Tumgik
jonsnowsource · 4 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Chapters of A Song of Ice & Fire - A Storm of Swords - Jon IX      If the wildlings were coming, the Wall would need every man. Gods know we have few enough. Jon looked at Pyp and Kegs and Satin, Horse and Owen the Oaf, Tim Tangletongue, Mully, Spare Boot, and the rest, and tried to imagine them going belly to belly and blade to blade against a hundred screaming wildlings in the freezing darkness of that tunnel, with only a few iron bars between them. That was what it would come down to, unless they could stop the turtle before the gate was breached.
210 notes · View notes
jonsnowsource · 4 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Wind and words. Wind and words.
749 notes · View notes
jonsnowsource · 4 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media
“Farewell, Snow.” “And you, Stark.”
Happy birthday, @olivergrace❤️
565 notes · View notes
jonsnowsource · 4 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
JON SNOW - EVERY EPISODE | 1.04
334 notes · View notes
jonsnowsource · 4 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
“This is not Winterfell. On the Wall, a man gets only what he earns. You’re no ranger, Jon, only a green boy with the smell of summer still on you.”
JON SNOW - EVERY EPISODE | 1.03
228 notes · View notes
jonsnowsource · 4 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
JON SNOW - EVERY EPISODE 
558 notes · View notes
jonsnowsource · 4 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
2K notes · View notes
jonsnowsource · 4 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
asoiaf meme: [4/8] POV characters
“Corn,” the bird said, and, “King,” and, “Snow, Jon Snow, Jon Snow.” // luke pasqualino as jon
480 notes · View notes
jonsnowsource · 4 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
TOP 25 MALE CHARACTERS AS VOTED BY MY FOLLOWERS 3. Jon Snow
Jon was not afraid of death, but he did not want to die like that, trussed and bound and beheaded like a common brigand. If he must perish, let it be with a sword in his hand, fighting his father’s killers. He was no true Stark, had never been one…but he could die like one. Let them say that Eddard Stark had fathered four sons, not three.
1K notes · View notes
jonsnowsource · 4 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
“Jon left him standing there in the snow, surrounded by wagons and wolves and horses.”
JON SNOW - EVERY EPISODE
550 notes · View notes
jonsnowsource · 4 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
“Sometimes he could almost forget that it was there, the way you forgot about the sky or the earth underfoot, but there were other times when it seemed as if there was nothing else in the world. It was older than the Seven Kingdoms, and when he stood beneath it and looked up, it made Jon dizzy. He could feel the great weight of all that ice pressing down on him, as if it were about to topple, and somehow Jon knew that if it fell, the world fell with it.”
JON SNOW - EVERY EPISODE
212 notes · View notes
jonsnowsource · 4 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Chapters of A Song of Ice & Fire - A Storm of Swords - Jon V      If I could show her Winterfell…give her a flower from the glass gardens, feast her in the Great Hall, and show her the stone kings on their thrones. We could bathe in the hot pools, and love beneath the heart tree while the old gods watched over us.      The dream was sweet…but Winterfell would never be his to show. It belonged to his brother, the King in the North. He was a Snow, not a Stark. Bastard, oathbreaker, and turncloak…
171 notes · View notes
jonsnowsource · 4 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
winter is here
435 notes · View notes
jonsnowsource · 4 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
“You are remarkably polite for a bastard, Snow. What you see is a dwarf. You are what, twelve?”                        “Fourteen,” the boy said. “Fourteen, and you’re taller than I will ever be. My legs are short and twisted, and I walk with difficulty. I require a special saddle to keep from falling off my horse. A saddle of my own design, you may be interested to know. It was either that or ride a pony. My arms are strong enough, but again, too short. I will never make a swordsman. Had I been born a peasant, they might have left me out to die, or sold me to some slaver’s grotesquerie. Alas, I was born a Lannister of Casterly Rock, and the grotesqueries are all the poorer. Things are expected of me. My father was the Hand of the King for twenty years. My brother later killed that very same king, as it turns out, but life is full of these little ironies. My sister married the new king and my repulsive nephew will be king after him. I must do my part for the honor of my House, wouldn’t you agree? Yet how? Well, my legs may be too small for my body, but my head is too large, although I prefer to think it is just large enough for my mind. I have a realistic grasp of my own strengths and weaknesses. My mind is my weapon. My brother has his sword, King Robert has his warhammer, and I have my mind… and a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.” Tyrion tapped the leather cover of the book. “That’s why I read so much, Jon Snow.”
JON SNOW - EVERY EPISODE
125 notes · View notes
jonsnowsource · 4 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
What is her name, this little sister you do not have? Arya
requested by anonymous
1K notes · View notes
jonsnowsource · 4 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media
He had the Stark face if not the name: long, solemn, guarded, a face that gave nothing away. Whoever his mother had been, she had left little of herself in her son  
1K notes · View notes
jonsnowsource · 4 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Ghost sat on his haunches watching, silent as ever. Will he howl for me when I’m dead, as Bran’s wolf howled when he fell? Jon wondered. Will Shaggydog howl, far off in Winterfell, and Grey Wind and Nymeria, wherever they might be?
634 notes · View notes