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To those who say Jonerys will never happen in the books, just a quick reminder Dany has been dreaming of him, even if she has not seen his face yet…

Lying abed in her narrow bunk, she found herself wondering how it would be to have a man squeezed in beside her in place of her handmaid, and the thought was more exciting than it should have been. Sometimes she would close her eyes and dream of him, but it was never Jorah Mormont she dreamed of; her lover was always younger and more comely, though his face remained a shifting shadow.

Daenerys, ACOK

He was who he was; Jon Snow, bastard and oathbreaker, motherless, friendless, and damned. For the rest of his life –however long that might be– he would be condemned to be an outsider, the silent man standing in the shadows who dares not speak his true name

Jon, AGOT

The flames crackled softly, and in their crackling she heard the whispered name Jon Snow. His long face floated before her, limned in tongues of red and orange, appearing and disappearing again, a shadow half-seen behind a fluttering curtain.

Melisandre, ADWD

Jon’s face and presence is often referred to as being in the shadows, he’s always been the outsider, watching the Stark children play and even if he did play himself sometimes, he tried his best to avoid irritate Lady Stark, so he kept it to himself, as the bastard he was pained to be. 

Melisandre’s visions of him, from R’hllor himself is described as Jon’s shadow hidden…It’s not SO subtle how he’s always referred to be hidden there. 


A quick reminded that when he died, she listened to Ghost’s cries…from across THE NARROW SEA…

“Jon fell to his knees. He found the dagger’s hilt and wrenched it free. In the cold night air the wound was smoking. “Ghost,” he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold … “

Jon, ADWD

“Off in the distance, a wolf howledThe sound made her feel sad and lonely, but no less hungry. As the moon rose above the grasslands, Dany slipped at last into a restless sleep.“

Daenerys, ADWD

These chapters happen at the same time, how can Daenerys Targaryen, in Meeren, listen to Jon’s murder at the Wall, North of Westeros, if not for the bond they have…without ever meeting. Call it soulmates, fate, whatever you want. Martin does not use words he does not think necessary nor he adds information that the story does not need. If you ever read one his books, you’ll know he’s sharp and everything means something, even the puzzles and riddles thrown our way. Daenerys heard his soul, Ghost’s cries (perhaps his own, warg ones), and she felt sad over it, not even knowing why.


A reminder that when Dany was at the House of the Undying, she only saw important, relevant things. Not only to herself, but to the realm: the rape of Westeros, The Red Wedding, the madness of Aerys Targaryen demanding to burn Kings Landing, Rhaegar and Elia talking of Aegon and his promised song, the fake dragon (Faegon, am I right?), Hardhome, what her son’s future would have been like, White Walkers, Rhaegar’s murmuring a woman’s name right before he died (we all assume is Lyanna’s, I guess we’ll find out eventually), and there are others, but to me it means a lot that one of these visions is:

a blue flower growing from a chink in a wall of ice, filling the air with sweetness.

Daenerys, ACOK

Oh, she also sees the red door of the house she loved and she remembers growing up, and she believed it was in Braavos. She only had important sights for the realm and herself, yet she sees a blue flower growing at the wall (if you don’t think this means Jon Snow growing at the Wall, we can’t be friends and you can’t even read this, bye! JK haha…but come on, Lyanna is said to have loved winter roses, which are blue…the same ones that composed the crown Rhaegar Targaryen crowned her with, as The Queen of Love and Beauty at the Tourney of Harrenhal. Jon lives, works, serves at the Wall, it doesn’t get any more obvious than this, y’all…only if Martin wrote she saw a ‘hot northmen with gorgeous hair at Castle Black, really…”). 

(whoever did this second gif, thank you so very much, this is beautiful <3)

So not only does this shows how important Jon is to the realm (remember how her visions are all important, not only to her but also to Westeros? *inserts my theory of them both being AA* But he’s also important to her, the flower is not just THERE, it also fills the air with sweetness, it pleases her. Do I need to say more? 


This one is very meaningful if not very telling, to me. They both feel alone, like something is missing. One can even say “they feel alone cause they are alone”, but they were not. It almost feels like there is someone out there, a better match. 

Beneath her coverlets she tossed and turned, dreaming that Hizdahr was kissing her … but his lips were blue and bruised, and when he thrust himself inside her, his manhood was cold as ice. She sat up with her hair disheveled and the bedclothes atangle. Her captain slept beside her, yet she was alone.

Daenerys, ADWD

Jon wondered where Ghost was now. Had he gone to Castle Black, or was he was running with some wolfpack in the woods? He had no sense of the direwolf, not even in his dreams. It made him feel as if part of himself had been cut off. Even with Ygritte sleeping beside him, he felt alone.

Jon, ASOS

their story is a never ending parallel.

Not to disrespect Ygritte, cause I think she was necessary to Jon’s growth. She was a great character and I do believe Jon loved her, at some point. But just like Daenerys, this love was not a choice, it was almost like a survival choice, they made the best out of a bad situation. 

He had to be with Ygritte, or Mance would have killed him, he would not believe Jon had really deserted the Night’s Watch. Ygritte wasn’t Jon’s act of rebellion, like I once read at a meta, no, she was, at first, his sacrifice/way to fill his mission. But somewhere along the way, he fell in love with her, she was strong, funny, and she awoke the sexuality in him. Again, he had to be with her, to prove himself, but it also wasn’t like he didn’t like it. 

Daenerys loved Khal Drogo? Yeah, but it was as forced as was Jon and Ygritte. One can say it was even worse for she did not go willing, she was pushed into it, sold like a slave, to get her brother an army (we do have to thank karma cause his army never came, boo-ya, sucker!). She was given to a stranger, a savage (comparing to her culture; it’s funny even to see the parallel here, both had to be with people that are considered savages, wildlings where they come from) in return of an army, and she made the best of her situation, she learnt his language, his manners, bore his child (even if the baby never came to live), she fell in love with him cause for the first time in a very long time (or forever?), she was treated with care and love (the way Drogo knew how to love) by the man in her life. 


A sweet reminder of how Daenerys thinks of her family and how she would have married Rhaegar’s son, had he lived. Rhaegar’s son, who’s Jon’s daddy again? 

Plus, we’ve seen on the show that Jon was named Aegon Targaryen too, we do not know if he will have the same name on the books but I honestly do not think they would change something so important. 

So, just another beautiful “easter egg” to ya:

Five Aegons had ruled the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. 

There would have been a sixth, but the Usurper’s dogs had murdered her brother’s son when he was still a babe at the breast. If he had lived, I might have married him. “

Daenerys, ADWD

Who says you still won’t, sweetie? Hold on, Melisandre will bring him back or he was warging Ghost, let’s just wait a bit longer, okay? 


Their journey is a never ending parallel, and their path is clearly to each other.

I don’t think the history is called ‘A Song of Ice and Fire’ without a cause, Jon may be blood of the dragon, but he’s also a Stark, and Daenerys is a Targaryen through and through…

*the lord of light aka george r.r. martin speaks through melisandre*

I’m back to reading the books and even if I’m still at AGOT, I just felt like making this, had a really bad day and making this made it a little better. 

What are your thoughts? <3 

Wonwoo: I’m so jealous of you.


Mingyu: Why?


Wonwoo: Your boyfriend looks way better than mine!

Wonwoo: *laughs and walks away*


Mingyu: wait, what?


Mingyu: Wonwoo, you are my boyfriend.


Mingyu (finaly understands) : OH MY GOD COME BACK YOU LITTLE SHIT!

Imagine Your OTP #40

Person A: *Takes A’s hand* “One day I’m putting a ring on this hand”

Person B: *breaks out laughing* “Sorry, sorry, sorry, it’s just that hun you put the ring on the left hand not right” 

Person A: “Well yo-

Person B: “Shhh” *kisses B* “I love you”

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JamieTina wedding commission for stephentrevor. I’ve been wanting to draw them getting married for so long!

(Please click on the images to see them in their rightful glory cos HOBOY did tumblr kill the quality)

**Bonus: Jamie with slicked back hair cos we agreed it also looks great! 👌👌**

the pact of ice and fire

The dragons are about to dance again, so another pact is to be made, to be sealed and last

It will bring the Dawn and set a fire to light away the Long Night’s darkness

No men can stop these two souls from meeting in a mist of love and hate

Theirs is the song of ice and fire,

 and to their hearts belongs the world’s fate

It Takes a Village Challenge

I love playing Sybok and Louise and their family, but I always get stuck with game-play. I’m thinking I might restart a save with them doing this challange by @knotleaf. It seems really fun and I get direction (like my Berry Vulcan Challenge rules) and I like that.

Hmmmmmm…..what do you think? Yes? No? Are you crazy?!?

Random Info: First Generation is all about gardening and Svaibahker (Sybok) means: “master of the bloom garden”.

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My babies, my OTP, my Eunhae. Whether they’re fighting or cuddling, it doesn’t matter. Their love brightens my darkest days and always makes me smile. I hope they can do the same for you :)

(Gifs not mine. Credit to the owners)

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"Will you always love me?" Vol. Three_Part Forty - Two // Hannigram AU | Archive of Our Own Archive of Our Own
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to @evertonem @quietduna @electrarhodes @redamancy-eunoia @sirenja-and-the-stag @crazy-dog-dude + the rest of my lovely shipmates


Summary: Will and Hannibal have known each other since their late teens. Will’s family had moved to Lithuania for a few years during his father’s tenure in the army. The Grahams became friends with the Lecters and an instant bond was formed between their two sons. Over the years, Will and Hannibal had become extremely close, almost like brothers, until Will visited Hannibal in New York for a week while the latter was attending medical school. From there, their relationship got…well let’s just say, a little complicated. Hannibal AU, mostly taking place a year ago. Will, who now is 32, is working at Johns Hopkins University, teaching classes in the psychology department. Hannibal, now 37, visits him while attending a medical conference in Baltimore. From there, we learn about their complicated history…


The following week…

And you guessed it; the week after the moment in the kitchen was…tense….to say the least. Will and Hannibal, as you also probably predicted, continued to avoid the other until the fated home visit arrived the following week. The two (ex-?) best friends had barely spoken a word, mostly filling silence with brief mentionings of what to serve and when the two of them would be home to prep for dinner, mutterings, and such and such (because they can’t figure out how to communicate properly like adults).

Despite the apprehension, Will couldn’t believe how calm and helpful Hannibal was being with this home visit; his best friend had been mindful of their dinner guests’ diets (considering that one was a child) and kept Will up to date with the preparations. All Will had to do was just show up and not act nervous.

However, on the day of the dinner, Will was extremely nervous. He had barely spoken to Hannibal that entire day; Hannibal had arrived home early from the hospital to put the final touches on dinner and Will had been in charge of straightening up the apartment whilst setting up the nice fold out dining table with leaves, a gift from Hannibal’s parents as a move-in present for the boys (oh wow…they sound like a newlywed couple).  

As soon as Will finished setting up the dining table, he headed toward his bedroom to change, stopping briefly by the kitchen to glance at Hannibal…just to see what he was up to…however, Hannibal wasn’t there…

I guess he went to change already? Will thought to himself becoming increasingly wary of the prospect of running into conflict with his best friend later in the evening in front of Abigail.

Will tried shrugging it off; he would remain calm. Maybe Hannibal was avoiding him all day because he too wanted to prevent any future tension?

It was strange; they had avoided substantive conversation and Hannibal had been curt whenever Will tried to talk to him about the dinner. However, last night, while helping Hannibal with a dish, Will had a freak out moment and Hannibal took the effort to comfort his friend.

I’m going to ruin this… Will had said in a fit of frustration, trying to de-stem some parsley as garnish per Hannibal’s instructions.

You’ll be great, just be yourself. Was all Hannibal had offered before going back to his uncomfortably cold demeanor.

The comment had shocked Will, of course; they had been weird with each other ever since he asked Hannibal to be his fuck buddy. The moment was oddly comforting, yet jarring. Will had only nodded, mumbling a quick “I guess you’re right…” before continuing his task.

Will stood in his bedroom, staring at the outfit he had picked out for himself the night before. It was something Hannibal had suggested he wear once or twice before; something he hated at first, but it had grown on him after wearing it the second occasion, when he had accompanied Hannibal to a party the Chief Resident at Mount Sinai hosted a few months ago.

It’s really not so terrible of an outfit… He smiled a little as he thought about Hannibal picking out his clothes for him over the years.

After getting dressed, Will exited his bedroom to head toward the kitchen. A little curious as to why best friend was taking longer than usual to get dressed, he made a quick stop next to Hannibal’s bedroom door. He wasn’t sure if he should knock or just shout. He hesitated as he formed a fist with his hand to rapt lightly on his friend’s door.

“Hey…Hannibal?” Will’s voice cracked as soon as the words left his mouth.

He didn’t hear an answer, well he thought so anyway. He was only replied to by the sound of the handle turning and the door slowing opening to reveal a nicely dressed (delightfully scented) Hannibal. Will blushed as he backed away from the door, half trying to hide his embarrassment.

“Abigail…and the staffer should be here…any minute.” Will mumbled as he tried to back up just enough without colliding into the wall.

Fuck, he looks really nice. Will thought, turning his head to the side, his cheeks warming up with a strange tingling sensation.

“Great. I’ll set the table.” Hannibal responded, almost ignoring Will’s presence (and crippling anxiety), walking into the kitchen to grab the dishes.

Will, not really thinking, but wanting to keep the tension to a minimum, followed his best friend into the kitchen. “Do you need some help? I can-” Before Will could finish his sentence and pick up a dish set at the same time, Hannibal spun around and interrupted.

“Why don’t you uncover the first course,” Hannibal said with slight authority in voice as he intercepted Will picking up a plate, “the table will be ready by the time they’re here if I set up.”

Concluding his statement as he walked out of the kitchen.


Will gawked at his friend’s back. Are we really fucking doing this right now?

“Fine.” Was all he could manage. Will gathered himself as he walked over toward the counter where the plated serving dishes were tucked away.

Okay, stay calm. Hannibal is just being a drama queen right now. If I play nice, maybe he’ll follow along and not blow this for me…!

Will took a deep breath. He waited for Hannibal to carry the rest of the dish sets out into the living room before uncovering the food. As he took another breath, there was a knock at the door.


Oh my god! They’re here! Will’s attempt at being calm quickly evaporated. He dashed into the living room, just in time to see Hannibal opening the door for the program staffer and Abigail.


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