Jon Snow and Jaime Lannister Might Get Along Pretty Well

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mrsjadecurtiss  asked:

one thing i find peculiar is that ghosts are mentioned in asoiaf (ghost of harrenhal, theon as the ghost of winterfell, etc); but are there ever any "actual" ghosts? like do ghosts or other guidance from the past canonically exist, or are they just something people believe in like in reallife? I'm leaning towards the latter, but I'm curious what I might've missed when reading.

Just stories about ghosts – as we’ve never actually seen any on page live (so to speak) in a POV, we can’t be sure they’re real. Though there’s a kind of might-have-been, where GRRM wrote a Tyrion chapter where he met the Shrouded Lord when pulled underwater at the Sorrows, but then tossed it out (probably because of his preference of keeping the presence of gods and other supernatural beings subtle and indirect) and replaced it with a nightmare instead.

As for guidance from the past, there are the Old Gods, who are canonically a group mind of greenseers bound to weirwood trees – and we know from Bran’s experience that he can reach out to the past and the present – so perhaps a greenseer reaching out to the future is also possible. They have visions of the future, so why not be able to talk to the people in the future too? (Who would experience it as a visit from the past.) Time is an illusion, to a tree all times are one.

Also, there are odd dreams of the dead that may have a level of reality to them:

That night he dreamt that he was back in the Great Sept of Baelor, still standing vigil over his father’s corpse. The sept was still and dark, until a woman emerged from the shadows and walked slowly to the bier. “Sister?” he said.
But it was not Cersei. She was all in grey, a silent sister. A hood and veil concealed her features, but he could see the candles burning in the green pools of her eyes. “Sister,” he said, “what would you have of me?” His last word echoed up and down the sept, mememememememememememe.
“I am not your sister, Jaime.” She raised a pale soft hand and pushed her hood back. “Have you forgotten me?”
Can I forget someone I never knew? The words caught in his throat. He did know her, but it had been so long…
“Will you forget your own lord father too? I wonder if you ever knew him, truly.” Her eyes were green, her hair spun gold. He could not tell how old she was. Fifteen, he thought, or fifty. She climbed the steps to stand above the bier. “He could never abide being laughed at. That was the thing he hated most.”
“Who are you?” He had to hear her say it.
“The question is, who are you?”
“This is a dream.”
“Is it?” She smiled sadly. “Count your hands, child.”
One. One hand, clasped tight around the sword hilt. Only one. “In my dreams I always have two hands.” He raised his right arm and stared uncomprehending at the ugliness of his stump.
“We all dream of things we cannot have. Tywin dreamed that his son would be a great knight, that his daughter would be a queen. He dreamed they would be so strong and brave and beautiful that no one would ever laugh at them.”
“I am a knight,” he told her, “and Cersei is a queen.”
A tear rolled down her cheek. The woman raised her hood again and turned her back on him. Jaime called after her, but already she was moving away, her skirt whispering lullabies as it brushed across the floor. Don’t leave me, he wanted to call, but of course she’d left them long ago.

–AFFC, Jaime VII

Was Jaime given a true dream, a visit from his mother’s spirit? Or is his subconscious merely accepting the truth of his lost hand, and projecting his confusion about his identity into his mother’s words? We don’t know. I’m not sure if it’s important that we know. The mystery and ambiguity may be what’s the most important thing here. (See also the question of how real Jaime’s cave dream of Rhaegar and the Kingsguard was, and the question of why Jaime has these true dreams to begin with.)

But since GRRM is deliberately increasing the level of magic throughout the series – and we do know for a fact that the dead can be resurrected – we may eventually get indisputable proof of the existence of ghosts, too. We’ll just have to see…

Me: *takes a deep breath*

Me: i lo-

Anyone who has spent five seconds around me ever: yes, you love Richard Madden, we know, you love Richard Madden so much, he’s the light of your life, you love him so much, you just love Richard Madden, we KNOW , you love Richard Madden you fucking love Richard Madden ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE RICHARD MADDEN. WE GET IT.

How fun it is to watch them talk

At first, he called her beast

Then she became the wench

Short after it was just Brienne, as she always wants to be. So sure that she would never be a lady… or a knight.

Later, he defended her honor. « Call her by her name. Lady Brienne » he said. He wanted everybody to see her as what he’s started to see

And now he’s calling her My lady …

How sweet those words can rule under a tongue… so much respect. The fun fact is, from my point of view, these words could also be used for something more intimate. Something you would whisper like a secret.

« My lady … »

Just say it out loud, and come join me in heavens.

I always love to seat over the edge of love. Just before your mind tells you that you’re about to drawn.

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“I always read the footnotes, they have the most interesting things in them— and it said that there is a way to commute any conviction, no matter how serious, even murder!”

Sansa blinked at him, leaning forward, eager to hear more. “And? What it is?”

He withdrew a folded sheet of paper from his waistcoat pocket. “I recalled it yesterday, so when I went to the land office last night, I found the footnote and wrote it down for you.” 

Nikolaj calling out narrative and character inconsistencies (and captaining the SS Braime), Isaac exposing that a relevant Bran scene was cut for the sake of “shock value” but just left everyone confused, Sophie dragging Littlefinger apologists on Twitter, and Emilia and Kit physically gagging at the atrocious storyline they were written into, I love this cast.