. I am doing the right thing, he told himself, so why do I feel so bad?

-AGOT, Jon IX

#jon snow #tw burns #may be triggering #Jon does know

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Five times the Lord Commander visits the Queen in the North — and the one time he stays.

“Jon, I’m going to ask you something, and it will be the last time I ever ask.” He nods, resignation behind his eyes. He knows what she’s going to say.

it's been a while (but i still feel the same) by usuallysunny

#jonsa #such good fancasts

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If someone does my Sansa in wow wrong. They need killed off.

#sansa stark #asoiaf #wow #my precious

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I was talking of ASOIAF btw in the books brienne is who first comes to mind where her and Jaime have such a large age gap and she is said by everyone including herself to be unattractive.

Also I've seen Arya be shipped with much older men and I've never seen anyone upset about it. Least in comparison to Dany and Sansa.

And brienne and Arya have very large fanbases.

But I've never seen push back

Just thinking about how the pretty girls in ASOIAF get defended in age gap/ morally ambiguous ships and the (ugly) girls don't.

#Gwendolyn is older than brienne who is just 18 #and arya just 9 when the series starts

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Just thinking about how the pretty girls in ASOIAF get defended in age gap/ morally ambiguous ships and the (ugly) girls don't.

#asoiaf #fandom telling on themselves #especially them age gaps like does being ugly make you older

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#euron greyjoy

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“rhaegar sucks,” i say into the mic.

the crowd boos. i begin to walk off in shame, when two voices speak and command silence from the room.

“she’s right,” they say. i look for the owners of the voices. there in the third row stand: elia martell and lyanna stark

#anti rhaegar targaryen #i love it

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What do you think of the dynamics between Baratheon brothers?

I rarely do because they don't particularly fascinate me.

It's three orphans, two of whom watched their parents die on the sea in real time. They were almost home, but then a storm took them and they got to watch start to finish.

The storm came up suddenly, howling, and Shipbreaker Bay proved the truth of its name. The lord's two-masted galley Windproud broke up within sight of his castle. From its parapets his two eldest sons had watched as their father's ship was smashed against the rocks and swallowed by the waters.  (ACOK, Prologue)

Did they pray while they watched it happen? Or did they just hope against hope? Did they lose faith in the benevolence of the gods that day, in the certainty of anything?

They all turn into their worst possible selves over the following course of their lives because none of them were capable of forming a comforting bond with one another in the aftermath.

Robert tried to replace his lost family with Ned's, or otherwise with any pleasant distraction available, but only ever for a time. All joy is fleeting, all commitment a scary prison. The one thing he remains fixated on to his death? The girl that died before he could have her.

Serious Stannis was left behind when Robert went ot the Vale, alone and in charge, and constantly resentful, forcing the world to conform to rules wherever he had the power to do so. Beyond practicality, beyond sense. Because it's the rules. It's the law. It's how it's supposed to happen.

And Renly just wanted anyone to pay some level of attention to him, offer him some joy instead of bleakness, some life instead of ghosts. Easy prey.

They kept Patchface around because Cressen insisted on it. He makes for a telling picture.

Patchface himself had said nothing. The witty, clever lad that Lord Steffon had written of never reached Storm's End; the boy they found was someone else, broken in body and mind, hardly capable of speech, much less of wit. 

I think a lot of what became of them is grounded in the way they lost their parents.

#baratheon brothers #asoiaf meta #all this #this is so well done

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what are some of your favorite jonsa fics? or if you're not too much of a fic reader, what about asoiaf metas in general?

FICS:

This master piece

This pretty

This beauty

This precious 

Everything she writes

METAS:

I simply love the way she writes

Everything from my Knight in shining armor 

Thanks anon :D

#jonsa fic rec #reblog for later

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She had everything on a platter she could of chose harwin

I hope you understand what I'm trying to get across.

One thing that bothers me so much about TB is how they think Rhaenyra's behaviour at the betrothal tour is 100% valid. Yes, being forced on such a tour is awful but Rhaenyra got a chance that no other woman in Westeros got (some of her great-aunts could choose between suitors but not to the extent that Rhaenyra could). The only thing similar that I can think of is The Maidens Ball, where a Aegon III could choose.

Rhaenyra was being rude to the lords and knights, she didn't show any concern for the fight happening and the death that followed (already showing her abilities as a leader and what her reign might look like). Some TB stans go on and on about how she was in an awful marriage (laenor, who himself didn't have any say in the matter) even though she had the chance to choose someone herself. It didn't have to be true love, it could have simply been a handsome knight or maybe she and a lord have similar interests. Rhaenyra could have chosen Harwin Strong (TB stans I've talked to say he loved being a side piece but I honestly think nobody likes living like that).

They don't understand that Rhaenyra not taking her task at the betrothal tour seriously or at least pretending to (since it's also the realm seeing her) could have helped her a lot. She probably wouldn't be digging her own grave.

Oh, absolutely, Rhaenyra behaved so poorly during her betrothal tour and at Storm's End. Everyone put so much time, effort and money* into this and she could not muster one single fuck.

*even Lord Baratheon! No wonder Borros doesn't take her claim to the throne seriously.

#anti team black

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Jon Snow would receive at least one valentine every year.

A Valentine for Everyone by @redwolf17

#jonsa #so adorable