#bookjonsa

[kitnjon]

Jon Snow & Sansa Stark + ASOIAF

[alaynestcnes]

this story must be told because it is true to [them] and it cannot be told because it would destroy them in one way or another. it would get them killed or unravel the myths about them and they cannot do that, they don't have the strength and so…there will be no folk songs or statues built in their name. their relationship only exists in each other.

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[sizzlinbaconpeach]

PostIt Jonsa

Shhh... its totally not some older sketches I did at work

[here-to-riot]

Guys what if D&D didn’t give us Jonsa bc GRRM actually has Jonsa as endgame in the final book, and thought if majority of GOT fans (who love Danny & ship Jonerys) found out then they wouldn’t want to read the books. So the ending was done in a way where the book ending wasn’t exactly given away and u can still get everyone in the fandom to read it. If this is true, the only thing that would upset me is that Kit and Sophie aren’t there to act it out, cuz their chemistry was everything!

[kitnjon]

Jon Snow & Sansa Stark + ASOIAF

[kitnjon]

Jon Snow & Sansa Stark + ASOIAF

[kitnjon]

Jon Snow & Sansa Stark + ASOIAF

[kitnjon]

Jon Snow & Sansa Stark + ASOIAF

A Game of Thrones - Sansa VI

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.

A Dance with Dragons - Jon II

"If the boy thinks that he can frighten me, he is mistaken," they heard Lord Janos said. "He would not dare to hang me. Janos Slynt has friends, important friends, you'll see …" The wind whipped away the rest of his words.

This is wrong, Jon thought. "Stop."

"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.

By the time a suitable chopping block was found, Lord Janos had retreated into the winch cage, but Iron Emmett went in after him and dragged him out. "No," Slynt cried, as Emmett half-shoved and halfpulled him across the yard. "Unhand me … you cannot … when Tywin Lannister hears of this, you will all rue—"

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.