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"One bird croaking my name was bad enough," said Jon, "and snow's nothing a black brother wants to hear about." Snow often meant death in the north.

Jon Snow Week - Day 7: Ides of March | Death & Resurrection

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“The place where Rhaegar was born was now filled with the roar of dragons, as Jon and Dany gazed upon the ruined halls together for the first time”

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Jon Snow Week: Heroism & Leadership

“I am the shield that guards the realms of men. Those are the words. So tell me, my lord—what are these wildlings, if not men?”

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Jon Snow Week: Ides of March | Death & Resurrection | Future Speculations

“For the Watch.”

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Day 7: death & resurrection

Ten of swords

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Jon returning to Winterfell, post resurrection.

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Day 7 | Death & Resurrection

Lady Stoneheart and Jon Snow

inspiration from @/constantine_james on tt

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day 6 | heroism

“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”

-AGOT Sansa VI

"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.

(…)Emmett kicked his legs out from under him. Dolorous Edd planted a foot on his back to keep him on his knees as Emmett shoved the block beneath his head. "This will go easier if you stay still," Jon Snow promised him. "Move to avoid the cut, and you will still die, but your dying will be uglier. Stretch out your neck, my lord." 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.”

-ADWD Jon II

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#JONWEEK: day 6 – heroism.

“who wouldn’t want to be Jon Snow — the brooding, Byronic, romantic hero whom all the girls love.” — GRRM .⋆♱

₊˚ ❆ Jon Snow inspired by Thomas Phillips’ replica of Lord Byron.

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jon week day7; death and resurrection

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day 5 | magic, prophecy, dreams

Of late, Jon Snow sometimes felt as if he and the direwolf were one, even awake. The great white wolf appeared first, shaking off the snow.

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Jon Snow Week: Magic | Prophecy | Dreams

“Jon picked up a dagger blade, featherlight and shiny black, hiltless. Torchlight ran along its edge, a thin orange line that spoke of razor sharpness. Dragonglass. What the maesters call obsidian. Had Ghost uncovered some ancient cache of the children of the forest, buried here for thousands of years? The Fist of the First Men was an old place, only …”

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