there is no one better than this man

ladyofthesevenfandoms  asked:

With everything that has happened in the show, I was just wondering how much Daenerys and Jon know about eachother in the books, if anything?

Daenerys almost certainly has no idea Jon exists. Hell, her knowledge of Eddard Stark is scant at best:

Yet sometimes Dany would picture the way it had been, so often had her brother told her the stories. The midnight flight to Dragonstone, moonlight shimmering on the ship’s black sails. Her brother Rhaegar battling the Usurper in the bloody waters of the Trident and dying for the woman he loved. The sack of King’s Landing by the ones Viserys called the Usurper’s dogs, the lords Lannister and Stark.

The Usurper will kill you, sure as sunrise, Mormont had said. Robert had slain her gallant brother Rhaegar, and one of his creatures had crossed the Dothraki sea to poison her and her unborn son. They said Robert Baratheon was strong as a bull and fearless in battle, a man who loved nothing better than war. And with him stood the great lords her brother had named the Usurper’s dogs, cold-eyed Eddard Stark with his frozen heart, and the golden Lannisters, father and son, so rich, so powerful, so treacherous.

“Ned Stark a traitor?” Ser Jorah snorted. “Not bloody likely. The Long Summer will come again before that one would besmirch his precious honor.”

“What honor could he have?” Dany said. “He was a traitor to his true king, as were these Lannisters.”

[“]The day Lord Stark lost his head, I was there, watching. Afterward I went into the Great Sept and thanked the seven gods that Joffrey had stripped me of my cloak.”

“Stark was a traitor who met a traitor’s end.”

“Your Grace,” said Selmy, “Eddard Stark played a part in your father’s fall, but he bore you no ill will. When the eunuch Varys told us that you were with child, Robert wanted you killed, but Lord Stark spoke against it. Rather than countenance the murder of children, he told Robert to find himself another Hand.”

“Have you forgotten Princess Rhaenys and Prince Aegon?”

“Never. That was Lannister work, Your Grace.”

“Lannister or Stark, what difference? Viserys used to call them the Usurper’s dogs. If a child is set upon by a pack of hounds, does it matter which one tears out his throat? All the dogs are just as guilty.[”]

Daenerys has based her knowledge on Lord Stark, as she has on most Westerosi matters, on the stories Viserys passed down to her, stories Viserys himself received in probably simplified format when he was all of seven or eight. There would be no reason for Viserys to know about Lord Stark’s bastard son (especially when Ned himself did not even meet Jon until after the Sack of King’s Landing, which itself came after Viserys and the pregnant Rhaella were sent to Dragonstone), and consequently no way for Daenerys to have heard about him either.

Now, Jon might know, on an intellectual level, that Daenerys exists, or did exist at one time. He certainly knew his father fought in Robert’s Rebellion, and while questions about the war might have been discouraged by Ned’s sadness over his losses in it, Jon still recalls that his father had spoken “often” of “the peerless Robert Baratheon, demon of the Trident, the fiercest warrior of the realm”; Jon himself also knew that men “whispered Kingslayer behind [Jaime’s] back” without much confusion about the epithet on his part, which might seem to suggest that he had a basic working knowledge of the Sack of King’s Landing. Certainly, it was not a secret that the youngest of Aerys II’s children had escaped to Essos: the denizens of the Lazy Eel discuss the escape of the Beggar King and his sister (with only Davos getting her name right), while the acolytes at the Citadel do the same in the prologue of AFFC. Still, I would doubt Jon knows anything more than that Daenerys (if he even knows her name) was Aerys II’s daughter, and that she escaped with her brother to Essos at the end of Robert’s Rebellion.

All of this is to say, however, that there’s good reason to think they’ll learn more about each other before they actually meet. Perhaps not Jon about Daenerys in TWOW (he’ll be pretty busy with his resurrection, the coming threat of the Others, and of course his own parentage questions being finally answered), but I think very possibly Daenerys about Jon. She will, after all, have Tyrion as one of her primary advisers, who just so happens to have met Jon. As she comes onto Westeros proper, I think Jon will be quite interested to hear about dragons - what could be better to stop demons of ice than fire made flesh? - and the woman who birthed them, while Daenerys might start thinking a little more sympathetically about the Starks (given her vision of the Red Wedding), and perhaps that sweet blue flower in the Wall of ice … 

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geekprincess26  asked:

Are you still taking Jonsa fic prompts? If so, may I request one based on prompt #10? Thank you!

Yes, thank you! 

“Don’t try, I’m not worth it.” 


“Hi everyone, it’s nice to meet you all!” Sansa called out. “My name is Sansa, and I’m your orientation guide! Who’s ready to have some fun?” 

The 18-year-olds looked around nervously before cheering somewhat. Sansa, ever the perky college junior, refused to let their nerves deter her. 

“Oh come on, I think we can do better than that! I said who’s ready to have some fun?” 

They cheered a bit louder, and she smiled. She scanned her eyes over the group, taking in their faces. Her eyes landed on one guy in the back, who looked shyer than most. 

His dark curls were pulled into a man bun, and he had on glasses and a leather jacket. Intriguing. He looked like the kind of guy who would put up a fight against her perkiness… She always won in the end, though. 

“Alright, let’s head over to the student union to get started!” She motioned for everyone to start walking, and she hung back, waiting for the mystery guy to catch up. 

“Hi, I’m Sansa, what’s your name?” she asked. 

“Uh, I’m Jon. Jon Snow,” he replied without looking at her. 

“Where are you from, Jon Snow?”

“Don’t try, I’m not worth it,” he muttered. 

She stopped walking. “Try what? I’m just being friendly.” 

He glowered at her. “I don’t make friends.” He stalked off after the rest of the group, and she chased after him. She was really intrigued now, and determined to find out more about him.  

anonymous asked:

Niall is the guy that is still on good terms with his exes, the one who STILL follows Zayn on insta, the guy who is so freaking supportive of EVERYONE. He's an amazing human and a far better person than I could ever be because there is zero way in hell after everything, would I be attending a show for that jerk. I admire him for being the amazing man and human he is. He is literally the embodiment of being too good and I hope the rest choke on it, you can be the NICE guy and come out on top.

i know. i just really wish it was reciprocated. niall deserves every ounce of everyone support bc that’s what he shows them. and, except for mainly one other member, he doesn’t get it.

One-Shot: Behind The Scenes

Summary: “It was all lovey-dovey, then we got in a fight because that’s how it always goes. I was pissed ’cause that is also how it goes, He tried to smooth it over and I go, ‘Are you going to break up with me?’ And he goes, ‘I think I’ll wait 60 years.’ So sweet, right?”


She was happy. She had finally moved on with an amazing man who treated her better than anyone ever had. And his looks were just a plus.

They always say the first months of dating are like the honey moon face of the relationship. Not being able to stay away from each other. PDA all over the place. The moment you realise how in love you actually are but you are still afraid to say it, wanting to hear him say it first. It could be said they are still on that stage.

At least they were. 


“Come on Miranda, its been 4 months, i think its time.” Anderson started to get frustrated. They had postponed this talk a million times, but it was about time they finally discussed it.

“Im not ready Mike. I cant be in the public eye that way all over again.” She sighted. There was nothing she wanted more than to scream that she was in love with this amazing man. But things didnt work like that. Not in her world.

“I just want one good reason. Just one. Tell me why you dont want everyone to know about us?” He didnt want to sound selfish but he was done with the hiding. He was done with having to watch their every move just in case someone who wasn’t friends of theirs noticed. 

“Have you heard all the shitty things they’ve been saying about me? All the fucking comments about my personal life? My decisions? I dont want to go through that again. Not now.” She started to get angrier as each second went by. That was not a good thing.

“Miranda, i think i know you pretty well by now. I know you dont give a shit what everybody else says. If you dont want the world to know, fine. But i just want a reason. Not a lie. The truth. Why dont you want people to know? Are you embarrassed of me? Is that why?” He sometimes wondered. I mean, he was actually dating Miranda Lambert and he still had no idea how the hell he pulled that off. 

“Dont say stupid shit. You know im not. If i have to give you a reason, why dont you tell me yours? Why are you so obsessed with the world knowing?” She threatened with her eyes. This was probably the worse fight they had had in the whole 4 months, but it was bound to happen some time. 

“Im scared, okay!? Im so freaking scared about us.” She continued. “What if you dont like the whole fame thing and decide we are not enough? What if you get bored?” She put her hands on her face and sighted.

“I dont give a shit about being famous. I dont give a shit what people say or think. I just want to be allowed to go outside and hold your hand. To kiss you on the street, to post cute pictures about how freaking adorable you are. I want to show you off, you are my girlfriend, I should be allowed to do this. I dont care who knows. I dont care what people may say. I want to make you happy and im willing to go full ends to make this happen. You deserve the world Miranda. You shouldn’t be kept hidden. We shouldn’t be kept hidden.” There he was, back to the sweet and caring Anderson. 

Miranda bit her lip. God was she in love. “Im so in love with you it hurts. You know that. But what if we dont last? What if one day you decide im not enough. What if you realise your life was better without me in it? I dont wanna go through a heart break in the public eye all over again. Last time was more than enough, Mike.”

“Babe, i love you, im pretty sure i made that clear already. I want you in my life. I want to wake up every day next to you and kiss you good night. I can promise you my life without you in it was meaningless. And im not planning on getting back to it any time soon.” He grabbed her shoulders.

“But are you?” She had to asked.

“Am i what, honey?”

“Are you breaking up with me?” She looked at him with puppy eyes. He smiled, leaning as close to her lips as he could without touching them.

“I think i’ll wait 60 years.” 


fresh little unpleasantness has arisen. but i’ve spoken to your superiors & now we’re all such good friends, they’ve kindly agreed to let me keep the team together. ` ❫

Lame adaptations and sequels are always like, “how can Mina go back to her stifling Victorian marriage after her experience with the dark, seductive Dracula??”

Meanwhile, Mina marries her best friend, who she’s known since they were children, who she share common interests with, they build a home together, work as partners, make immense sacrifices for each other, support each other through their traumas.

Guys, a marriage isn’t stifling and restrictive just because two people… get along, I guess?

i love how in tolkien’s stories every elf is more beautiful and even fairer than the one before


Glitch Effect Tutorial

ayyeee here’s a tutorial no one asked for made this for college assignment, but i hope someone will find this useful! >w< (original drawing)

say you won’t let go | 01

 part 01 | part 02 [final] 

Summary: You’ve been eighteen years old for ten years when Jungkook first moves in.
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst; Roommate/Soulmate AU (In which you stop aging when you turn 18 until you meet your soulmate)
Word Count: 12,038
Author’s Note: I was going to wait and upload the whole thing in one giant oneshot but for the stake of everyone’s sanity, it’ll be split into two parts. props to @minsvga for always being down to beta! 


The morning comes like clockwork, obviously, but sometimes you wish it didn’t. Sometimes, the morning is like an unexpected gust of wind, blowing away the present and the comfort and leaving you alone with nothing but your thoughts and the disappointing feeling akin to the sensation of something missing from your life. Which, considering everything the world and the fates and the bonds that connect individuals together and all the shit like that, is not too far off from a relevant problem in your life.

The days seem to blend together, time slipping between your fingers but leaving you with no opportunity or way to stop it or prolong it. You certainly feel different, older somehow and probably wiser, and you’re sure it shows in your eyes, in the curl of your lips, in the longing touch of your smile.

But you crawl out of bed in the morning, feet landing like a gentle sigh on the carpet, following the hall down to your bathroom until you’re situated in front of the sink and taking a long glance at your reflection. You don’t know why you insist to yourself to always look at the mirror, because it’s not like anything would have changed overnight, nothing ever really does. You take in your expression, the skin of your face and the darkness of your eyes, a harsh contrast to the youth of your face, the curve of your nose and the sharpness of your jawline—you: fresh, and young and not a day over eighteen-years-old, just as you have been for ten years.

This has been the way of human life since its creation, a science with no explanation and a connection that cannot be seen or heard or even felt. It’s a different kind of connection, moreso the type of link that brings two people together, two people whoever has a hand in predetermination believe would be the best fit for each other. A soulmate, an individual meant to compliment you in every aspect, someone gifted to you from unidentifiable figures; figures you would not even believe existed if not for the world they created and built, a world you now inhabited.

In theory, the unspoken rules of the whole soulmate business seemed easy: a case in which the aging process stops at the eighteen until one’s soulmate came along, done so in order for the pair of them to gain the ability to grow old together, experience life together, be there for each other during the true ups and downs of college and jobs and family. Every single person you’ve ever stumbled upon each has their own story, their own tales of their relationship. You’ve met people in a relationship that never grew, friends who realized they were each other’s everything, individuals who went through years upon years upon years of life with a soulmate fresh out of the gate—always a variety, never a wrong answer or a right one. Yet, they all seem happy, no matter where the path of life seems to take them.

But now that you’ve been eighteen for a solid ten years, you’re ready to call major bullshit on every single individual who dared to look you in the eye and tell you that they don’t care about the unwinding of fate.

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