the stannis to my theon if there ever was such a love

anonymous asked:

All you Jonsa-freaks are fucking delusional. Its a crackship. Its not going to happen. Sansa is Jons sister, nothing more. Jonerys is canon. Get over it!

Originally posted by newwavepolly

I usually don’t react to asks like this, but this permanent missuse of the term “crack-ship” is really bothering me, so I want to make some things clear concering fandom-shipping-lingo:

The terms “crack-ship” and “non-canon ship” are not and never have been synonymous, nor 100% interchangeable. 

A “crack-shipis something that has absolutely no possibility of ever happening in canon. It’s something crazy, out-of-place or unlikely moving towards impossible. It’s shipping two characters who’ve never interacted in canon and never will, are completely incompatible with each other, or have never showed any sign of any kind of romantic potential. It’s a ship with absolutely zero back-up in the narrative. 

A “non-canon ship” on the other hand, simply is something that isn’t canon. That’s literally the only requirement. Fiction thrives on love-triangles, “will they wont they?”, “whom will she/he choose?” or presenting a main-character with a variety of (potential) love interests over the story. Being “non-canon” doesn’t necessary make something “crack”. If you can find some sort of textual evidence for romantic potential, that isn’t a crackship. Even if it isn’t canon. 

Here’s a list GoT-crackships:

Davos x Jon (never showed interest in each other, incompatible when it comes to sexual orientation and age. But I’ve read things, anon. I’ve read things I will never forget)
Brienne x Sandor (like … to each their own. Why the hell not?)
Missandei x Jorah (she has a boyfriend, he’s obsessed with Khaleesi. Never showed any interest. Like … naahhh )
Jorah x Sam (Peel of my skin and I’ll love you)
Lyanna x Stannis (I read a fun little ficlet about them recently.)
Robb x Margarey (Not all “crack-ships” are super duper weird. This is a pretty cute one, that I really like. But never interacted with each other, never will.)
Robb x Daenerys (This is what canon-divergence was made for, if you ask me.)
Arya x Joffrey (I have actually read fanfiction in which Joffrey wasn’t bat-shit crazy cruel, but only a pretty arrogant, entitled jerk. Arya was the one engaged to him and it was a really interesting read.)
Tyrion x Cersei (the internet is a weird, dark place with weird, dark ideas.)

My two personal Jon-crackships:
Jon x Tormund (because wouldn’t it be cute ???)
Jon x Missandei (because wouldn’t it be amazingly cute ???)

The one I have for Daenerys:
Tormund x Daenerys (First: Tormund is so amazing, everyone would be happy to have him. I ship him with everyone. Second: Mother of Dragons x Warrior-women-loving-wildling? Sign me the fuck up.)

And the one I have for Sansa:
Sansa x Podrick (he’s such an obvious bottom, sorry not sorry. Love this in fanfiction. It’s adorable.)

Here’s a list of GOT-non-canon-ships, that don’t deserve the title “crack-ship” IMO:

Jon x Daenerys (no anon, they aren’t canon yet. Can you look into the future? Leaks don’t count. Canon counts.)
Jon x Sansa (if you don’t believe there’s enough textual evidence to back them, you are the delusional one. You don’t have to ship it, you don’t have to like it, you don’t have to believe it’s going to happen. But acting like other people are delusional for thinking they have serious canon potential simply shows that you feel threatened by them. There, I said it.)
Jon x Arya (grrm intended them to end up together. I don’t think it’s very likely to become canon, but it isn’t a crack-ship either. The creator himself entertained the possibility once.)

Sansa x Petyr (No, not even being “problematic” as hell makes a ship “crack”. This will never become canon, but I can accept that people like to take the underlying dynamics and change the narrative in fanon. That’s what fanfiction is for. You can take two characters, eliminate the canon-things you don’t like and add things to make your imagination come to life. This might be a bit on the verge to crack, but they definetly have enough canon-interaction to earn a place in this list.)
Sansa x Tyrion (I don’t consider them canon. Probably not going to happen. A little problematic as well, but see the commentary above)
Sansa x Sandor (similar to sansa x tyrion in my book. More likley than it, probably, since Sansa acknowledges some sort of romantic feelings as well. Liked the fanon-version - sorry not really in canon - for a long time. Still do.) 
Sansa x Theon (canon-interaction, I can totally see where people are coming from. Nothing is going to happen with like 99,9999% certainty, but I don’t think the term “crackship” is a 100% fair.)

Jaime x Brienne (do I really have anything to add to this ? It’s an absolute fan-favourite. You don’t have to be a fan, but canon acknowledges this having some kind of potential)
Brienne x Tormund (The show is so obviously playing with this => not gonna actually happen - probably, but canon wants us to think about it. So, not really a “crack-ship”.)

Arya x Gendry (has a pretty good chance at being canon ~somehow~, at least on the show. But still isn’t canon yet.)

Bran x Meera (same as Arya x Gendry)

Daenerys x Tyrion (he’s obviously in love with her. Look at all the hearteyes.)
Daenerys x Jorah (bookverse a little to creepy for my taste, but as I said: To each their own. not so creepy on the show. Still not a fan. Still not really “crack”)

I could go on, but I really hope you get my point by now. Not everyone will agree with this lists. There will probably be a lot of shippers who themselves say “naah. That’s my crackship”. Fine, you can define your own opinion however you like. But don’t insult other people who think it isn’t. 

I don’t really care too much about canon, a lot of my all-time otps and ships never became canon (Zutara, Kakasaku, Narusaku, Ichiruki, …). Never stopped me from shipping them. Of course I want to see my ships become canon, but it isn’t a necessity. I’m rooting for Jonsa to happen as long as it’s possible, because I see a lot of foreshadowing for them in both the books and the show. If I’m wrong? I will be disappointed, but okay. Happened before. I’ve learned to be okay with that. 

But what I’m not okay with is being called stupid or delusional for interpreting canon-material differently. For seeing potential that IS THERE. I know what a “crack-ship” is anon, and Jonsa simply isn’t one. Wether they become canon or not. 

Jon Snow: The silent, unknown and unthought answer to Sansa’s hopes.

Last October I wrote a long post about Sansa & The Story of Jenny of Oldstones and The Prince of Dragonflies. The Prince of Dragonflies was a Targaryen prince who gave up the throne to be with his love, a girl called Jenny of Oldstones. 

I wrote about the connections between Sansa and said love story and when I wondered who could it play the part of the Prince of Dragonflies in Sansa’s story? Who could it be the prince willing to give up the throne for love? Guess what or who was the answer? 

Here is an extract of my long post (And the extract is long itself):  

When Jon had been very young, too young to understand what it meant to be a bastard, he used to dream that one day Winterfell might be his. Later, when he was older, he had been ashamed of those dreams. Winterfell would go to Robb and then his sons, or to Bran or Rickon should Robb die childless. And after them came Sansa and Arya. Even to dream otherwise seemed disloyal, as if he were betraying them in his heart, wishing for their deaths. I never wanted this, he thought as he stood before the blue-eyed king and the red woman. I loved Robb, loved all of them … I never wanted any harm to come to any of them, but it did. And now there’s only me. All he had to do was say the word, and he would be Jon Stark, and nevermore a Snow. All he had to do was pledge this king his fealty, and Winterfell was his. All he had to do …

…was forswear his vows again.

[…] Are you refusing me, Jon Snow?“

“No,” Jon said, too quickly. It was Winterfell the king was speaking of, and Winterfell was not to be lightly refused. “I mean … this has all come very suddenly, Your Grace. Might I beg you for some time to consider?”

“As you wish. But consider quickly. I am not a patient man, as your black brothers are about to discover.” Stannis put a thin, fleshless hand on Jon’s shoulder. “Say nothing of what we’ve discussed here today. To anyone. But when you return, you need only bend your knee, lay your sword at my feet, and pledge yourself to my service, and you shall rise again as Jon Stark, the Lord of Winterfell.”

—A Storm of Swords - Jon XI

Every morning they had trained together, since they were big enough to walk; Snow and Stark, spinning and slashing about the wards of Winterfell, shouting and laughing, sometimes crying when there was no one else to see. They were not little boys when they fought, but knights and mighty heroes. “I’m Prince Aemon the Dragonknight,” Jon would call out, and Robb would shout back, “Well, I’m Florian the Fool.” Or Robb would say, “I’m the Young Dragon,” and Jon would reply, “I’m Ser Ryam Redwyne.

That morning he called it first. “I’m Lord of Winterfell!” he cried, as he had a hundred times before. Only this time, this time, Robb had answered, “You can’t be Lord of Winterfell, you’re bastard-born. My lady mother says you can’t ever be the Lord of Winterfell.”

[…] Why am I so angry? he asked himself, but it was a stupid question. Lord of Winterfell. I could be the Lord of Winterfell. My father’s heir.

[…] Winterfell, he thought. Theon left it burned and broken, but I could restore it. Surely his father would have wanted that, and Robb as well. They would never have wanted the castle left in ruins.

[…] Stannis wants me to be the Lord of Winterfell. But what do I want? […] Would I sooner be hanged for a turncloak by Lord Janos, or forswear my vows, marry Val, and become the Lord of Winterfell? It seemed an easy choice when he thought of it in those terms […]

He wanted it, Jon knew then. He wanted it as much as he had ever wanted anything. I have always wanted it, he thought, guiltily. May the gods forgive me.  It was a hunger inside him, sharp as a dragonglass blade. A hunger… he could feel it. It was food he needed, prey, a red deer that stank of fear or a great elk proud and defiant. He needed to kill and fill his belly with fresh meat and hot dark blood. His mouth began to water with the thought.

It was a long moment before he understood what was happening. When he did, he bolted to his feet. “Ghost?”

[…] Red eyes, Jon realized, but not like Melisandre’s. He had a weirwood’s eyes. Red eyes, red mouth, white fur. Blood and bone, like a heart tree. He belongs to the old gods, this one. And he alone of all the direwolves was white. Six pups they’d found in the late summer snows, him and Robb; five that were grey and black and brown, for the five Starks, and one white, as white as Snow.

He had his answer then.

—A Storm of Swords - Jon XII

At this point, we all know what was Jon’s answer, right? And we know that his answer was built based on love, the love for his family, his brothers and sisters, love epitomized in one name:

“How can I lose men I do not have? I had hoped to bestow Winterfell on a northman, you may recall. A son of Eddard Stark. He threw my offer in my face.” Stannis Baratheon with a grievance was like a mastiff with a bone; he gnawed it down to splinters.

“By right Winterfell should go to my sister Sansa.”

“Lady Lannister, you mean? Are you so eager to see the Imp perched on your father’s seat? I promise you, that will not happen whilst I live, Lord Snow.”

—A Dance with Dragons - Jon I

Jon said, “Winterfell belongs to my sister Sansa.”

“I have heard all I need to hear of Lady Lannister and her claim.” The king set the cup aside. “You could bring the north to me. Your father’s bannermen would rally to the son of Eddard Stark. Even Lord Too-Fat-to-Sit-a-Horse. White Harbor would give me a ready source of supply and a secure base to which I could retreat at need. It is not too late to amend your folly, Snow. Take a knee and swear that bastard sword to me, and rise as Jon Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.”

How many times will he make me say it? “My sword is sworn to the Night’s Watch.”

—A Dance with Dragons - Jon IV

I know all these facts are not equal to the facts of the story of Jenny of Oldstones and her Prince of Dragonflies, Jon is not exactly giving up Winterfell to marry Sansa, and Sansa is sure that she is only appealing because of her claim:  

“I will be safe in Highgarden. Willas will keep me safe.”

“But he does not know you,” Dontos insisted, “and he will not love you. Jonquil, Jonquil, open your sweet eyes, these Tyrells care nothing for you. It’s your claim they mean to wed.”

“My claim?” She was lost for a moment.

“Sweetling,” he told her, “you are heir to Winterfell.” He grabbed her again, pleading that she must not do this thing, and Sansa wrenched free and left him swaying beneath the heart tree. She had not visited the godswood since.

But she had not forgotten his words, either. The heir to Winterfell, she would think as she lay abed at night. It’s your claim they mean to wed. Sansa had grown up with three brothers. She never thought to have a claim, but with Bran and Rickon dead… It doesn’t matter, there’s still Robb, he’s a man grown now, and soon he’ll wed and have a son. Anyway, Willas Tyrell will have Highgarden, what would he want with Winterfell?

A Storm of Swords - Sansa II

How would you like to marry your cousin, the Lord Robert?”

The thought made Sansa weary. All she knew of Robert Arryn was that he was a little boy, and sickly. It is not me she wants her son to marry, it is my claim. No one will ever marry me for love. But lying came easy to her now. “I … can scarcely wait to meet him, my lady. But he is still a child, is he not?”

A Storm of Swords - Sansa VI

But, instead of Tyrion, Willas or even Robert, who pursue Sansa’s claim over her, there is a man that has been offered Winterfell and choose her over it:By right Winterfell should go to my sister Sansa.“ "Winterfell belongs to my sister Sansa.” Among all the high lords interested in becoming the Lord of Winterfell by marrying Sansa Stark, the bastard Jon Snow refused to despoil his sister Sansa of her rights, even if her claim is the one thing he has wanted as much as he had ever wanted anything. 

Don’t you find this very romantic? I mean, when Sansa thinks: “No one will ever marry me for love” (Because everyone only wants her claim to Winterfell), at the other part of the world is Jon Snow saying more than once: By right Winterfell should go to my sister Sansa.“ "Winterfell belongs to my sister Sansa." This for me is one of the most romantic passages of the books.

And Jon giving up Winterfell is not the first time he is the silent and unknown answer to Sansa’s hopes. As I’m going to explain next, repeatedly when Sansa has a wish or a dream about her lost family and her home, Winterfell, there is always subtle or not so subtle references of Jon Snow.

As I just said, Jon giving up Winterfell is not the first time he plays the role of the hero of Sansa’s hopes. We have the whole Janos Slynt case (Also romantic, beheading included), where Jon Snow, as the Lord Commander of The Night’s Watch, literally becomes Sansa’s hoped hero at a point where she’s convinced herself that there are no heroes in the real life:

Frog-faced Lord Slynt sat at the end of the council table wearing a black velvet doublet and a shiny cloth-of-gold cape, nodding with approval every time the king pronounced a sentence. Sansa stared hard at his ugly face, remembering how he had thrown down her father for Ser Ilyn to behead, wishing she could hurt him, wishing that some hero would throw him down and cut off his head. But a voice inside her whispered, There are no heroes, and she remembered what Lord Petyr had said to her, here in this very hall. “Life is not a song, sweetling,” he’d told her. “You may learn that one day to your sorrow.” In life, the monsters win, she told herself, and now it was the Hound’s voice she heard, a cold rasp, metal on stone. “Save yourself some pain, girl, and give him what he wants.”

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa VI

“You are refusing to obey my order?”

“You can stick your order up your bastard’s arse,” said Slynt, his jowls quivering.

[…] “As you will.” Jon nodded to Iron Emmett. “Please take Lord Janos to the Wall—”

[…] “I will not hang him,” said Jon. “Bring him here.”

“Oh, Seven save us,” he heard Bowen Marsh cry out. The smile that Lord Janos Slynt smiled then had all the sweetness of rancid butter. Until Jon said, “Edd, fetch me a block,” and unsheathed Longclaw.

[…] The pale morning sunlight ran up and down his blade as Jon clasped the hilt of the bastard sword with both hands and raised it high. “If you have any last words, now is the time to speak them,” he said, expecting one last curse.

Janos Slynt twisted his neck around to stare up at him. “Please, my lord. Mercy. I’ll … I’ll go, I will, I …”

No, thought Jon. You closed that door. Longclaw descended.

“Can I have his boots?” asked Owen the Oaf, as Janos Slynt’s head went rolling across the muddy ground. “They’re almost new, those boots. Lined with fur.”

—A Dance with Dragons - Jon II

If you read the entire chapter, you will find that during his conversation with Janos Slynt, Jon was thinking about Ned Stark and the participation of Slynt in his father’s death at King’s Landing. Jon even thought about how easy it would be beheading him with Longclaw. And maybe that was the reason why he opted for beheading him instead of hanging him, just as Sansa wished.

And once more, when she thinks she’s lost all of her family, there is Jon.

Indeed, in A Storm of Swords, when she remembers her family after a dream where she is back at Winterfell with them: That was such a sweet dream” “If only dreaming could make it so…, she thinks that all of them are dead (Lady, Robb, Bran, Rickon, Arya, Ned, Cat, Septa Mordane): All of them are dead but me. She was alone in the world now.. But she forgets someone that is alive, someone she never had any news or suspected he was dead: his bastard half brother Jon Snow.

And later in A Feast for Crows, when she is under the disguise of the bastard Alayne Stone, the memory of her bastard half brother awoke:

There’s a new High Septon, did you know? Oh, and the Night’s Watch has a boy commander, some bastard son of Eddard Stark’s.“

"Jon Snow?” she blurted out, surprised.

“Snow? Yes, it would be Snow, I suppose.”

She had not thought of Jon in ages. He was only her half brother, but still… with Robb and Bran and Rickon dead, Jon Snow was the only brother that remained to her. I am a bastard too now, just like him. Oh, it would be so sweet, to see him once again. But of course that could never be. Alayne Stone had no brothers, baseborn or otherwise.

—A Feast for Crows - Alayne II

It is really beautiful how she associates her family and her home with the word ‘sweet’, and in that moment, when she is living as a bastard girl, she thinks of Jon, maybe for the first time, with sweet words: “Oh, it would be so sweet, to see him once again”.

So, the sweet dream of being again with someone of her family back in Winterfell is possible after all; even if she thinks it’s not because Alayne Stone had no brothers. But Sansa Stark does have a brother.

And once again, when she thinks that her own song was ended, there is ‘Snow’.

Exactly, at the end of A Storm of Swords, while snow was falling on the Eyrie, she thought this: She had last seen snow the day she’d left Winterfell”. I thought my song was beginning that day, but it was almost done”.

Anew, the ‘snow’ was preceded by a dream of her family and her home:

She awoke all at once, every nerve atingle. For a moment she did not remember where she was. She had dreamt that she was little, still sharing a bedchamber with her sister Arya. But it was her maid she heard tossing in sleep, not her sister, and this was not Winterfell, but the Eyrie. And I am Alayne Stone, a bastard girl. The room was cold and black, though she was warm beneath the blankets. Dawn had not yet come. Sometimes she dreamed of Ser Ilyn Payne and woke with her heart thumping, but this dream had not been like that. Home. It was a dream of home.

The Eyrie was no home.

[…] Snow was falling on the Eyrie.

Outside the flakes drifted down as soft and silent as memory. Was this what woke me? Already the snowfall lay thick upon the garden below, blanketing the grass, dusting the shrubs and statues with white and weighing down the branches of the trees. The sight took Sansa back to cold nights long ago, in the long summer of her childhood.

She had last seen snow the day she’d left Winterfell. That was a lighter fall than this, she remembered. Robb had melting flakes in his hair when he hugged me, and the snowball Arya tried to make kept coming apart in her hands. It hurt to remember how happy she had been that morning. Hullen had helped her mount, and she’d ridden out with the snowflakes swirling around her, off to see the great wide world. I thought my song was beginning that day, but it was almost done.

A Storm of Swords - Sansa VII

There is a pattern here, a dichotomy: Reality and Desire. When Sansa has a wish of vengeance or a dream of having her family and her home back, the reality immediately comes and crashes against her desires, and she ends up discarding them. But, even without knowing it yet, her desires are possible with the help of her unthought brother, Jon Snow.

The seventh Sansa’s chapter of A Storm of Swords had more references of her lost home, Winterfell and Jon Snow:

When she opened the door to the garden, it was so lovely that she held her breath, unwilling to disturb such perfect beauty. The snow drifted down and down, all in ghostly silence, and lay thick and unbroken on the ground. All color had fled the world outside. It was a place of whites and blacks and greys. White towers and white snow and white statues, black shadows and black trees, the dark grey sky above. A pure world, Sansa thought. I do not belong here.

Yet she stepped out all the same. Her boots tore ankle-deep holes into the smooth white surface of the snow, yet made no sound. Sansa drifted past frosted shrubs and thin dark trees, and wondered if she were still dreaming. Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover’s kisses, and melted on her cheeks. At the center of the garden, beside the statue of the weeping woman that lay broken and half-buried on the ground, she turned her face up to the sky and closed her eyes. She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.

When Sansa opened her eyes again, she was on her knees. She did not remember falling. It seemed to her that the sky was a lighter shade of grey. Dawn, she thought. Another day. Another new day. It was the old days she hungered for. Prayed for. But who could she pray to? The garden had been meant for a godswood once, she knew, but the soil was too thin and stony for a weirwood to take root. A godswood without gods, as empty as me.

A Storm of Swords - Sansa VII

The references of Winterfell and her Stark blood are very clear. Stark colors: It was a place of whites and blacks and greys”. Her lost/destroyed home and dreams: She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams”. Her lost faith in any goods: It was the old days she hungered for. Prayed for. But who could she pray to? The garden had been meant for a godswood once, she knew, but the soil was too thin and stony for a weirwood to take root. A godswood without gods, as empty as me”.

The references of Jon are quite subtle. This two lines: The snow drifted down and down, all in ghostly silence” “Her boots tore ankle-deep holes into the smooth white surface of the snow, yet made no sound”, remind me of Jon’s silent direwolf Ghost. And this one, Oh this one: “Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover’s kisses, and melted on her cheeks”, this one could be about Ghost licking her cheeks or maybe something else… Anyway, lets continue:

Sansa began to make snowballs, shaping and smoothing them until they were round and white and perfect. She remembered a summer’s snow in Winterfell when Arya and Bran had ambushed her as she emerged from the keep one morning. They’d each had a dozen snowballs to hand, and she’d had none. Bran had been perched on the roof of the covered bridge, out of reach, but Sansa had chased Arya through the stables and around the kitchen until both of them were breathless. She might even have caught her, but she’d slipped on some ice. Her sister came back to see if she was hurt. When she said she wasn’t, Arya hit her in the face with another snowball, but Sansa grabbed her leg and pulled her down and was rubbing snow in her hair when Jory came along and pulled them apart, laughing.

What do I want with snowballs? She looked at her sad little arsenal. There’s no one to throw them at. She let the one she was making drop from her hand. I could build a snow knight instead, she thought. Or even…

[…] The snow fell and the castle rose. Two walls ankle-high, the inner taller than the outer. Towers and turrets, keeps and stairs, a round kitchen, a square armory, the stables along the inside of the west wall. It was only a castle when she began, but before very long Sansa knew it was Winterfell. She found twigs and fallen branches beneath the snow and broke off the ends to make the trees for the godswood. For the gravestones in the lichyard she used bits of bark. Soon her gloves and her boots were crusty white, her hands were tingling, and her feet were soaked and cold, but she did not care. The castle was all that mattered. Some things were hard to remember, but most came back to her easily, as if she had been there only yesterday. The Library Tower, with the steep stonework stair twisting about its exterior. The gatehouse, two huge bulwarks, the arched gate between them, crenellations all along the top…

A Storm of Swords - Sansa VII

Again, the references of Winterfell are very clear. “It was only a castle when she began, but before very long Sansa knew it was Winterfell”. “The castle was all that mattered”. For me, this lines are connected with the prophecy of The Ghost of High Heart about Sansa killing some savage giant in a castle built of snow. And it implies that Sansa is going to actively participate in Winterfell rebuilding. And who else want to rebuild Winterfell?

Winterfell, he thought. Theon left it burned and broken, but I could restore it. Surely his father would have wanted that, and Robb as well. They would never have wanted the castle left in ruins.

—A Storm of Swords - Jon XII

That’s why this line: The snow fell and the castle rose” makes me think that Jon Snow will help Sansa to rebuild Winterfell, their lost and broken home.

And Jon and Sansa could also “rebuild” the Stark dynasty, the blood of Winterfell, as they both share the dream to have children to fill the void of their lost family, their lost parents and siblings:

Willas would be Lord of Highgarden and she would be his lady.

She pictured the two of them sitting together in a garden with puppies in their laps, or listening to a singer strum upon a lute while they floated down the Mander on a pleasure barge. If I give him sons, he may come to love me. She would name them Eddard and Brandon and Rickon, and raise them all to be as valiant as Ser Loras. And to hate Lannisters, too. In Sansa’s dreams, her children looked just like the brothers she had lost. Sometimes there was even a girl who looked like Arya.

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa II

I would need to steal her if I wanted her love, but she might give me children. I might someday hold a son of my own blood in my arms. A son was something Jon Snow had never dared dream of, since he decided to live his life on the Wall. I could name him Robb. Val would want to keep her sister’s son, but we could foster him at Winterfell, and Gilly’s boy as well. Sam would never need to tell his lie. We’d find a place for Gilly too, and Sam could come visit her once a year or so. Mance’s son and Craster’s would grow up brothers, as I once did with Robb.

—A Storm of Swords - Jon XII

And finally, this line: Arya hit her in the face with another snowball, but Sansa grabbed her leg and pulled her down and was rubbing snow in her hair”, reminds me of Jon messing up Arya’s hair.

At this point I must emphasize that the seventh Sansa’s chapter of A Storm of Swords comes immediately after the twelfth Jon’s chapter, the chapter where he found his answer to Stannis offer of Winterfell. And what it was that helped John to find his answer? His beloved direwolf, Ghost:

He wanted it, Jon knew then. He wanted it as much as he had ever wanted anything. I have always wanted it, he thought, guiltily. May the gods forgive me. It was a hunger inside him, sharp as a dragonglass blade. A hunger … he could feel it. It was food he needed, prey, a red deer that stank of fear or a great elk proud and defiant. He needed to kill and fill his belly with fresh meat and hot dark blood. His mouth began to water with the thought.

It was a long moment before he understood what was happening. When he did, he bolted to his feet. “Ghost?” He turned toward the wood, and there he came, padding silently out of the green dusk, the breath coming warm and white from his open jaws. “Ghost!” he shouted, and the direwolf broke into a run. He was leaner than he had been, but bigger as well, and the only sound he made was the soft crunch of dead leaves beneath his paws. When he reached Jon he leapt, and they wrestled amidst brown grass and long shadows as the stars came out above them. “Gods, wolf, where have you been?” Jon said when Ghost stopped worrying at his forearm. “I thought you’d died on me, like Robb and Ygritte and all the rest. I’ve had no sense of you, not since I climbed the Wall, not even in dreams.” The direwolf had no answer, but he licked Jon’s face with a tongue like a wet rasp, and his eyes caught the last light and shone like two great red suns.

Red eyes, Jon realized, but not like Melisandre’s. He had a weirwood’s eyes. Red eyes, red mouth, white fur. Blood and bone, like a heart tree. He belongs to the old gods, this one. And he alone of all the direwolves was white. Six pups they’d found in the late summer snows, him and Robb; five that were grey and black and brown, for the five Starks, and one white, as white as Snow.

He had his answer then.

—A Storm of Swords - Jon XII

So, at the same time, Jon and Sansa had an important realization concerning to their lost and broken home, Winterfell. And what that helped them to reach that realization was the snow. Literally snow in Sansa’s case and Ghost, the direwolf as white as snow, in Jon’s case. And this connection between Jon and Sansa reminds me of another one related to the snow. I called this connection ‘Children of the Mountain’:

Soon they were high enough so that looking down was best not considered. There was nothing below but yawning blackness, nothing above but moon and stars. “The mountain is your mother,” Stonesnake had told him during an easier climb a few days past. “Cling to her, press your face up against her teats, and she won’t drop you.” Jon had made a joke of it, saying how he’d always wondered who his mother was, but never thought to find her in the Frostfangs. It did not seem nearly so amusing now. One step and then another, he thought, clinging tight.

—A Clash of Kings - Jon VI

“You’re mistaken. I never fall.” Mya’s hair had tumbled across her cheek, hiding one eye.

“Almost, I said. I saw you. Weren’t you afraid?

“Mya shook her head. "I remember a man throwing me in the air when I was very little. He stands as tall as the sky, and he throws me up so high it feels as though I’m flying. We’re both laughing, laughing so much that I can hardly catch a breath, and finally I laugh so hard I wet myself, but that only makes him laugh the louder. I was never afraid when he was throwing me. I knew that he would always be there to catch me.” She pushed her hair back. “Then one day he wasn’t. Men come and go. They lie, or die, or leave you. A mountain is not a man, though, and a stone is a mountain’s daughter. I trust my father, and I trust my mules. I won’t fall.” She put her hand on a jagged spur of rock, and got to her feet. “Best finish. We have a long way yet to go, and I can smell a storm.”

—A Feast for Crows - Alayne II

In both cases, we are talking about ‘Snowy Mountains’, the Frostfangs and the Eyrie with the winter upon it. In both cases, a ‘Stone’ related person said to them that they are ‘Children of the Mountain’, Stonesnake and Mya Stone. In both cases the Mountain will never drop or let fall their children. That way, Jon, a motherless boy, finds a mother; and Sansa, under the disguise of Alayne Stone, finds a better father than the despicable Lord Baelish.  

One more connection between Jon and Sansa is the one related to Ghost. This connection appears in the same Sansa’s chapter in A Feast for Crows, Alayne II, previously mentioned, the one where she thought of Jon Snow for the first time in ages while descending from the Eyrie to the Gates of the Moon. And in Jon’s case, it appears in his last chapter in A Dance with Dragons, Jon XIII. Let’s see:

"Ser Sweetrobin,” Lord Robert said, and Alayne knew that she dare not wait for Mya to return. She helped the boy dismount, and hand in hand they walked out onto the bare stone saddle, their cloaks snapping and flapping behind them. All around was empty air and sky, the ground falling away sharply to either side. There was ice underfoot, and broken stones just waiting to turn an ankle, and the wind was howling fiercely. It sounds like a wolf, thought Sansa. A ghost wolf, big as mountains.

A Feast for Crows - Alayne II

Outside the armory, Mully and the Flea stood shivering at guard. “Shouldn’t you be inside, out of this wind?” Jon asked.“That’d be sweet, m'lord,” said Fulk the Flea, “but your wolf’s in no mood for company today.”

Mully agreed. “He tried to take a bite o’ me, he did.”

“Ghost?” Jon was shocked.

“Unless your lordship has some other white wolf, aye. I never seen him like this, m'lord. All wild-like, I mean.”

He was not wrong, as Jon discovered for himself when he slipped inside the doors. The big white direwolf would not lie still. He paced from one end of the armory to the other, past the cold forge and back again. “Easy, Ghost,” Jon called. “Down. Sit, Ghost. Down.” Yet when he made to touch him, the wolf bristled and bared his teeth. It’s that bloody boar. Even in here, Ghost can smell his stink.

Mormont’s raven seemed agitated too. “Snow,” the bird kept screaming. “Snow, snow, snow.” Jon shooed him off, had Satin start a fire, then sent him out after Bowen Marsh and Othell Yarwyck. “Bring a flagon of mulled wine as well.”

[…] This was pointless, Jon thought. Pointless, fruitless, hopeless. “Thank you for your counsel, my lords.”

Satin helped them back into their cloaks. As they walked through the armory, Ghost sniffed at them, his tail upraised and bristling. My brothers. The Night’s Watch needed leaders with the wisdom of Maester Aemon, the learning of Samwell Tarly, the courage of Qhorin Halfhand, the stubborn strength of the Old Bear, the compassion of Donal Noye. What it had instead was them.

[…] When Wick Whittlestick slashed at his throat, the word turned into a grunt. Jon twisted from the knife, just enough so it barely grazed his skin. He cut me. When he put his hand to the side of his neck, blood welled between his fingers. “Why?”

“For the Watch.” Wick slashed at him again. This time Jon caught his wrist and bent his arm back until he dropped the dagger. The gangling steward backed away, his hands upraised as if to say, Not me, it was not me. Men were screaming. Jon reached for Longclaw, but his fingers had grown stiff and clumsy. Somehow he could not seem to get the sword free of its scabbard.

Then Bowen Marsh stood there before him, tears running down his cheeks. “For the Watch.” He punched Jon in the belly. When he pulled his hand away, the dagger stayed where he had buried it.

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…

A Dance with Dragons - Jon XIII

These two passages could mean that Sansa was, in some way, hearing or sensing Ghost: “the wind was howling fiercely. It sounds like a wolf, thought Sansa. A ghost wolf, big as mountains”; as the direwolf was restless and anxious the day of Jon’s death: “Easy, Ghost,” Jon called. “Down. Sit, Ghost. Down.” Yet when he made to touch him, the wolf bristled and bared his teeth”. And at the end of his chapter, Jon himself “whispered” his direwolf name, while dying.

So, with Jon’s death and the previous death of Lady, Sansa’s direwolf, we have two Stark kids incomplete. Throughout the books we can read many times that the direwolfs are part of the Stark kids. Sansa lost his direwolf and then Ghost lost Jon. Its fair to say that after that, Sansa and Jon will be a great complement for each other lost part.

Back to the seventh Sansa’s chapter of A Storm of Swords, now we have the intervention of Lord Baelish, who returned to the Eyrie that morning and helped Sansa to built her snow castle:

Her bridges kept falling down. […] The third time one collapsed on her, she cursed aloud and sat back in helpless frustration.

“Pack the snow around a stick, Sansa.”

She did not know how long he had been watching her, or when he had returned from the Vale. “A stick?” she asked.

“That will give it strength enough to stand, I’d think,” Petyr said. “May I come into your castle, my lady?”

Sansa was wary. “Don’t break it. Be …”

“… gentle?” He smiled. “Winterfell has withstood fiercer enemies than me. It is Winterfell, is it not?”

“Yes,” Sansa admitted.

He walked along outside the walls. “I used to dream of it, in those years after Cat went north with Eddard Stark. In my dreams it was ever a dark place, and cold.”

“No. It was always warm, even when it snowed. Water from the hot springs is piped through the walls to warm them, and inside the glass gardens it was always like the hottest day of summer.”

A Storm of Swords - Sansa VII

As we can see, Petyr has no love for Winterfell, because it reminds him that Ned Stark took Catelyn Tully away from him and went to Winterfelll with her. So, even if he says he is not a enemy of the seat of House Stark, probably he would have destroyed Winterfell with his own hands rather than help to rebuild it.

And, contrary to Jon, who thinks that Winterfell belongs to Sansa by right, Petyr talk about the great castle of the north as a gift for Sansa, a gift he will get for her through a marriage with Harry the Heir:

When Robert dies, Harry the Heir becomes Lord Harrold, Defender of the Vale and Lord of the Eyrie. Jon Arryn’s bannermen will never love me, nor our silly, shaking Robert, but they will love their Young Falcon… and when they come together for his wedding, and you come out with your long auburn hair, clad in a maiden’s cloak of white and grey with a direwolf emblazoned on the back … why, every knight in the Vale will pledge his sword to win you back your birthright. So those are your gifts from me, my sweet Sansa… Harry, the Eyrie, and Winterfell. That’s worth another kiss now, don’t you think?“

A Feast for Crows - Alayne II

Again, Petyr is only a ‘pretender’, he will never be a true hero or a prince in Sansa’s story. Actually, I’m sure he plays the part of the monster or the savage giant. And he has no shame in express her true intentions, he asks Sansa to kiss him as a reward for his generous promise, just imagine what will he ask if he finally manages to give Winterfell to Sansa…

It is really sad that this beautiful passage of Sansa building a Winterfell of snow was interrupted by Petyr in a, to say the least, very disgusting way. I’m not talking about “his help” with the build of the castle, I’m talking about his forced kiss:

The Broken Tower was easier still. They made a tall tower together, kneeling side by side to roll it smooth, and when they’d raised it Sansa stuck her fingers through the top, grabbed a handful of snow, and flung it full in his face. Petyr yelped, as the snow slid down under his collar. “That was unchivalrously done, my lady.”

“As was bringing me here, when you swore to take me home.”

She wondered where this courage had come from, to speak to him so frankly. From Winterfell, she thought. I am stronger within the walls of Winterfell.

His face grew serious. “Yes, I played you false in that … and in one other thing as well.”

Sansa’s stomach was aflutter. “What other thing?”

“I told you that nothing could please me more than to help you with your castle. I fear that was a lie as well. Something else would please me more.” He stepped closer. “This.

"Sansa tried to step back, but he pulled her into his arms and suddenly he was kissing her. Feebly, she tried to squirm, but only succeeded in pressing herself more tightly against him. His mouth was on hers, swallowing her words. He tasted of mint. For half a heartbeat she yielded to his kiss … before she turned her face away and wrenched free. "What are you doing?”

Petyr straightened his cloak. “Kissing a snow maid.”

“You’re supposed to kiss her.” Sansa glanced up at Lysa’s balcony, but it was empty now. “Your lady wife.”

“I do. Lysa has no cause for complaint.” He smiled. “I wish you could see yourself, my lady. You are so beautiful. You’re crusted over with snow like some little bear cub, but your face is flushed and you can scarcely breathe. How long have you been out here? You must be very cold. Let me warm you, Sansa. Take off those gloves, give me your hands.”

“I won’t.” He sounded almost like Marillion, the night he’d gotten so drunk at the wedding. Only this time Lothor Brune would not appear to save her; Ser Lothor was Petyr’s man. “You shouldn’t kiss me. I might have been your own daughter …”

“Might have been,” he admitted, with a rueful smile. “But you’re not, are you? You are Eddard Stark’s daughter, and Cat’s. But I think you might be even more beautiful than your mother was, when she was your age.”

“Petyr, please.” Her voice sounded so weak. “Please …”

— A Storm of Swords - Sansa VII

In fact, it is horribly sad that, in a moment when Sansa realized that the memory of her home and the symbolic act of rebuilding it, make her stronger and courageous to face the truth and the reality: From Winterfell, she thought. I am stronger within the walls of Winterfell”, she is attacked by a man who pretend to be her own father by kissing her in the mouth. And the fact that Petyr used the same words of another Sansa’s molester that attacked her not so long ago, just make the situation even worse. And it seems like Petyr would have continued with their actions if Robert would not have appeared.

(I felt the same when in Game of Thrones S5 Sansa said: “I am Sansa Stark of Winterfell. This is my home. And you can’t frighten me.” And immediately after that… Well, you all know what happened to her. I will always hate the show for that.)

But, when Sansa actually returns to Winterfell, I think the walls of their home will give her much more strength and courage than her snow castle built in the Eyrie, and she will be able not only to hit Petyr in the face with a handful of snow, but slay him and put his head atop of Winterfell’s walls, just as the prophecy of the Ghost of High Heart says: “I dreamt that maid again, slaying a savage giant in a castle built of snow”. And the fact that she already hit Petyr’s face with a “handful of snow”, makes me think about Jon Snow punching him in the face with his bare hands over and over and over again. That would be really sweet.

And talking about Jon Snow, noted the difference between Petyr’s forced kiss and Sansa embracing the snowflakes in her face with these lines: Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover’s kisses, and melted on her cheeks. […] she turned her face up to the sky and closed her eyes. She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams. 


So yes, Jon Snow is the silent, unknown and unthought answer to Sansa’s hopes. And everytime I read about how Sansa and Jon have zero romantic connections in the books, I feel the need to revisit my long post, that you can read here

@peachyheaven: Hi, thanks for this message! Decided to screenshot your message because I didn’t want it landing up in the tag. It does say a lot if you wouldn’t mind their ending up together but the execution right now is unsettling you. It’s reasonable because objectively, parentage revelations aside, it’s very rushed and does not have enough basis, when it could have been developed. 

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anonymous asked:

What are your favourite Game of Thrones/a song of ice and fire Fanfictions, at the moment?

Thanks for asking. I’m guessing by at the moment, you mean fics that are still going on (not completed)

Also the list is quite long, but I also pointed out the couples, so you can choose from whatever you like (there are more from Arya x Gendry, since they are my favorite couple with more fics written about)

I’m sure I’m forgetting some amazing writers and beautiful stories. Also there are some writers I can’t mention, because they only write one-shoots or have actually finished their fics

Also check other works from these writers, you may found something else you will like

And have fun reading!! I’m sure these will keep you busy for awhile (just the first one is longer than AGOT and ACOK put together)


serserry  asked:

Why do you think that Roose will be murdered by Ramsay? I mean, Stannis, and the northmen out- and inside of Winterfell could do this too, right?

They certainly could, but I don’t think they will. Way I see it is that Ramsay has been set up as Roose’s blind spot; even as he tells Theon that “fear is what keeps a man alive in this world of treachery and deceit,” he refuses to take his bastard seriously. GRRM loves him the threefold revelation, so, setup:

“All you have I gave you. You would do well to remember that, bastard. As for this … Reek … if you have not ruined him beyond redemption, he may yet be of some use to us. Get the keys and remove those chains from him, before you make me rue the day I raped your mother.”

Reek saw the way Ramsay’s mouth twisted, the spittle glistening between his lips. He feared he might leap the table with his dagger in his hand.


Up on the dais, Ramsay was arguing with his father. They were too far away for Theon to make out any of the words, but the fear on Fat Walda’s round pink face spoke volumes.

And eventually, payoff:

 I think Walda’s pregnancy, like in the show, will be the last straw; it’s right after we learn about it that we see Ramsay arguing with Roose. In the books, though, I imagine Ramsay will frame someone–it’s not like he’s short on candidates.

Finally, I think Ramsay makes more sense as the final boss of the struggle for Winterfell than Roose. The latter was drained of menace throughout ADWD while the former was brought to the forefront, our primary POV in the area (Theon) would find far more catharsis in Ramsay’s downfall than Roose’s, and in Theon’s released TWOW chapter, GRRM sets up a showdown between the Bastard of Bolton and the One True King:

Theon’s laugh was half a titter, half a whimper. “Lord Ramsay is the one Your Grace should fear.”

Stannis bristled at that. “I defeated your uncle Victarion and his Iron Fleet off Fair Isle, the first time your father crowned himself. I held Storm’s End against the power of the Reach for a year, and took Dragonstone from the Targaryens. I smashed Mance Rayder at the Wall, though he had twenty times my numbers. Tell me, turncloak, what battles has the Bastard of Bolton ever won that I should fear him?”

“Ramsay Snow, you mean. The Bastard.”

“Never call him that!” Spittle sprayed from Theon’s lips. “Ramsay Bolton, not Ramsay Snow, never Snow, never, you have to remember his name, or he will hurt you.”

“He is welcome to try. Whatever name he goes by.”

Game of Thrones Season 7 Episode 3 Pt. 1

I actually have the time to write this so here I go.

WARNINGS: SPOIIIiLERS; not a D@€nerys fan so y'all know I’ll be actually critical about her actions; JonSa shipper so of course I have a little bias.


1.- We start at Dragonstone, where Jon Snow and Dadvos are just arriving, the welcome comitee looks pleasant enough (if you don’t mind the Dothrakis and the Unsullied intimidating you that is) Tyrion and Jon immediatly take quips at each other and are buddy-buddy, Missandei says it’s so cool they’re taking so much trouble for Quiin D’s sake (LMAO not everyone is in Love with her like y'all honey, it’s not even for her but whatever helps you both sleep at night) and asks them to leave their weapons.

Right, so I would say she ask them this as a trust act and stuff,and it would be so if they were on a neutral spot and she went unarmed (without Dragons and guards) but it’s NOT really what FUCKING difference does it make if Jon has Longclaw??? He didn’t bring a frigging army and he sure as hell can’t fight them all (specially the magical fire lizards) so why??? Well this is the first of many acts of petty dominance on Dane-ñys part we’ll see this episode.

They even take the motherfucking boat (who is looking threatening now?) and Jon makes this face like he regreats his moronic decision of leaving WF

All those steps tho!!! (Stannis must have been real fit guys) So Dadvos tries to test the waters and asks something about her homeland to Missandei, she is polite but clearly distant and Dadvos whispers to Jon things have surely changed in DS.

Tyrion asks about Sansa (not Lady Sansa or your sister, hmmmm???) Jon says she is well, and that would have been a pretty normal conversation if not for the fact that Tyrion chooses to make a joke asking if Sansa has missed him, and guys believe me I tried to take off my shipper googles for tonight’s episode but holy fuck!! Jon looks like he wants to punch Tyrion, and he gets so nervous and uncomfortable he all but blurts that their marriage was a sham and unconsummated, Jon snaps that he didn’t ask.

I don’t know y'all but if someone talked to me about my big brother’s sex life I would be like ewww and make a cringey face, because I don’t give a damn, but Jon’s reactions are wierd he gets angry, also why talk about a sexual part of Sansa’s life everytime Jon meets her past suitors?? I mean we could argue that Jon meeting Tyrion again was inevitable, as well as seeing Theon next ep (cuz they are both with the D) or even the Hound because he and the Bannerless Brotherhood are heading North to fight with the WW… But what about LF? Jon was about to leave, he had no need to know about LF’s intentions and that threat in Hulk mode was just too innecesary as was Tyrion’s comment, or the Joffrey thing back on 7x01??? I don’t wanna be overly optimistic but things are still looking good for J/S.

Yeah so we have a Danonino is petty again moment by sending her Dragons to scare Jon, and OK I really like Missandei (I Love seeing girls who once were abused be confident and empowered, and I Love lenguages as well and it’s so cool she speaks so many!!) but her pleased holier than thou expression pissed me off, you don’t do that to guests miss! It’s rude and totally uncalled for to do this to someone that has been nothing but accomodating and polite.

Also I have another issue here, Missandei was crucial to Danita’s conquest of Meeren and Astapor because she was her translator, she understood how things moved there (masters and slaves) and she was loyal to D unconditionaly, but why bring her to Westeros??? She doesn’t need a translator anymore and just like Danonino Missandei doesn’t know squat about westerosi politics… Wild idea, but wouldn’t it have been better and a hella lot more meaningful if Missandei had stayed as Lady Regent in Mereen (I mean a girl raised as a slave leading people like her, it makes sense to me) but I guess D needed a cool break up gift for Daario.

2.-Melissandre is watching them from a Cliff, and Varys is like if you say they so great why didn’t you greet them?? She is vague af but basically says she and Team Snow are not so cool with each other because she made a mistake (that’s how we calling sweet Shireen’s awfull murder?? Fuck you red woman) and says she is gonna go to Volantis to chill before the war, and Varys is like good and don’t ever come back you trick ass bih, but Meli is like y'all need me and my destiny is to die in this foreing land… Like you (is it me or does this remind y'all of Danss threat last ep??)

3.-They finally reach the castle, Jon is kind of adorable cuz he is so uncomfortable and fidgety, and Danee is petty again, sitting on yet another fugly throne (Aegon honey I know you were all about conquering but you have a hella lot of obsidian lying around and it would have made an awesome and elegant throne instead of that thing you have there) and Missandei annoys me once again by proudly parroting every goddamn title of Dañy, and she looks ridiculous once Davos humbly introduces Jon (I actually laughed because it’s more aparent than ever to me that all their parallels were to make'em foils of each other).

Jon and Davos say she could take KL very easily and that if she hasn’t done so yet it’s because, and I quote’ “You’re better than Cersei at the very least” I mean you’re not exactly wrong Jon, but like Tyrion was the one to say ‘Hey how about we don’t kill anyone pls’ so there’s that.

Jon proves once again he is a hella lot more polite and grown up than her adressing her as Your Grace and Daññy is a petty toddler calling him Lord Snow, but my Dadvos is having none of that shit and he corrects her which leads to D@€-D@€ to prove her ignorance once again saying the last KitN bent the knee to grand pops Aegon in exchange of his and the rest of the northerns lives (yes honey and you think that was good or fair? Using violence to get your way?) and that it was for everzzzz cuz even though my shitty ancestors bullied everyone to give up their claims to them they became super best friends and had eternal perfect peace (I read World of I&F and her history knowledge is biased or plain shitty, I mean Targaryens were awful and had massive weapons of destruction nobody was going against them for fear not loyalty you entitled brat!!) so kneel!! And he was like LOL no, your crazy dad burned my grandad and my uncle if anything your family broke the alliance, and we have a D is a big fat hypocrite moment when she asks Jon not to condemn her for her father’s sins, Jon is not impressed and retorts that then he can’t be held to his ancestor’s promise (I’m so proud of my son) and LMAO she gets sooooo angry and snaps that why did he came here if not to postrate his unworthy self before her (cuz she believes everything is about her it seems) Jon proceeds to explain the threat of the WW (ily Jon but you need to explain things better) Tyrion and D are reasonably disbelieving (I would have expected them have more of an open mind, I mean they have motherfucking Dragons ffs!! But I can understand an army of the dead sounds pretty crazy to be fair) and we get the summary of Danee’s arc and how she got this far by believing in herself (I’m more inclined to say it was the Dragons and sheer luck in having powerful resourceful advisors coming to you but ok).

Now I know I said I Love girls who empower themselves after being abused, so how come I dislike D@ne so if she is exactly that? Well I didn’t at first, I loved her and was rooting so hard for her ‘till she decided that she was better than everyone else and became a conqueror and entitled to a boot, not a breaker of chains. She took the Unsullied for herself because she didn’t want the Dothrakis to pilliage and rape their way through Astapor, good! But why the need to take Astapor and then Mereen? If she were a hero (which I don’t think she is) she would have liberated the slaves without declaring herself ruler, she would have let them decide who they wanted to rule among themselves and would have helped them to come up with a new government, forming a friendly alliance maybe then they even would have helped her in her quest to go back to Westeros, instead of violently taking the power (and no I’m not defending the masters at all, but I do think the mereenese people deserved to have a say in how they wanted to be ruled now that they were free) Since I was little I was taught the spanish took my country with fire and blood, weapons my people couldn’t defend themselves against, they took away their culture, religion and their names. They were forced to work with no pay, murdered, raped (our last tlatoani/leader/king Cuahutemoc got his feet burned when the spanish were interrogating him about aztec gold) and tortured for 300 years, and in my 6yo heart I hated it, of course I don’t hate nor recent the Spanish people for their (and also mine because I have spanish blood as well as aztec and egyptian) ancestor’s deeds, but I hated that people thought they were better than other people, and that they felt entitled to take lands that were not theirs, I hated to imagine the suffering of my people, I hated to know we could never fully understand all the amazing culture and knowledge the mesoamerican cultures had because they decided their way was better and burned or buried most of it, and D@€ny reminds me of all that, and it doesn’t let me enjoy her even as a Villian or Fallen Hero.

(excuse my rant and feel totally free to ignore it)

Dadvos just can’t with her bullshit and he says Jon has done a lot of similar things but without Dragons. Honestly the best way to explain it is with the 'but did you die?’ gif, and supports Jon’s testimony about the WW.

And D@€ny is like yeah but the throne is MINE and if you don’t agree you are against me (lovely way to make more enemies,yup be antagonistic pls) Jon loses it and says she and all the Lords and Ladies of Westeros are FUCKING children fighting for a chair when a real threat is just around the corner and they aren’t going to care who is the rightful anything.

She is so ofended its hillarious xD, she asks Tyrion what she is supposed to do since he refuses to acknowledge her as Qinn of the 7 realms, and he called her a child (well Dañy what did you expect when you have only acted as such?) and Tyrion is like well he said we were ALL children tbh in a very non-commital way.

Jon and Davos are dismissed, and my baby asks if he is her priosioner, 'not yet’ she says, and hold me because Imma knock some sense into her.


Tis too long, I’ll continue in part 2.

Things I hope for in Game of Thrones season 7 that actually might happen

Part 1 of a series 

This is the ‘I’m not asking for much version’

in no particular order

  1. - Stark reunion ( I know the chances are small, but I really want a JonxArya reunion)
  2. More Ghost
  3. Dany to burn people and others telling her she really shouldn’t 
  4. Littlefinger must die
  5. Mellisandre must absolutely not ever change her mind and have a magic ‘Oh my god, not Jon but Dany is the promised prince!’ moment. NO.
  6. I need Mell to live too, btw
  7. Mell and Arya reunion. Shortlived is fine. 
  8. I know I’m a rare woman, but I want Cersei to live. Lena Heady is my girl.
  9. I want Sansa’s wig to be decent. Preferably a little better than decent.
  10. Jon to choke littlefinger
  11. Jaime must be done with Cersei’s shit
  12. Jon should tell Theon he won’t kill him cause he saved Sansa’s life
  13. Davos’ badass speeches about what the hell actually really matters
  14. Bran to have a dream or a ‘his eyes turn white’ attack (I can’t come up with the name woops) of Rhaegar (and Lyanna). 
  15. Sansa finding out Jon is not her big bro
  16. Jon being awkward cause people call him your grace
  17. Jon continues to wear his Ned Cloak
  18. Arya can kill some more Freys if she wants
  19. NYMERIA!
  20. All the Dornish characters must die. Including Ellaria, which hurts my season four heart, I loved her back then, she was once well cast. (Not anymore DIE Dorne DIE!)
  21. One of Dany’s dragons is killed/dies/lost/taken away from her. Something’s gotta give here
  22. The Dothraki to really not belong in Westeros. It’s cold. 
  23. Someone to explain to me why Stannis never sat on that hideous throne in Dragonstone. Did Dany have it made? Seems like something she would do
  24. Developments of Mereen to be at least mentioned 
  25. Can Sansa please PLEASE kiss Jon’s cheek? PLEASE??
  26. Someone to cut off a person or Dany when they’re reciting all her stupid titles 
  27. Qeuiyburn must die (I know that’s not how you write his name)
  28. Since they ruined his character, I want Varys to go too. Looking at show version Varys just pisses me off now
  29. Bran must warg everything he gets his hands (brain?) on. It’s cool.
  30. Bran riding a horse on his special saddle
  31. A proper Jon and Sansa saying good bye scene 
  32. Sansa advising Jon, Jon actually listening 
  33. Jon to tell Littlefinger something a bit like : ‘Why don’t you grow a dick so I can cut it off’. Sansa can say it too, but Kit’s Northern accent. 
  34. Flashback, Flashbacks, Flashbacks. I need the confirmation of my theories. Preferably all of them. Thank you. 
  35. I want to see either Highgarden or Casterly Rock, both would be great too.
  36. Lyanna Mormont and Margaery’s grandma having no one’s shit. 
  37. Tormund confessing his love to Brienne 
  38. Sansa making clothes for Bran and Arya too 
  39. Sansa and Jon scene in the Godswood
  40. Tyrion not having the best quote of the season 
  41. Greyworm and the girl who’s name I always forget cause she’s so boring having an actual interesting storyline
  42. Dany not to be fire resistant 
  43. Dany not to be naked 
  44. Dany to have more than one facial expression 

Okay these last five should be in the ‘I know I’m asking for a lot’ version. damn. 

I feel like I’m missing characters and/or storylines out, but everyone’s just dead now. 

why davos seaworth is in my top five forever and ever

other answer to the anon here who wants to know why davos is in my top five among the rest. beware this might get wordy.

short answer: because chuck norris wears davos pajamas at night and he wishes he were half as badass.

no, okay, serious answer, have a top ten:

  • first, we’re talking about a guy who has managed the impossible in these books. as in, this dude managed to survive five asoiaf books and most likely will survive the sixth and he did that by telling the truth to the face of everyone he interacted with. like. guys. he managed that. how do you not love someone who has pulled out the Greatest Feat In These Books aka staying alive while actually being a decent human being without losing limbs in the process? well okay he doesn’t have some of his fingertips but that’s pre-canon, so. I mean, you have to love him just for that.
  • second: this guy is fucking awesome and he’s just - I love how he rises up to the occasion every time, how he works for what he has and how he’s totally not bullshitting about anything he does, never mind that he’s a former commoner criminal who raised up in society and made the most out of it. I mean, he gets a noble title after saving stannis’s hide at storm’s end, people make fun of him because of the onions and what does he do? he picks onions as his house sigil because he’s not a dumbass and he knows what brought him there. he gets nominated hand of the king? he fucking learns to read and write because he knows you can’t be an illiterate hand of the king, and he’s an adult by that point, it’s not exactly easy.
  • actually, shows that you don’t need to be literate to be the smartest man in the room, and I just love how before that he keeps on proving everyone about it even if his peers don’t think he’s the real deal. well, fuck them.
  • third: guys, there’s a reason why you see stannis not being cold at all just when interacting with him, because this badass is someone else who does not judge people, who does see beyond their fame/attitude/name and that is why he’s friends with stannis who has no other friends pretty much, and that’s mostly because people judge him pre-handedly - like I kind of die on how davos just loves stannis that much while most of the rest of the world dislikes him based on his apparently noncharming personality (which is by the way not just his fault, but). and I just die over how stannis who also doesn’t care about your background if he has good reasons to like you loves davos that much okay guys I’m weak.
  • fourth: Actual Decent Husband And Father Of The Century Or At Least Top Three Material. Or, guys, he might think that he’s been a bad husband/father and so on, but he actually managed to raise up his kids and maintain his family when he was a smuggler living in flea bottom with no real money, then he also accepted his title so he could give them a better life, he made sure his children got everything he didn’t (an education in primis because he knows you go ahead in the middle ages with it), he loves them all so much and guys. the letter he wrote to marya when he thought he was gonna die. guys. MY FEELS. HE’S JUST SUCH A DECENT GUY I’M CRY.
  • fifth: he’s the kind of decent/honest guy who will call out a room full of freys on talking shit about robb stark and the red wedding because he knows it’s the right thing to do when he knows they could and would most probably have him killed. and he didn’t know it’d gain him his out of jail free card when he did that and guys that was the most badass moment in adwd not counting theon jumping, k?
  • sixth: while he’s actually a nice honest guy it’s not like he’s naive or that he assumes that everyone will be nice and honest and honorable which is probably what kept him alive when it killed ned, but like I just love how this man knows perfectly how the world works and he knows that people are horrid but it doesn’t mean that he has to stoop down to that level and he keeps on living the way he thinks is right and I just really admire him for it okay.
  • seventh: at least we have a pov who was not born a noble and who knows perfectly what kind of shit commoners face and let me tell you that’s fucking refreshing and you can see he has an entire different perspective from how about everyone else and that he is a lot more cognizant of how much people put at stake in any given situation. (which is why stannis likes him that much along with his honesty I suppose.)
  • eight: he actually has self-awareness the way a lot of people in these books have not. he knows his strengths and weaknesses and he knows where he went wrong and he knows his faults, see that fucking letter he wrote to marya all over again. christ. I cried when I read it okay. 
  • ninth: being inside his head makes me fairly happy because at least I have someone who’s not trying to outsmart anyone, who’s straight about what happens and who is actually also a pretty damn wholesome guy. considering the average in asoiaf I really like having a break.
  • HE’S THE KIND OF GUY WHO WILL ACCEPT SOMEONE CUTTING OFF HIS FINGERTIPS BECAUSE IT’S FAIR AFTER SAVING THAT PERSON’S LIFE. I mean. Guys. I really like people who have the intellectual honesty to do it, what can I do?

bonus: show!davos is about the one character who didn’t get completely butchered, and he’s also the atheist representation I need and deserve even if I love the book version as well also in that one stannis is that representation so I’m good with either.

Also, as a friend of mine once said, 90% of the smarts in westeros probably went to him, and I’ll reiterate but he’s the most badass in the good way and I’ll fight anyone on that I love davos seaworth to pieces thank you for your time.

more than the cosmos

[ @jonsa-creatives Yes, it’s a bit early, but happy day one! I poured my heart and soul into this fic for today. It took about a month and a half to write, and it’s 15 pages on Google Docs (I was aiming for 3 originally- oops). This is based off of the movie Interstellar, which I LOVE. Even though it was difficult to write, this piece is my pride and joy! Enjoy! ❤, Amelia ]

more than the cosmos (ao3)

day one: travel


When he stumbled upon the secret NASA base several miles away from his old, run-down farmhouse, Jon hadn’t wanted anything to do with the mission that Dr. Eddard Stark was proposing. A search for a planet that could host human life - it seemed more foolhardy than hopeful. But then, when he was introduced to astrobiologist Sansa Stark, that all seemed to change.

And now he’s standing at the docking station, helmet in one hand as he prepares to leave his entire world behind.

“I’m still working on the gravity problem. By the time you return, I’ll have solved it,” says Dr. Stark, gazing up at the massive ship. The only reason humans haven’t escaped the desolate earth is because gravity prevents such large objects to leave the atmosphere. Jon hopes with all his heart that Dr. Stark finds a way. He’s rather fond of humanity.

He has never expected to return to the pilot’s seat. After NASA was shut down and he went back to farming corn, it seemed like he was doomed to live a life bound to the crops that failed year after year. But now, here he is, about to embark on a journey that could determine the future of mankind.

“I’ll take care of Sansa,” says Jon, “and Robb, too.” It can’t be easy for Dr. Stark to let his two oldest children dive into the cosmos. Jon had known the Starks from his days as a pilot. They were always there for each other, like a wolf pack.

“Hey, Dr. Snow, ready to hop on the highway to hell?”

There are two robots going with them on the journey. Jon turns to face one of them - Ghost - who looms over him. The robots are tall, rectangular forms that are comprised of smaller rectangles to help them move, and small screens that display data. Ever since Jon arrived, Ghost has taken a liking to him. The other one, Lady, is over with the other crew members. He catches Sansa’s eye, and she offers a bright smile

“Ghost, what’s your humor setting?” Dr. Stark asks.

“Ninety five percent, sir.”

“Let’s tone that down to an even eighty.” Ghost lumbers away, and he turns to shake Jon’s hand.

“Good luck, Jon Snow. We’re counting on you.”

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anonymous asked:

I've seen that a lot of JC fans said that JB fans only cares about Brienne. Do you think it's true?

I’m not totally sure what you mean, anon, there’s so much shit out there that may have traumatized you, so I’m going to riff on a few of the things I’ve seen.

Okay, gotta say first, in case this question is literal: Jaime x Brienne fans are a damned diverse bunch. We like a broad range of characters. Sure you get the more predictable Stark sister fans, Margaery fans, Oberyn lovers, Asha fans, Arianne fans. But we go all over the place from there. We’ve got stans for Roose, Sandor, Cersei, Stannis, Theon, Tywin, Dany, and hey we’ve got an incredible base of Qycelle shippers. So in the broader terms of asoiaf, no, we don’t care only about Brienne, we care about lots of shit.

Now, I will say, I think people who ship something tend to fan one half of their ship slightly more than the other half. And with JB fans, this tends to fall Brienne’s way more often than it doesn’t, so yes Brienne may get slightly (and it’s only slightly) more love from JB shippers than Jaime. Poor Jaime, in both of his major ships, the fans tend to love the other half of his ship more. Personally, as much as I fight it, I think I’m a Jaime fan first. I identify really deeply with that asshole. Brienne’s right in there, it’s close, but me? Yeah, Jaime probably wins by a hair. (But try talking shit about Brienne of Tarth to me, motherfucker, just try it!)

And…yeah, I’ll say it, a small percentage of Jaime x Brienne fans don’t really get Jaime. I don’t know why, or what happens, but I do see a few severely headscratching interpretations of his character in my fandom, and…oh, wait, no it’s not just my fandom. It’s asoiaf/got fandom in general. There are people who don’t get Jaime Lannister, but talk about him like they do. What the fuck is up with that?

Finally, I have to wonder if this anon is about the shit people say about JB fans over identifying with Brienne. That’s a shadow criticism I see floating around. It most often crops up in the form of: “But, you’re so pretty…why do you ship Jaime x Brienne?” There’s this idea that JB fans themselves are so pathetically awkward and (hey, we’ve seen it) ugly that they desperately need to see the ugliest girl (Brienne) lock down the hottest guy (Jaime) to validate their own pathetic existence. So:

  • Fuck them, and their concern about aesthetics. What the hell difference does it make what anyone looks like?!
  • I can say with absolute authority that my fellow JB fans actually happen to be the hottest, most adorable group of people you’ll ever see. (NOT THAT IT MATTERS! BECAUSE I DON’T CARE WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE!)
  • JB shippers identify with Brienne for many, many reasons, but the thing I personally see most often is that JB shippers identify with Brienne’s awkward outsiderness. Brienne doesn’t fit a mold, and she’s given hell for it, and that strikes a chord with many of us.
  • (I love myself so much, you guys. So much. *cries*)

gif source: brienneoftarth

anonymous asked:

Why do you think Roose keeps Ramsay alive?

I know, right? The closest we get to an answer comes in Roose’s conversation with Theon in Barrowton. Roose knows that Ramsay will murder any children the former has with Walda, and professes to actually be glad about that:

“Ramsay will kill them all, of course. That’s for the best. I will not live long enough to see new sons to manhood, and boy lords are the bane of any House.”

So it would seem that Roose has accepted that Ramsay will be his sole surviving progeny. But earlier in that conversation, he dismissed Ramsay as an unacceptable heir, too lowborn and bestial to rule:

“He should have been content to grind corn. Does he truly think that he can ever rule the north?”

“He fights for you,” Reek blurted out. “He’s strong.”

“Bulls are strong. Bears.”

So what’s going on here? Roose offers us a clue to why he’s let Ramsay live in his reveal of the latter’s backstory:

“A year later this same wench had the impudence to turn up at the Dreadfort with a squalling, red-faced monster that she claimed was my own get. I should’ve had the mother whipped and thrown her child down a well…but the babe did have my eyes. She told me that when her dead husband’s brother saw those eyes, he beat her bloody and drove her from the mill. That annoyed me, so I gave her the mill and had the brother’s tongue cut out, to make certain he did not go running to Winterfell with tales that might disturb Lord Rickard.”

So perhaps Roose has kept Ramsay around because he could not bring himself to kill a fellow Bolton (a deliberate echo, IMO, of Tywin resisting the urge to murder Tyrion in his crib), and because the disrespect shown the Dreadfort bloodline by the miller’s brother pricked Roose’s pride. But that still doesn’t explain why Roose is so blasé about Ramsay’s manifest unfitness as a future Lord, Warden, and possibly King in the North.

Let’s take another look at that first quote.

“Ramsay will kill them all, of course. That’s for the best. I will not live long enough to see new sons to manhood, and boy lords are the bane of any House.”

So Roose knows he’s very unlikely to survive the war. Whether it’s Stannis who kills him, or Mance, the Manderlys, the Umbers, or Ramsay himself, Roose will have seen it coming.

And he honestly doesn’t care! The Red Wedding represented everything Roose ever wanted to achieve, practically and aesthetically, and all that’s happened since has been “squabbling over spoils.” Whatever happens with Ramsay and the North after Roose dies, happens. To Roose, that’s none of his concern. Barbrey Dustin puts it best: 

“Roose has no feelings, you see. Those leeches that he loves so well sucked all the passions out of him years ago. He does not love, he does not hate, he does not grieve. This is a game to him, mildly diverting. Some men hunt, some hawk, some tumble dice. Roose plays with men. You and me, these Freys, Lord Manderly, his plump new wife, even his bastard, we are but his playthings.”

Btw, I think Barbrey intends for herself and her Ryswell kin to rule the North after Roose and Ramsay die:

As Maester Medrick went to one knee to whisper in Bolton’s ear, Lady Dustin’s mouth twisted in distaste. “If I were queen, the first thing I would do would be to kill all those grey rats.”

“White Harbor might prove troublesome should Lord Wyman survive this coming battle…but I am quite sure that he will not. No more than Stannis. Roose will remove both of them, as he removed the Young Wolf. Who else is there?”

“You,” said Theon. “There is you. The Lady of Barrowton, a Dustin by marriage, a Ryswell by birth.”

That pleased her.

anonymous asked:

Hi Madeleine! Hope you're doing well. Do you see any narrative bias in Book1 or subsequent books of Asoiaf?

I’m doing well, thanks!

This is a layered and interesting question. Narrative bias is something I’m always on edge about (is the show / book / film trying to send us a message? Is this like a sports game where I have to pick a side between two conflicting groups? Am I wrong for supporting this character?) but something which I’ve never thought about in the context of ASOIAF. A lot has been written about how the Game Of Thrones (the show) uses bias to spread harmful, or insulting messages- I highly recommend you read the recaps by @turtle-paced if you haven’t already. But as you asked about the books, I’ll discuss them.

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Why Ramsay Bolton is my favourite GoT character:

- he truly enjoys life to the fullest, he takes pleasure in everything he does and never takes life too seriously.

- you see him smiling constantly, contrary to Jon Snow who’s always grumpy.

- he doesn’t hide behind his mother’s skirts like Joffrey did, he does his own dirty work and loves it.

- we know every other character’s motivation, to sit on the Iron Throne, to rule Westeros, to kill white walkers - however, Ramsay is an interesting wild card who doesn’t desire any of those things.

- his introduction on Game of Thrones was awesome, once he led Theon back to that X-shaped crucifix, we knew what he was.

- he’s like Jon Snow’s evil doppleganger, they’re both dedicated to a cause that requires sacrifice, (“what I want is no longer the primary consideration”, he tells Myranda), they’re both born a Snow and they both love the color black. But when Jon is noble and annoying to the point where you start to sympathize with Alliser Thorne, Ramsay just doesn’t take life too seriously nor give a sh*t about nobility.

- all he really wants is his father’s recognition and acceptance. When he realizes that he will never have that, he takes things into his own hands, kills his father and literally feeds his stepmother and baby brother to his dogs. That is just so sick and twisted that it’s awesome.

- Ramsay has incredible strategic skills, both when it comes to battles and playing with people’s minds, he always gets what he wants. Think about how he sabotaged Stannis’ army with only 20 men, how he took Winterfell and Moat Cailin from the Ironborn and how he lured Jon Snow in to every single one of his traps at the Battle of the Bastards.

- Ramsay is genuinely funny, no violation is ever so horrible that he can’t find the humor in it.

- he happens to be portrayed by the incredible actor Iwan Rheon who’s insanely attractive btw and just amazing in every way.

Jon Snow Imagine

Can you do a GOT where you have grown up at winterfell and are best friends with Jon. And he loves you but he thinks you think of him only as a friend. When he leaves for the nights watch he thinks he’ll never see you again. Then one day you show up with stannis baratheon’s army and you both confess your love. Make it so fluffy I want to die!!

“You don’t have to go Jon,” you pleaded with him. “Please, Jon, don’t go,” you started tearing up as he packed his saddle bag. “I love you. You’re my best friend,” you added quickly. Your head was telling you to just admit your feelings but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“I love you too, Y/N, your the only friends I’ve ever had but Robb and Theon but I have to go Y/N. I don’t belong here. I want to be somewhere and do something where I’m not just Ned Stark’s bastard. I’ll write you as often as I can.” He wiped the single tear that had leaked from your eyes and gave you a large hug. He couldn’t tell you he loved you just before he left because he knew that he’d have to stay. You watched him as he rode off, over the hill, and out of your life.


Jon and the Night’s Watch watched as Stannis Baratheon’s army made their way back inside the gates walls. The battle with the Wildlings had just ended and everyone was drained. You had been part of the fight; having grown up along side Jon and Robb you had learned how to fight pretty well. You looked for Jon the whole time during the fight but saw nothing. As you were in line to walk through the gates you saw a slight white movement coming from beyond a Watchmen. Your gaze was just about to shift back to the white movement when you realized who the Watcher was: Jon! The movement behind him got quicker when you realized it was a lone Wildling on his way to Jon. You began running towards him. Upon seeing that you wouldn’t make it over there in time you stood your ground and yelled, “Jon, down!” You drew an arrow and released just as Jon dropped. The arrow sailed past where he had been standing and into the heart of the Wildling that had been coming after him.

You ran over and helped Jon stand up. “Jon,” you said happily.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” You were crushed into a giant hug. “It’s been years!”

“Yeah, thanks for writing,” you semi-bitterly stated. Jon frowned, “I’m sorry. It’s been absolutely mad up here and I couldn’t write. I thought about you everyday,” he sweetly said. “I’ll tell you about everything that happened since I’ve been gone.”

“Sounds like a deal, Snow,” you each threw an arm around each other and walked in the gates.

“How’d you end up with Stannis.” he asked you as you ate dinner in a small room with him. After he told you all about what he had seen since he was at the wall you rethought all the adventures you thought as exciting.  

“I was helping Robb scout Lannister allies around Westeros, mostly towards the North. When…everything happened…. I left to get whatever allie Robb had left to rally. Ultimately it was to much with such little force for the Lannisters. I came across one of Stannis’ men on one of my trips and he took me to him; I told him my allegiance had been with Robb but, if he would defeat the Lannisters, I’d gladly give my life for his. And now I’m here.” You took a large sip of the wine in front of you.

“Does Stannis and his men treat you ok?”

You nodded. “I’m one of his most trusted people. He treats me very well.”

“Is there…Is there someone that you’ve met while you were with him?”

“Are you asking me if I’m promised to anyone yet?” You laughed as he nodded. “No, Jon. The only person I’ve ever loved left me a long time ago.” You dropped your head and went to petting Ghost as a source of comfort.

Jon voice was somber and low, “You never told me about this mystery man before, Y/N.”

“That’s because you left. You left and I never got to tell you…Do you have any ladies that’ve made you want to break your oath,” you tried to improve the mood.

“Only the same girl I was willing to break promises for in Winterfell.” You slowly raised your head and looked into his eyes. “Maester said literature was never my calling; I guess that’s why I never told you how I felt.”

You let out a sad laugh to which Jon gave an extremely confused look. “We have over a dozen years together to admit our feelings and we never did. Now, I’m destined to be the woman every man fears and your off limits by oath.” You let out another sad chuckle and brushed the tears away before they could hit your face.

“Y/N,” you heard Jon get up and move in front out of you. “I don’t know how we’ll do it in the future; but we have right here, right now, to be together. Let’s not waste whatever time together that the Gods have given us.” You nodded and he pressed his lips to yours. “I’ve loved you for so long. If I could do it over again you would be mine and we’d be ruling with Robb in Winterfell.”

“I love you too Jon Snow.”

anonymous asked:

This might sound stupid, but wasn't Sansa disinherited by Robb? So wouldn't the line of succession of Winterfell be Bran-Rickon-Arya-Jon? I'm just a tad confused, since I've seen so many fics with Sansa ruling the North, while all her siblings except Robb is still alive. Did I miss something important?

It’s not a stupid question, and it’s one that people get tied in knots about a fair amount.  The answer to it is….complicated, and has to do with my least favorite dangling plot: Robb’s Will.

We first see Sansa’s status as being in the line for Winterfell discussed in A Storm of Swords.  

“It does not always happen the first time.” Though it did with you. “Nor even the hundredth. You are very young.”

“Young, and a king,” he said. “A king must have an heir. If I should die in my next battle, the kingdom must not die with me. By law Sansa is next in line of succession, so Winterfell and the north would pass to her.” His mouth tightened. “To her, and her lord husband. Tyrion Lannister. I cannot allow that. I will not allow that. That dwarf must never have the north.

“No,” Catelyn agreed. “You must name another heir, until such time as Jeyne gives you a son.” She considered a moment. “Your father’s father had no siblings, but his father had a sister who married a younger son of Lord Raymar Royce, of the junior branch. They had three daughters, all of whom wed Vale lordlings. A Waynwood and a Corbray, for certain. The youngest… it might have been a Templeton, but…”

“Mother.” There was a sharpness in Robb’s tone. “You forget. My father had four sons.”

She had not forgotten; she had not wanted to look at it, yet there it was. “A Snow is not a Stark.”

“Jon’s more a Stark than some lordlings from the Vale who have never so much as set eyes on Winterfell.”

“If Jon is a brother of the Night’s Watch, sworn to take no wife and hold no lands. Those who take the black serve for life.

“So do the knights of the Kingsguard. That did not stop the Lannisters from stripping the white cloaks from Ser Barristan Selmy and Ser Boros Blount when they had no more use for them. If I send the Watch a hundred men in Jon’s place, I’ll wager they find some way to release him from his vows.”

He is set on this. Catelyn knew how stubborn her son could be. “A bastard cannot inherit.”

Not unless he’s legitimized by a royal decree,” said Robb. “There is more precedent for that than for releasing a Sworn Brother from his oath.

“Precedent,” she said bitterly. “Yes, Aegon the Fourth legitimized all his bastards on his deathbed. And how much pain, grief, war, and murder grew from that? I know you trust Jon. But can you trust his sons? Or their sons? The Blackfyre pretenders troubled the Targaryens for five generations, until Barristan the Bold slew the last of them on the Stepstones. If you make Jon legitimate, there is no way to turn him bastard again. Should he wed and breed, any sons you may have by Jeyne will never be safe.

“Jon would never harm a son of mine.”

“No more than Theon Greyjoy would harm Bran or Rickon?”

Grey Wind leapt up atop King Tristifer’s crypt, his teeth bared. Robb’s own face was cold. “That is as cruel as it is unfair. Jon is no Theon.”

“So you pray. Have you considered your sisters? What of their rights? I agree that the north must not be permitted to pass to the imp, but what of Arya? By law, she comes after Sansa… your own sister, trueborn…

“… and dead. No one has seen or heard of Arya since they cut Father’s head off. Why do you lie to yourself? Arya’s gone, the same as Bran and Rickon, and they’ll kill Sansa too once the dwarf gets a child from her. Jon is the only brother that remains to me. Should I die without issue, I want him to succeed me as King in the North. I had hoped you would support my choice.

“I cannot,” she said. “In all else, Robb. In everything. But not in this… this folly. Do not ask it.”

“I don’t have to. I’m the king.” Robb turned and walked off, Grey Wind bounding down from the tomb and loping after him. (Catelyn, ASOS)

There are a couple of takeaway points from here:

  1. Before Theon took Winterfell, and assuming that everyone did as they were supposed to which–lol Westeros lol–the line of inheritance was as follows:
    1. Bran–>Rickon–>Sansa–>Arya–>Ned’s random Vale cousins
    2. Benjen, presumably, is not considered an heir because of his vows to the Night’s Watch (also his presumed deadness)
    3. Jon is not in the line of succession at all (a point of acute pain for him growing up) because he’s a bastard, and also his vows to the Night’s Watch
  2. This passage is not actually about disinheriting Sansa.  It’s about legitimizing Jon, and putting him before her in the line of succession so that Winterfell does not pass to the Lannisters should something happen to Robb.
    1. Jon–>{Bran}–>{Rickon}–>Sansa–>{Arya}–>Ned’s random Vale cousins (where {} indicates presumed deadness)
  3. The idea, then, would be that Jon would be legitimized and by royal decree freed of his oath to the Night’s Watch and he would then be Robb’s heir until Jeyne bore Robb some sons:
    1. **Robb’s potential sons**–>Jon–>{Bran}–>{Rickon}–>Sansa–>{Arya}–>Ned’s random Vale cousins
  4. Here’s the point of contention: there’s no indication that Sansa was ever removed from the line of succession.  It’s really unclear.  (Darn it, Robb).  To me, the passage reads as though Robb didn’t make a point of disinheriting Sansa so much as legitimizing Jon and naming Jon his heir, which would solve his problems nicely if Jon accepted this, and Sansa would still be treated “fairly” to some extent.  To me, the indication that Robb thinks that Arya’s dead, and even if he didn’t, refused to put her before Sansa in the line of succession means that I think his thought process ended with legitimizing Jon.  He didn’t feel as though he needed to do more than that, since he and Jeyne were shtupping several times a day and she would, theoretically, give him an heir sometime soon.  And also Walder Frey wasn’t going to be a huge fucking asshat.

This gets complicated, given what we know happens in ADWD, where Jon more than once rejects Stannis’ offer to legitimize him and give him Winterfell, saying that Sansa is Robb’s heir.  Now, whether he would handle that offer differently if it came from Robb vs. Stannis, we don’t (yet) know.  But if he is legitimized, he is a contender for the heir of Winterfell.

Which brings up, I suppose, more speculation of who would actually rule:

Jon–legitimized (assuming that he would feel comfortable with taking power he conceives of belonging to his younger siblings, which I don’t think he will, but who knows zombies man)?  Sansa, with the backing of the Vale (and Ned’s random Vale cousins maybe)? Rickon with the backing of White Harbor? Bran and his god powers and everyone thinking of him as Robb’s heir?  No one seems to take Arya into account in this discussion but gurl’s gonna have huge fuckin’ wolf pack so I’m layin’ on the table?  It’s hard to say.

Catelyn’s right in being nervous about it, to some extent: I do think that who will rule Winterfell is going to be a huge point in the next few books, especially as you have Manderly’s sphere of influence rising if he gets Rickon, versus Baelish’s intents for Sansa (which, tbh, who even knows if he actually intends to give her “Harry, the Eyrie, and Winterfell” because the dude is one sneaky motherfucker), versus who knows what zombified Jon is going to do.

What I do hold to be true is this: I don’t actually think that any of the Starks would place their claim over the others’ lives.  I think that those around them will be pushing them to fight, but I don’t actually see them wanting to do this.  Sansa mourns her family and thinks she’s the last Stark and will presumably be thrilled at not being alone in the world; Rickon hasn’t had a united family since he was three; Jon loves all his siblings and remembers them all fondly; Bran loves and is loved by everyone; Arya just wants to go home.  And, of course, there’s this:

Let me tell you something about wolves, child. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths. So if you must hate, Arya, hate those who would truly do us harm.  (Arya II, AGOT)

Which I guess is to say that to me, sure ok, let’s worry about who inherits, but in the long run, I believe that Ned raised his kids well enough to sort it out amongst themselves, and to do so fairly and well, regardless of the political machinations of those around them.

Stannis and the Starks

(Preferably to the tune of “Benny and the Jets”)

“I know he’s the King. My father died for him.”

As the frozen scales fall from Ned Stark’s eyes, as he sees what’s become of the kingdom he fought for and the king he loved, as he realizes he’s brought his daughters into the same hell that killed his father and his brother and then his sister, as his men die around him, as he is betrayed and shamed and given to ruin with roar and mockery in his ears, there is one person whose image in Ned’s mind stands (like the castle he should’ve inherited and murdered a good and honorable man to possess) against the storm of fatal deconstruction.

“A brothel?” Ned said. “The Lord of the Eyrie and Hand of the King visited a brothel with Stannis Baratheon?”

“If truth be told, I ofttimes wonder how Stannis ever got that
ugly daughter of his. He goes to his marriage bed like a man marching to a battlefield, with a grim look in his eyes and a determination to do his duty.”
Ned had not joined the laughter. “I wonder about your brother Stannis as well. I wonder when he intends to end his visit to Dragonstone and resume his seat on this council.”

Ned found it hard to imagine what could frighten Stannis
Baratheon, who had once held Storm’s End through a year of siege, surviving on rats and boot leather while the Lords Tyrell and Redwyne sat outside with their hosts, banqueting in sight of his walls.

"So when the king dies…”
“The throne by rights passes to Lord Stannis, the elder of Robert’s two brothers.”
Lord Petyr stroked his pointed beard as he considered the matter. “So it would seem. Unless…”
Unless, my lord? There is no seeming to this. Stannis is the heir.”

“I will give you a letter to place into the hand of Lord Stannis Baratheon. No one else. Not his steward, nor the captain of his guard, nor his lady wife, but only Lord Stannis himself.”

He drew out a fresh sheet of paper and dipped his quill in the inkpot. To His Grace, Stannis of the House Baratheon, he wrote. 

“Your son has no claim to the throne he sits. Lord Stannis is Robert’s true heir.”

And this, in the black cells, broken in every other respect:

“Stannis Baratheon is Robert’s true heir,” Ned said. “The throne is his by rights. I would welcome his ascent.”

Stannis is very, very pointedly missing from A Game of Thrones, a structuring absence that establishes the general irony of his character. Had he only been present in that first book, he might’ve won all. But he didn’t want to be in the same book as Robert, getting all the attention with his not-children and his scheming wife and his kingdom and his best friend in the world he loves like a brother and who’s exactly like me, Robert, can’t you see?

So he waits until the second book, and so Ned’s son (among others) gets a crown first, and he’s young and hot and charismatic like Robert was, and is beloved and battle-mad like Robert was, and leading a preposterously successful (at first) revolution like Robert was, and oh right he has the same fucking name besides…well. We know how Stannis feels about his fellow claimants to the Iron Throne. Nobody (except Tyrion and Sansa, of course) hates Joffrey quite like he does. Operas could and should be written about his relationship with Renly, and I’ll cry, so I’ll stop there.

But Robb?

On the one hand:

“The Starks seek to steal half my kingdom, even as the Lannisters have stolen my throne and my own sweet brother the swords and service and strongholds that are mine by rights. They are all usurpers, and they are all my enemies.”

"I am the rightful king, and your son no less a traitor than my brother here. His day will come as well.”

On the other:

"Good men and true will fight for Joffrey, wrongly believing him the true king. A northman might even say the same of Robb Stark. But these lords who flocked to my brother’s banners knew him for a usurper.

The leech was twisting in the king’s grip, trying to attach itself to one of his fingers.

“The usurper,” he said. “Joffrey Baratheon.”

When he tossed the leech into the fire, it curled up like an autumn leaf amidst the coals, and burned.

Stannis grasped the second. “The usurper,” he declared, louder this time. “Balon Greyjoy.” He flipped it lightly onto the brazier, and its flesh split and cracked. The blood burst from it, hissing and smoking.

The last was in the king’s hand. This one he studied a moment as it writhed between his fingers.“The usurper,” he said at last. “Robb Stark.” And he threw it on the flames.

When Stannis is at his best (i.e., when he’s doing what Davos says), he understands the social contract better than any other leader presented in the series, even more than Mance (and holy mother of god GRRM why was their conversation offscreen why), and so he understands and even respects Robb’s position in a way he can’t Joffrey’s or Renly’s. More to the point, he understands the perspective of Robb’s followers: men who quite reasonably have had enough of the Iron Throne, and whose primary political attachment has been to the Starks for a truly staggering amount of time. (There’s a reason so much of the imagery in the Theon-in-Winterfell chapters revolve around decay and old growth and crypts and memories; the removal of the Starks is an event of practically geological proportions.) Of course, Stannis would absolutely execute Robb if it came to it, but that’s an entirely different question, for no one more so than Stannis. So his relationship stands with the Starks in the wake of the Red Wedding; a grudging respect, a hinted kinship, but Stannis has a symbolic membership in the cult of Robb Stark’s assassination (an act already replete with fathers: Roose Bolton, Tywin Lannister, both Walder and Lothar Frey) and so he’s haunted, as always, by what could have been.

And then he meets Jon. 

“The woman was named Ygritte. I broke my vows with her, but I swear to you on my father’s name that I never turned my cloak.”

“I believe you,” the king said.

That startled him. “Why?”

Stannis snorted. “I know Janos Slynt. And I knew Ned Stark as well. Your father was no friend of mine, but only a fool would doubt his honor or his honesty. You have his look.”

"Why do you think I abandoned Dragonstone and sailed to the Wall, Lord Snow?”

“I am no lord, sire. You came because we sent for you, I hope. Though I could not say why you took so long about it.”

Surprisingly, Stannis smiled at that. “You’re bold enough to be a Stark.”

“They tell me that you slew one of these walking corpses to save Lord Mormont’s life,” Stannis said. “It may be that this is your war as well, Lord Snow. If you will give me your help.”

“My sword is pledged to the Night’s Watch, Your Grace,” Jon Snow answered carefully. 

That did not please the king. Stannis ground his teeth and said, “I need more than a sword from you.”

Jon was lost. “My lord?”

“I need the north.” 

Stannis’ rough, grouchy, but above all immediate intimacy with Jon is a remarkable thing to behold. The easy interpretation is that Jon’s the son Stannis never had, but given the context of Dance, I’d say it’s something a little weirder but also significantly more adorable: Jon’s a substitute Davos.

I say adorable because Stannis is otherwise very visibly uncomfortable and unhappy when Davos isn’t present: his meeting with Cressen, his confrontation with Renly, his interactions with the collective Night’s Watch after his arrival at the Wall, his brief conversation (if that) with Asha after her capture, and my personal favorite, his one-act play from Theon’s POV in Winds

“Knows me,” cried one of the ravens the maester had left behind. It flapped its big black wings against the bars of its cage.

“Knows,” it cried again.

Stannis turned. “Stop that noise.”

Did the king just tell a bird to be quiet? This Mal is desperately missing his Zoe. (It’s also hilarious because it has been a very long time since anyone told Bloodraven to shut up.)

And in public, private, and purely in his POV, Jon offers Stannis his unfiltered and unflagging support–a Davos after all.

“Just once you might try to give me an answer that would please me, Lord Snow,” the king grumbled.

“I would hope the truth would please you, Sire.“

“In times as confused as these, even men of honor must wonder where their duty lies. Your Grace is not the only king in the realm demanding homage.”

Lady Melisandre stirred. “Tell me, Lord Snow … where were these other kings when the wild people stormed your Wall?”

“A thousand leagues away and deaf to our need,” Jon replied. “I have not forgotten that, my lady. Nor will I.”

“It’s death and destruction I want to bring down upon House Lannister, not scorn.” Jon read from the letter. “The Night’s Watch takes no part in the wars of the Seven Kingdoms. Our oaths are sworn to the realm, and the realm now stands in dire peril. Stannis Baratheon aids us against our foes from beyond the Wall, though we are not his men …”

Sam squirmed in his seat. “Well, we’re not. Are we?”

One arrow took Mance Rayder in the chest, one in the gut, one in the throat…[U]p on the platform, Stannis was scowling. Jon refused to meet his eyes.

King Stannis said, “Lord Snow, tell me of Mors Umber.”

The Night’s Watch takes no part, Jon thought, but another voice within him said, Words are not swords.

“Sire, this is a bold stroke, but the risk—” The Night’s Watch takes no part. Baratheon or Bolton should be the same to me. “If Roose Bolton should catch you beneath his walls with his main strength, it will be the end for all of you.”

Jon realized that his words were wasted. Stannis would take the Dreadfort or die in the attempt. The Night’s Watch takes no part, a voice said, but another replied, Stannis fights for the realm, the ironmen for thralls and plunder. “Your Grace, I know where you might find more men. Give me the wildlings, and I will gladly tell you where and how.”

Note how rarely Jon fails to honor Stannis as King, even/especially in his thoughts. The quote atop this meta is from the show, but it’s one of the precious and rare moments in which the show sticks an emotional leap beyond the text.

Ned didn’t actually die for Robert. Robert was already gone. He didn’t die for Robb, who hadn’t yet marched. He didn’t truly die for Jon Arryn, whose killers betrayed him (Littlefinger, of course, but Lysa wrote the lie-filled letter to Catelyn that sealed Ned’s fate, and that of his daughters). He certainly didn’t die for Renly.

Eddard Stark died for Stannis Baratheon to be king, because a world that answered Littlefinger and the Lannisters with justice was a world worth dying for. It is important for Stannis to hear this, because it hints at a resolution to a remarkable number of the grievances that gnaw at him in the night. It is important for Jon Snow to say it, because it hints at the decision that Jon will make sometime early in the next season (for some stupid fucking reason)(could’ve been in season 4 in place of the astonishingly pointless torture-porn subplot)(and that would’ve pushed the battle at Castle Black up a couple episodes, tightening Ygritte’s storyline)(don’t get me started on what season 4 did to the North) to refuse Stannis’ offer of legitimacy, lordship, and Winterfell. It is crucial that Jon makes this decision before he is elected Lord Commander, before he knows that he has been nominated. The election doesn’t drive his decision; it validates it, even rewards it…perhaps more directly than we care to think. Jon realizes he could never allow Stannis and Melisandre to burn Winterfell’s godswood in his name only when Ghost (whom Jon recognizes as an emissary of the old gods) picks that moment to emerge from the haunted forest….and minutes later, the raven we all know to be controlled remotely by everyone’s favorite one-eyed cave-dwelling semi-immortal not named Beric Dondarrion (jury’s out on Euron; I imagine he’ll be hard to kill, but I don’t see him as the spelunking type) emerges from the kettle to establish Jon as Jeor Mormont’s natural successor. Remember Varys’ riddle. Who elected Jon Snow, truly? Dolorous Edd, who nominated him? Sam, who manipulated Cotter Pyke and Denys Mallister into supporting Jon, or Aemon, who subtly manipulated Sam? Or was it Ghost and Bloodraven, Team Old Gods anointing one of their champions? (Bloodraven has a significant stake in Jon’s future as well as Bran’s, and will no doubt be involved in his resurrection. Btw, what did Bloodraven tell his beloved brother’s grandson Aemon in their near two decades on the Wall together, while the former’s third eye was opening? Which leads me back to the question of whether Aemon knows Jon is his beloved brother’s great-great-grandson, and…)

ANYway, above all, it is important for us, the audience, to hear Jon say to Stannis that Ned had died to make him king. That’s especially true for the show-only crowd, who has very good reason to be baffled by Stannis and his continuing presence in the story; Jon’s quote puts the middle Baratheon’s opaque, seemingly tangential struggle into a larger and more emotionally familiar context. Of course, book Stannis would hate that, having his claim reduced to the catalyst for Ned’s death! Then again, in keeping with the aforementioned general irony, Stannis thaws at the Wall, in large part because he finds himself unexpectedly drawn to Northern culture and peoples. He respects Mance, and seemingly Val even more so. He allows himself to be wined and dined by the hill clans–which would be considered an utterly banal aspect of kingship for virtually any other leader in the series, but this is Stannis Baratheon, if I may quote Tywin (backhand-complimenting the only person he fears). Stannis had never pushed a PR campaign in person before arriving at the Wall; now the king courts his subjects, rather than sitting alone and loudly demanding the reverse. And he does it because he trusts Jon, and he trusts the North. I get the sense that, despite the nightfires, he quite likes the cold, or at least that particular Northern cold, the genuine article described in the opening pages of the first book…the grey wind.

(Any excuse to drop in my favorite line in fantasy: “And Lyra thrilled at those times with the same deep thrill she’d felt all her life on hearing the word North.” Always capitalize North, especially the Stark North.)

But it’s the idea of the Stark in Winterfell that attracts Stannis the most, shining a light on Stark mythos in a way he can appreciate, even admire. Stannis seeks to put Jon in Ned’s seat for reasons beyond military alliance. The context of their conversation (atop the Wall, ruminating on the War for the Dawn, Melisandre standing by as an avatar of ancient magic) reminds us that the Stark’s paramount position in the North is partially mystical as well as political, that the warmth of Winterfell is a slightly cosmic property as well as a physical one, and that, as with Harrenhal, the sheer tectonic weight of history on an ancient place makes its presence known within the flickering of mortal lives. Stannis is offering Jon a place in a powerfully long history, in large part because he feels it belongs to Jon in a way it wouldn’t to Tyrion or Roose or Arnolf Karstark. The latter becomes the king’s choice for Winterfell after Jon is elected Lord Commander, because Stannis is surprised and hurt by Jon’s refusal, makes no attempt whatsoever to hide it, and so gives the castle to a man whose nephew and lord betrayed Robb…a man who carries Stark around as part of his name, like he could give it away. It’s a decision designed to wound Jon, as is referring to Sansa as “Lady Lannister.” This could all come across as abusive and is unquestionably petty beyond description, but Stannis is at his most lovable when he treats people like furniture he can mutter his grievances at; Jon, to his credit, grasps this almost immediately, and adjusts his expectations accordingly. 

“His Grace is growing fond of you.”

“I can tell. He only threatened to behead me twice.”

But they aren’t truly sundered, as the cold war between Stannis and the Starks finally ends in my single favorite moment in the series, one which (as is so often the case with both Stannis and Jon) relies on our willingness to interpret and visualize subtle-to-the-point-of-nonexistent emotional cues, to be aggressively empathetic.

“Can I have his boots?” asked Owen the Oaf, as Janos Slynt’s head went rolling across the muddy ground. “They’re almost new, those boots. Lined with fur.”

Jon glanced back at Stannis. For an instant, their eyes met. Then the king nodded, and went back inside his tower.

Everything conveyed in the space between their eyes is left unsaid, by them and GRRM. Like a pre-60s cinematographer tilting his lens away from the soon-to-sex, the author respects their privacy (just as he did by never taking us inside the moment when Davos allowed Stannis to cut into him, an early echo of the future king’s respect for Northern traditions). We can, perhaps, easily project what Stannis was expressing to Jon in that moment: respect, understanding, one single drop of misty-eyed paternal affection, and of course gratitude for the honor of watching Janos Slynt’s head roll across the ground, a justice denied by Robert (and Littlefinger). But what was in Jon’s eyes?

Visions of Winterfell (and his family, and Ygritte, all that he’s lost) begin to invade Jon’s mind beginning in his sixth Dance chapter, when he learns that the person he loves most in the world is being given to a monster worse than Joffrey. Or, at least, that’s when GRRM shows us the visions; but I’ve always imagined that, for an instant, Jon saw Ned standing in front of the king’s tower, Ned watching him do justice as he himself did in the very beginning of the series, Ned alive and proud and ready to explain, explain himself, explain everything, so Jon could finally stop dreaming of Winterfell even when awake.

They both know it should be Ned standing there, as Stannis feels it should’ve always been him there next to Robert. What Jon and his king share in that moment is the understanding that what they’ve lost is gone, irrevocably, and they’re both likely to lose more, but they’re glad to have met along the way; they’re happy for the melancholy, switched-lives fate (the “bittersweet ending”) arranged for them by the Author. And all the king can do is nod, and go back into his tower, because he’s Stannis, and he’s been crying where no one can see him since Proudwing.

“You are the real Arya, my lady. Arya of House Stark, Lord Eddard’s daughter, heir to Winterfell.” Her name, she had to know her name. “Arya Underfoot. Your sister used to call you Arya Horseface.” (Theon to Jeyne ADWD)

My face is a dark pool, hiding everything, showing nothing. She thought of all the names that she had worn: Arry, Weasel, Squab, Cat of the Canals. She thought of that stupid girl from Winterfell called Arya Horseface. Names did not matter. (Arya ADWD)

theres a lot of contrast between these two, mostly in a dance with dragons, because they have almost opposite arcs. while arya has to forsake her life as arya stark, jeyne poole is forced to assume that same identity. which in turn effects other storylines. arya was taken from kings landing by an ally who meant to bring her home, though she hasn’t made it yet. but jeyne was taken prisoner after the stark fall in kings landing and used as a pawn in the game. this brings her back to winterfell where she becomes arya stark to give the boltons a claim to the north. as this happens the real arya stark tries to forget she ever was arya at the house of black and white. theon constantly has to remind the jeyne to be arya and the faceless men see through the real arya’s futile attempts at becoming no one. identity is critical to all of their arcs. arya and theon both know what its like to take on many names 

She raised her eyes to his. Brown eyes, not grey. Are all of them so blind? For a long moment she did not speak, but those eyes were begging. This is your chance, he thought. Tell them. Tell them now. Shout out your name before them all, tell them that you are not Arya Stark, let all the north hear how you were made to play this part. (Theon, ADWD)

wyman compares the entire conspiracy to a “mummer’s farce” one that is going to come to a vengeful end. the theatrical elements are present all throughout this storyline. at winterfell; the whole wedding is a play, everyone has their assigned role: theon is the prince of winterfell and jeyne is arya stark but she’s really just a “a lamb in a direwolf’s skin”. they do what is required of them but ramsay tortures and abuses them both. 

He’ll want me or he won’t, she thought, so let the play begin. […] See?thought Mercy. You know your line, and so do I. 
“Think so?” asked Arya, sweetly. (TWOW)

in braavos we see those same dramatic elements with a simialar horror movie vibe. arya actually has to use a new face (or skin) to become a mummer. but her apprenticeship is brought to an abrupt end when she seizes the opportunity to get revenge against raff the sweetling, a childkiller and rapist, with the same words he used against her friend years earlier very much embodying manderlys “the north remembers and the mummer’s farce is almost done” speech

“He’s to marry Arya Stark. My little sister.” Jon could almost see her in that moment, long-faced and gawky, all knobby knees and sharp elbows, with her dirty face and tangled hair. They would wash the one and comb the other, he did not doubt, but he could not imagine Arya in a wedding gown, nor Ramsay Bolton’s bed. No matter how afraid she is, she will not show it. If he tries to lay a hand on her, she’ll fight him. (Jon, ADWD)

there are a lot of connections between arya and the north even while she’s across the narrow sea. arya has history with the boltons; she was roose’s cupbearer in harrenhal but managed to escape his evil clutches. their plot with jeyne as arya ties all the northern stories together. stannis promises to save arya if he can, melisandre offers to help as well, mance and his spearwives try to do the same, the northmen (like house mormont) all follow because of “the ned’s girl” and then theres jon. jon’s heart is torn over his duty to the watch and his love for arya. in the end he decides to attack the boltons. there might be a lot of factors a play here but jon’s last thought before dying is of arya.

Theon: Fluff and Love

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It had been nearly two years since Theon Greyjoy had escaped the capture of the Bolton’s with Jeyne Poole, the girl the Bolton’s were saying was Arya Stark. Theon should have died at the hands of King Stannis Baratheon, the King of the Seven Kingdoms, and he would have if it hadn’t been for Lady Y/n. Being a Northern, y/n grew up knowing the Stark children and Theon once he became a ward of Lord Eddard Stark. She should have hated Theon, should have watched with a bright smile as he was killed, but when the time came she couldn’t bear the thought. She had already lost Robb and her brothers to the Northern march South, she didn’t want to lose Theon as well. So she vouched for Theon and somehow managed to talk the King into allowing Theon to come live with her and her servants in her Father’s castle.

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