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#and he just cant ever get jaime out of his head
glorytheunsung · 3 years
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its hilarious and so fucking tragic that after jaime’s confession to tyrion and tyrion smacking him off his feet and challenging him to a death duel the next time they meet, and lying to him about killing joffrey only to hurt him, when he goes off to end tywin and picks the crossbow and his first thought is, yeahhh, jaime doesn’t like crossbows.
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MANY THOUGHTS HEAD FULL,,, SO.
1. Corey made me feel bad for frank,,,,fucking FRANK???
2. Jaime played so many characters and was utterly legendary, and on that note, I legally had to include Marco because he was (presumably?) parodying lurch from the Addams family, who I have played. I had zero lines but I got to make zombie noises so that was fun. Anyway. This episode convinced me to draw Sherman, something I would normally never do (…/hj?)
3. MAN IN A HURRY NAME REVEAL????? Rest In Peace, Barry swift…(I think that was what it was my brain is fried rn)
4. Hi I would listen to the killer track a million times for rose and Bryce was every bit as wonderful as I had ever hoped :)))
5. Kale…I wanted a salad and now I have an edgelord…Jae got to be utterly unhinged in this episode good for them
6. The hollow in miss Holloway is for HOLLOW INSIDE WHICH IS WHAT HER AND DUKE’S STORY MADE ME WHY AM I CRYING OVER A SOCIAL WORKER AND A WITCH
7. I tried to draw thrash but it didn’t turn out I’m sorry
OH I ALSO FORGOT LEX CAMEO MY GIRL IS BACK
So folks who watched,,,thoughts? Feelings? Cant process yet? Yeah me either
(Also did rose or kale ever get a last name? Do I just have a bad memory?)
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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years
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me, nodding of to sleep: IM HERE IM HERE
did my head just loll to the side? you will never know. first of all this chapter was the most beautiful thing i have ever read. Mavid have my HEART. It's also 4 16 am so im sorry if the reactions are a little bland but this was PERFECT.
me, throughout the whole thing: mavid mavid mavid
They had kissed for the first time almost a week ago. And they had kissed again. A couple of times.
Okay fine, they had kissed a lot since then.
Not a lot a lot. But a lot.
Wait a minute. How much kissing was a lot of kissing?
this is adorable
“I heard he cried when he found out Lexi and Liv were dating,” David chuckled.
yup that's jace
“We have to pay to talk on the phone?” Max asked incredulously. “I thought it was free.”
“Of course it isn’t free, Max!” David chuckled. “We have to pay for WiFi too.”
“This is ridiculous!” Max said. “Next you will say we have to pay for electricity.”
“Um, we do have to pay for electricity,” David chuckled again.
we pay for water too
but max you didnt know-
“Don’t let them guilt trip you!” Max had chastised. “They like doing chores. Let them do it. They fight demons all day and then come home and do chores. I feel like it’s their form of therapy. They need this.”
cant relate nope
“I don’t know,” Max groaned. “My family is so dramatic.”
the lightwood-banes in one sentence
THERE ARE SO MANY FEELS MY HEART CANNOT CONTAIN
“Well, too late!” Max announced. “This date is going to be the best first date in the history of first of dates.”
In retrospect, he really shouldn’t have said that.
nah its gonna be great
“Perhaps you should just take him to the New York Library. They have, uh, books.”
yes that is what they keep in libraries
OH MY GOD THE FRIEND IS ELYASS
HERE'S MY FAVORITE DEMON Y'ALL
His parents would not be pleased if they knew Max was summoning demons for relationship advice.
But they had also encouraged Max to make friends with everyone regardless of their identity. So, technically this was their fault. They gave him very mixed messages.
well-
you know i really shouldnt have laughed at the demon attack news but for some reason i did
i blame my sleep deprivation
shit i feel sick
you know maybe i shouldve just waited till the morning...
ok but the demon attack is NOT coincidental
there is something going on
“I thought dragon demons were extinct!” Max yelled over the commotion.
well-
ANJALI
“Man, fuck the orders!” Max said in frustration.
if you get hurt ill kill you
oh it's not her
well fuck
“That was an Armani, you piece of shit!” Rafael yelled at the demon. Max almost laughed.
THE AUDACITY
It really did. Dragon demons smelled like they lived inside a boys locker room.
well that's nice to know
FUCK THEY ARE TALKING NOW???
ok what is going on
“Say the thing!!!”
“I’m not saying the damn thing, you maniac!”
“Say the thing!”
Rafael groaned and raised his hands, the alliance rune lighting up.
“I’m not just a shadowhunter,” Rafael said through gritted teeth. “I’m Magnus Bane’s son.”
LMAO THEM
“Well, demons are stupid,” Max pointed out.
“Yeah, that makes sense,” Rafael said with a mouthful of food. “You are half demon after all.”
Im so sleepy i cant even react to this
but THEM I CANT-
WHERE.IS.ALEC
Max wanted to laugh. Only David would worry about another person while being injured in the infirmary.
MUST BE PROTECTED
Max nodded; his throat still dry. He couldn’t stop staring at David. At the wound. At the blood.
Also, maybe the naked chest.
AHEM
OH MY GOD JAIME IS ALIVE
we're getting lightwood-bane fluff LET ME CRY
alec...
on one hand alec smoking is fucking hot BUT WITH THE MUNDANE DISEASES OH HELL NAH
“But it tastes so good when it’s from your plate!” Max said with a mouth full of food.
“Oh, you want my food? Here!” Rafael grinned and threw a piece of chicken at his face.
Max caught it with his mouth cause wasting food was a crime. “Thanks, bro!”
“You little s-”
HE CAUGHT IT IN HIS MOUTH
“And no fighting over chicken!” Bapak pointed out. “We can always summon some more.”
“Order,” dad corrected. “We don’t summon. We order. And then we pay.”
“How do we destroy capitalism if we have to pay for everything?” Max asked.
Max has a point y'know
“That’s rich coming from someone who is wearing an Armani jacket,” Max stuck out his tongue.
“It was a gift!” Rafael said, furiously chewing on his chicken.
“Does that mean Bapak is a capitalist?” Max asked.
LMAO
Max: What even-
Max: Can shadowhunters get high on iratzes lol
CAN THEY???
David: Mr Herondale yelled “Yes! Two out of three!”
MOOD
PLEASE RAFAEL AND MAGNUS ARE LIKE "About time"
SAME THOUGH
“David is what you get if Dad and Uncle Jace and Uncle Jem had a baby.”
STOP NO
“Oh,” Max said. “Uh, David and I…We are dating.”
Dad choked on his coffee. “Excuse me?”
Bapak chuckled next to him. “Of course you didn’t know.”
“You two are dating?” dad demanded. “Since when? Who else knows about this? Why didn’t you tell us before? Were you dating when you were in London? Magnus, did you know about this?”
“There you go!” Max yelled triumphantly. “That’s the dramatic reaction I was looking for. Thanks, dad!”
There's alec. Yup
OH MY GOD NOT THE SEX TALK
good thing i had wattpad I MEAN-
“Kissing?” dad gaped. “On the mouth???”
“Um, where else would we kiss?” Max asked incredulously.
“Well, actually,” Bapa cleared his throat. “There are many ways you can enjoy-”
IM CACKLING
And that’s how the next hour turned out to be the most painful and most embarrassing hour of his life.
Max decided he would rather get attacked by a hoard of dragon demons than sit through it any longer
“You guys know we have something called the internet, right?” Max demanded.
“Well, the internet can have mixed messages,” Bapak sniffed. “We on the other hand have real life experien-”
“Magnus!” dad looked red in the face.
“Fine,” Bapak sighed. “Now moving on to the importance of lubrication and-”
“I’m begging you to stop,” Max groaned.
THE NOISES WHICH LEFT MY MOUTH ARE NOT OK TO BE MAKING AT 3 30 AM
“I’ll have you know this conversation utterly traumatized me. I demand financial compensation.”
HE'S SO DRAMATIC
“Well,” dad said carefully. “David is…”
“French?” Max asked.
i blame my sleep deprived ass for laughing at this
next thing i know someone's being tortured and im laughing because i dont have sleep in my system
Max honey...
listen to him
i for one, dont want a repeat of pg 511 cols
oh he's finding out about the incident
that's what i call it
Max thought of all the stories he had heard then. The one of the warlock who killed people who he could bring back his dead girlfriend. The one about a nephilim mother who paired up with prince of hell to bring back her dead son.
oh yeah...
shudder
They called it The Jem effect.
AYYYYY
It was true. In fact, he used to have a crush on both Tessa and Jem. It’s how he had found he was bisexual.
very very valid. have a good day sir
AWW MAX DIDNT KNOW HE COULD BLUSH
you know it's a sign ive been watching b99 too much that i was imagining mina talking like gina...
pls send help
ALSO MINA BESTEST SDCHJDFVYDYUGFYUGFVDYVFD
“Can we not talk about my boyfriend’s sperm, please?”
im surprised my parents havent woken up by the sound i let out
BUT HEY THE DOOR'S CLOSED SO
SUGGENS MINA
“I’m hearing an inflated sense of self-importance,” he heard Ragnor call from the bathroom. “Is Magnus here?”
“Just the spawn,” Max called back.
THE SPAWN BYE-
“He is married to the Consul!” Tessa chuckled. “And one of his sons is a shadowhunter.”
“It’s still very bad for our reputation,” Ragnor grumbled. “He is too close with shadowhunters.”
“You are the headmaster of Scholomance!” Catarina said incredulously. “You teach nephilim! Even though you don’t need a job!”
“I was coerced!” Ragnor huffed. “Manipulated by the children of the angel.”
really ragnor?
The grin disappeared and Ragnor buried his face on Catarina’s shoulder. “I can’t go through this again, Cat! Not again!”
“So much for not taking up after his father, huh?” Catarina chuckled and looked at him. “That’s nice, Max. We are happy for you.”
“We are not!” Ragnor said in a muffled voice.
RAGNOR DJHDCUHUKIHDVVFDDB
OOOO MAX DIDNT KNOW ABOUT CAMILLE
a kind of endless love...
dont make me cry
“I know you are worried, love,” Tessa’s voice was a whisper. “You are worried about surviving after David. You are worried about your own heart. But you should never let that fear stop you from finding love. Because love is what sustains us immortals. It keeps us alive. When you love a mortal, you love them forever. You might not remember all the memories. The colour of their eyes or the sound of their voice. But you will remember the love. You will carry that love inside you forever. It does not make you weak or fragile. It makes you stronger. And you will forever be grateful for it.”
my eyeballs are too tired to cry
stop it
THEY SAID I LOVE YOU
I FEEL LIKE A PROUD MOM
bitch you hate children wtf-
Max laughed. “I’m going to kill dad for making us do this. God, this is so weird!”
better get it done now
HE'S DAVID'S FOREVER
dont do this to me at 4 am
“You should two should some spend time together. Get to know each other and all of that,” Max suggested with a smile. “Maybe you can bond over archery or something.”
“I’m pretty sure he would use me for target practice,” David mumbled.
“Don’t be ridiculous, David!” Max said incredulously. “My father doesn’t need target practice!”
At this point, a David and alec scene isn't a want its a NEED
“I got it all planned,” Max said – for someone who had no idea what he was going to do.
me throughout life
max Rafael isn't the one smoking-
OH MY GOD MY DAD JUST CAME TO CHECK ON ME THE WAY I SLAMMED MY LAPTOP
“Also tell him to stop smoking!” Max pointed out seriously. “It’s not good for his health! Especially with all the mundane illnesses going on.”
“I know, Max,” dad sighed heavily and blinked. “I mean, I’ll talk to him. For sure.”
Alec if anything happens to you...just know ill raise hell
“I don’t want easy,” David smiled. “I want you.”
IT'S 4 AM DUDE
AYYY THE SHANGHAI SHADOW MARKET
CELESTIAL PALACE
“Dad? The Consul? That dad?” David looked surprised and relieved all at once. “Oh my god, he doesn’t hate me!”
“Of course he doesn’t hate you!” Max chuckled. “But he did say he will put your nerd ass in the silent city if you don’t bring me home by 11.”
of course, he did
oh my god SLEEP. there is so much to do tomorrow dying...my grammar was really bad and I don't have what it takes to use Grammarly's corrections except for the ones it's already doing as type.
this chapter had my heart BURSTING!! AHHHHHHH
the talk was so important I'm so glad they took care of that. ok imma head to bed now BYEE
Eeeeeee this was a lot sfkjdfkd I hope you are okay. Get some sleep next time or I will call the police.
Thank you as always for reading, reacting and supporting 💚
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targaryenimagines · 4 years
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Fractured: Part One
Daenerys Targaryen x Fem!Lannister!Reader
Word Count: 3,874
Summary: You have known for quite some time that Westeros was in dire need of help. You just didn't know how soon that need for help would arrive. Or how catastrophic the circumstances would be to cause it.
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Note: I have shifted some things in canon to better compensate with this story. I hope that's alright with all of you, and everything regarding that will be explained throughout the series.
Tagged: @schroedingershund
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Oh how the mighty have fallen, your mind scoffs as you stare at the decrepit wooden surface in front of you. You could see every minute imperfection as if it was laid bare for your eyes only. That every fissure and crack was specifically put there so you would be able to gaze upon them. To keep your mind from the numbing spiral it had been begging to go in since you went into the carriage. 
You could hear your uncle and Varys whispered conversation. Their words are a soft croon against the buzzing of your static filled mind. However even the softest of noise could become an insistent bother the longer you were exposed to it. A fact that you only became more aware of the longer you were exposed. Closing your eyes you try to ignore the throbbing of your head and the desolate beat of your heart. 
You tried to ignore the memories that were surfacing the further away you got from Westeros. 
Away from your home.
Nothing could stop the memories from festering however. Nothing could stop them from worming their way through your mind. Trapping you in an endless loop without any hope to escape. You could still remember the safety you felt in your mother’s arms and how quickly that had been ripped away. The betrayal on her face as you stood in front of your uncle, protecting him from Joffrey’s tyrannical rule. You remember the way her green eyes glazed over with grief as she stared at you. Her eyes dimmed to an almost jade color, so different from the emerald they normally were. The stark contrast had caused a shiver to run down your spine, because in that moment you weren’t mother and daughter staring at one another. You were two enemies finally revealing themselves to each other. 
You could still remember the sight of your siblings staring at you with tear stricken faces. Tommen moved to approach you before he was stopped by Jaime. Myrcella simply sobbing as you were pulled away from her. Her hands reaching out to clasp yours before they too were ripped away. You could still remember the cold fury that had worked its way onto Joffrey’s face. His thirst for death and destruction had destroyed the very foundations of the Lannister family. 
You could still remember the moment you knew your life was going to change. The feel of the wind on your body as you watched Ned Stark get beheaded. The pain in your chest at the sight, and sound, of his daughter's pain. A daughter that, you must admit, had become a great friend. You can still remember her painfilled sobs as her father’s body was tossed to the side. Little regard being shown to the greatest man you had ever met. The sight of Joffrey smirking cruelly at her and your mother doing nothing to stop him. It was a sight that had set everything into motion. It was a sight that had finally caused you to detach yourself from your family. From the horror that was Westeros. From the pain that the land constantly seemed to cause. 
It was the sight that had caused you to denounce your claim to the throne. 
For you know that you would never be able to do what you have been planning to do if you were the ruler. There would be too many eyes on you at all times to be able to get away with it, but if you stayed the princess? You would be able to come and go as you please while all eyes were on Joffrey. Even your mother didn’t notice that you were gone for the majority of the day. For if she did you know that you would have been in trouble long before now. A fact that filled you with a cold sense of dread, but you quickly shook it off. She was miles and miles away from you and you would probably never see her again. At least not for quite some time anyway. 
Your plan was underway and nothing would stop you from completing it.
You were going to bring the Targaryen’s back to Westeros.
Even if it killed you in the process. 
A thought that would normally cause fear to run down your spine, but only brought with it a grim determination. You refused to have the land, well the people, you love get destroyed by the ones that were supposed to be protecting them. You refused to stand aside as your family destroyed everything that Westeros used to stand for. You refused to be the good little princess that you had been expected to be for your entire life. 
It was time to be like your namesake.
You wouldn’t be the sheep any longer. The lost little lamb searching for warmth and affection.
You were going to be the lioness that so many believed you could never be. It was time to bring Fire and Blood back to Westeros. 
Even if you had to hear the lion roar in pain because of it. 
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The heat of the sun on your back is stifling as you sit in the slow moving boat. Your body wedged against that of your uncles with your hands bound in front of you. The glare of the sun off the water almost making it impossible to see the man that sat before you. The man that had taken you captive in the first place. A man that held a name of some importance to you for it stirred the faint feeling of recollection. As if the man had made some impact in someone else's life, but you had only felt the ripples of said effects.
Jorah Mormont was an enigma to you in every single way. You know that he was a “spy” for Robert, and that he had defected after learning new things about his target. That same target now being yours, but you had no plans of ever deceiving her in any way. You need her on your side if your plan is going to work, and it’s only for the betterment of your country. For your people. They need a Targaryen to lead them because no one else can.
They need Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen as their queen, and you were going to make sure that it happened. 
Your thoughts only cause your head to start aching more. A fact that doesn’t surprise you in the slightest. 
Closing your eyes, to dull the pain, causes your other senses to compensate for the sudden loss. You could hear the soft whisper of the water against the hull. Feeling the give and take the water has with the vessel. Wanting to slow it down but the boat being too resistant to be hindered by the effort. You could smell the hint of ash in the air that still lingered from the ruins of Valyria around you. It was like incense with how powerful the scent became the longer you were in the confines of the once great nation. Even after the worst of it went away it still lingered all the same. Reminding you of its presence no matter where you were. 
Opening your eyes you turn your gaze towards your uncle. His dual colored orbs meeting your emerald with unwavering devotion. He was the only family that you had left, at least the only family that wanted you. You can only muster up half a smile for him, and even then you’re sure that it’s a pitiful attempt, but the way his smile only grows causes your heart to warm. As long as you had him by your side you know that you would be okay, and that nothing would come to harm you. 
You were about to speak when you heard the sounds of the air being disturbed above you. Without a second thought your gaze is turned towards the sky where a sight you would have never thought to see flies before you. A dragon, with scales the color of obsidian and blood, passes overhead with little regard to the humans below. Your breath catching as it passes underneath the sun and its scale glow ethereally. 
When you were younger you always loved the stories that Tyrion would tell you about dragons, and the mighty power that was Valyria. How Aegon the Conqueror was able to do all that he did because of Balerion. The sheer might that the great behemoth had to impose on all those that stood between his rider and the throne. Now seeing what you were sure would be a great dragon once grown reminds you of all those stories. Of Aegon and his sister wives taking over the once divided country, and it gives you a new wave of hope. Because, there was no doubt in your mind on who that dragons rider was. You had no doubt that Daenerys Targaryen would do her ancestors proud, and do things they would never be able to do. 
You had no doubt that she was what Westeros needed. 
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Your muscles groan under the strain you were putting onto them. An ache beginning in the very bone as you continued moving, but you refused to stop. Refused to meet your uncle's concerned gaze as you continued to move down the dirt path. Even though your entire body was begging you to stop and rest, you refused. You were too close to your goal to stop now. 
You know that if it were any other time then you would be admiring the architecture that surrounded you. You had always wanted to visit Essos and see first hand the beautiful architecture that had influenced Westeros. 
But, it wasn’t any other time and you weren’t a wide eyed child anymore. 
You feel your body tense at the hand that suddenly appears on your forearm. Fighting every instinct to throw it off and protect yourself. You know that it was only your uncle and that he was simply concerned, but you couldn’t get those things out of your mind. You weren’t sure you could even call them human. Not with the way they had been behaving with an almost psychotic frenzy. You could still feel the way the body had canted towards you. Its eyes a frenzied brown amid the gray that had taken over. So stark against the expanse of rotten skin that it had caused you to freeze. Your mind trying to connect the being that had been charging towards you with a human being. If it wasn’t for Jorah the beast would have grabbed you, touched you, and, with a shudder, you remember what happens to all those that are touched by a being with grayscale. Your only hope is that Jorah is all right, because you wouldn’t know what you would do if he got the disease because of you. 
A soft voice breaks you out of your reverie, its tone filled with concern. “Maybe you should rest, little one.” You didn’t have to turn to know that your uncle was staring at you with a worried filled gaze. You know that he had every right to be worried, but you needed to keep going. Your people and your homeland depended on it. 
“I’ll be fine, uncle, don’t worry about me,” you respond, after a beat of silence, hoping that your voice came out with the cool nonchalance you had been striving for. 
You can tell that your uncle is about to speak once more, but you’re saved by Jorah’s gruff voice. “We should be arriving soon. You both remember the plan, right?” 
Closing your eyes, you nod, and hold out your hands for the shackles. Your body is already stiff at the thought of being bound again. Remembering exactly what happened after the last time, but you don’t voice your fears. You know this needed to happen because you couldn’t appear to be a threat. You couldn’t seem like you were just waltzing into her territory, her domain. You had to be offered, like chattel, to show that your intentions were pure. You just hope that it wouldn’t end with your head on a spike.
“For what its worth, I’m sorry,” Jorah says, softly, as he chains you. The cool embrace of metal meeting your skin in a familiar hold. You can only muster up a strained smile in response, but it seemed to be enough to satisfy him. And, you have to remind yourself that he was in the same boat you were in. That he was trying to prove himself to Daenerys again, and this was one of the ways he can do so. You shouldn’t judge him too harshly on his actions because you aren’t sure you wouldn’t do the same. 
He also saved your life. Don’t forget that, your mind whispers, and you internally scoff. Like you would forget the fact that he saved you. Saved you from a fate worse than death in some regards. You watch as the man moves to your uncle’s side. Both of them speaking in low voices that you couldn’t quite understand. You know that you should feel annoyed that you’re being left out of the loop but you couldn’t bring yourself to be. Whether it was because you were too tired or because you just didn’t care alludes to you, but you do know that you would be getting your answers soon.  
You follow, without a word, as Jorah brings you to a tunnel that seems to have had its fair share of use. You could tell by the way the stone had weathered away by both the elements and footsteps. Unfortunately there was no escaping the odor that seemed to exude from it. Your nose wrinkles of its own accord when hit by the full presence of it. The smell of body odor and blood causes your stomach to churn. Bile making its way up your throat before you’re able to constrict it. Closing your eyes you try to reign in the nausea that the place invoked in you. You would have to get used to these smells. Even though you wanted nothing more than to scrub your skin raw as you felt them leaking into your pores. You didn’t want to even imagine how horrible you may smell. 
Feeling a gentle tug on the chains binding your arms you open your eyes. Meeting Jorah’s gaze you can see the compassion he has for you, but you can also see the intent within the light blue too. Offering a small smile in return you begin to move down the hall. Your eyes watering slightly as the stench only grows worse, but you persevere because you were so close to your goal. You weren’t about to give up now because you couldn’t handle the scent of your surroundings. 
From where you were standing you could hear the distant clangs of metal. The muffled sounds of men’s grunts and cries as metal met flesh. They were sounds that you were used to, but they were different all the same. Where in Westeros it was controlled, cordial, here the cries were barbaric. They were taunting, their intent clear. 
Turning your head you could see the way your uncle was trying to process your new surroundings. His eyes travelling the length of the corridor and towards the sunlight you could see faintly streaming through the opening. The opening was where the sounds were spilling out from. Along with the barred window on the side of the corridor that allowed you to see what was happening. 
The sounds didn’t prepare you for the sight of what you saw. 
Men, of all shapes and sizes, were clashing together. Their bodies throwing themselves at each other with their blades brandished. Deep set snarls curling their mouths as they fought relentlessly. Bodies falling haphazardly on the ground, their blood getting lost amid the mud. You could see that a crowd of people were watching, cheering. Their eyes filled with a primal desire to see more bloodshed. Scanning the crowd you’re finally able to see the dais where the most important person in the crowd must sit.
Daenerys. 
Even though you couldn’t see her you were well aware of her presence. She was like a beacon of light amid the crowd, and you were the moth. Drawn to the flame that only she could provide. To the comfort and warmth that she could give to Westeros. You just hope that by the end of this meeting you’re not one of the many bodies lying in the mud. 
Feeling Jorah move beside you, you watch as she attaches your chains to the wall. The restriction causes your body to move towards the bench that lined the wall. Feeling the rough stone digging into you causes you to shift, but you make no sound of protest. You only watch as Jorah does the same to your uncle, and then he simply stares through the opening. Watching as man after man falls to the ground. Clearly waiting for the time that he would be able to approach his Khaleesi. 
However, what you weren’t expecting was for Jorah to suddenly stiffen. His gaze sharpens as he watches the final match. A younger boy trying to crawl away from the lumbering man behind him. The desperation in his movement is a clear indicator for his want for survival. You barely have time to react before Jorah grabs the helmet that was resting beside your thigh and rushes out. Your uncle standing with clear outrage and panic, which you could understand. If Jorah were to die you were sitting ducks. There would be no one there to vouch for you, and you know that Daenerys would sooner kill you then hear you out. Especially when you were the child of the very man that had started a rebellion that killed her entire family. Meeting his gaze you know that you had to break the chains that were binding you both to the wall. You couldn’t just be led to your execution like prized chattel, if you were going to die you were going to go out with dignity. You were going to face your executioner head on.  Better Daenerys than your mother. 
Trying with all your might you search for something that could file down the chains. Your eyes search desperately around your surroundings. Hearing the sound of metal being shaved behind you causes your head to snap towards your uncle. Seeing a dagger in his hand causes a brief flash of amusement to dance through your eyes. Of course, your uncle would have a secret weapon just in case things went south. Hearing the sounds of the fight escalating causes your body to tense. You didn’t know how well Jorah was doing, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care that much. Not when your uncle's life was on the line. You watch silently as he tries to file through your chains, but without any luck. It would take days at the rate the metal was chipping away. A feeling of despair was slowly working its way through your body. Your mind flashing through everything that has brought you here. Every trial and tribulation that you had gone through to reach this goal. 
Only to fail when you’re barely a few meters away from her, your mind taunts, and you can’t help but squeeze your eyes shut. Trying to stop the tears from forming, because now was not the time to cry. Hearing footsteps moving towards you causes your eyes to snap open. Your head whipping towards the source of the noise. You could feel the way your eyes widen at the sight of the man that stands before you. The way that your uncle stiffens behind you, and the way the chains tighten when he tries to move in front of you. The horror that fills your body as the man raises his sword above his head. 
You brace yourself for the incoming attack, but are only met with the sound of shattering metal. The feeling of weightlessness on your wrists as the chains were cut free. Meeting the man’s gaze you could do nothing but nod in thanks. Something that you were sure your uncle mirrored, and without another thought you made your way towards the opening. 
Reaching it you could hear the faint sounds of a conversation taking place. Before a fiery voice breaks through. “Get him out of my sight.”
You watch as men move to grab Jorah, and he desperately tries to shake them off. His eyes and words pleading with Daenerys to see reason. “Khaleesi, please, I just need a moment of your time. I brought you a gift. Two in fact.”
You could tell that things were about the head south if you and your uncle didn’t act fast. Moving out of the safety of the opening you make your forward. Acutely aware of your bound wrists and your uncle’s presence at your side. Your uncle speaking to break the stifling silence of the arena. 
“It’s true. He has.” 
Finally, you were standing in front of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. You could feel your heart pounding against your chest. The stories of her beauty didn’t do her justice. The white of her dress contrasted perfectly with her fair skin. Causing it to glow under the Essos sun. Her silvery-gold hair seemed to shine with an ethereal light. Framing her beautiful face and causing her cheekbones to stand out. Her violet eyes were cool and assessing as she stared at both you and your uncle. With bated breath you watch as she seems to deliberate on your sudden appearance. 
“Who are you?” 
The question was asked innocently enough, but the answers held the weight of a thousand suns. You watch as your uncle steps forward, making sure that he was in front of you, before answering. 
“I am one of the gifts. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Your Grace. My name is Tyrion Lannister, and the beautiful lass behind me is my niece. The crown princess of Westeros.” 
Utter silence falls after your uncle’s words, and you simply stand straighter because of it. While it may not be necessarily true anymore you would be damned if you would embarrass your uncle. You can see the way that Daenerys had stiffened at the news, and reveal of your birthright. Clearly seeing you as an adversary, and you know you didn’t want that. At all. 
Stepping forward you begin to speak, lowering your head while doing so. Making sure that she was being shown the respect that she deserved. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Your Grace. I mean no harm to you or your claim on the Iron Throne. In fact I have come here to help you achieve that goal. The only question I have is will you let me?”
Looking up you’re met with steely violet, and a ball of dread forming in your gut. You know that you were putting your life into the hands of a wild card, but if it was for the betterment of Westeros? You would do it over and over again. 
No matter what. 
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jonsa fic recs
alright, i’ve had a couple requests for recs, so here is my list. these are all fairly recent fics, all written this year i think. all of them are from my bookmarks on ao3, but i picked the recent ones which are my god-tier recs, my oh-my-god-i-love-this-so-much-i-think-i’m-going-to-die, the ones i reread. they have very little in common, but if you don’t find anything on here that tickles your fancy, then feel free to check out my bookmarks. i have just over 100 on there, and every single one on there are fics that i think are absolutely phenomenal.
for @abi117 @why-cant-i-be-careless and @orangeflavoryawp
canon divergent
Victory by moutainsbeyondmountains. one-shot, 5489k.
“You won already, Your Grace,” Tyrion said mournfully. “Enjoy your victory. There are no lands left to conquer. And there are no more dragons.”
if you read no other fic on this list, read this one. seriously. it’s d.ny pov, and glorious. genuinely, i couldn’t give this high enough praise. i reread this A LOT. like, a lot a lot. i could probably quote this fic.
I Want Something so Impure by @asilentfrenzy. one-shot, 10166k.
“You have caused this, you and your queen. You allowed her to speak to me that way, allowed her to order my obedience in my own home as if I’m to be her new dog to train. I am the Lady of Winterfell, and your inbred aunt has no right to-”
“Aye, you are the Lady of Winterfell,” he growled, his eyes flashing with an added flame of fury at the mention of the woman’s newly found relations to him. “The same Lady of Winterfell who not too long ago advised me to be smart, yet it seems that you can’t follow your own advice.”
“Be smart,” she repeated, filling her face with a look of mocking humor. “By kneeling? By allowing her to seize my title and command my people? Perhaps I should offer her these chambers as well. Better, I’ll just offer them to you again, seeing as I’m sure you’ll be sharing a bed. Shall I fuck her as well? As I want to be just as smart as you, Jon.”
so if you couldn’t tell from the summary, this one is sassy af. it features darkish/dominant!jon, which is my jam, and is pretty much just 10k of smut, which is also my jam.
it’s a small crime, and i’ve got no excuse by mxash. 5/5, 8214k.
“did you see her?” sansa snarled, a hand come to pull at his collar, pulling his mouth down only hairs from her own. “your targaryen queen has dressed as though she was a whore to catch your eye.” jon smirked as she bit his lip. what was this? dany had almost recoiled in her disgust and shock, but she hadn’t been able to pull herself away from the horrific sight. my lover and his own sister.
this one serves some dark!jonsa realness, and it deserves more comments/kudos. it is written entirely in lowercase, but don’t let that distract you. the characters are dark, and devoted, and who doesn’t love d.ny catching jon and sansa fucking? seriously, this one is a must-read.
Dark in Bloom by @orangeflavoryawp​. oneshot, 8304k.
"His gravity wavers, the axis of his world tilted to the measure of her lips." - Jon and Sansa. The stain of desire bleeds slowly between them.
yeah orange, i’m reccing one of your own fics to you. seriously though, this is just like ... mindblowing. i cannot overstate how much i love this one. i literally will just randomly remember it sometimes, when i’m just going about my daily business, and i’m like “shit, that fic by orange was a masterpiece. love it.” so, yeah, if that doesn’t tell you how much i love it, then idk what will.
what i’m asking by @amymel86​. oneshot, 1173k.
"I'm not here to talk about that," Theon says, setting off another, thankfully smaller coughing fit. "I'm here to talk about Sansa."
Jon can feel the blood drain from his face. "Is she ill?"
Theon shakes his head, lifting his eyes to Jon as he coughs into his fist. "No," he finally says, his lungs giving him a small reprieve. "The Queen is in her prime. Which is why you are needed."
okay, ya’ll obvi know of amy. she writes so much fantastic fic. but i feel like this one kind of flew under the radar? which is a CRIME tbh. this fic was so ... it was so heartbreaking, but in the best way. it’s not that divergent from canon, bc the main thing that is truly different is that theon lives. seriously love this fic.
A Toss of the Coin by Paige242. one-shot, 3793.
Years after the war, the Queen in the North and the pardoned Queenslayer welcome their first child. Old traits emerge, and Jon worries about this Dragon in a den of Wolves.
ok, so this is a future fic where jon and sansa married. i don’t even know how to describe this one. it isn’t jonsa focused, but that doesn’t make it any less brilliant. it is so unique, and i’m yet to read another fic that explores the idea of one of jonsa’s kids inheriting some targaryen madness. there IS a part two, which was just as amazing. pls do yourself a favour and read this!
Choose by @esther-dot​. oneshot, 5630k
“I know the cost of our loves. I know too well how they fall on the scale, one outweighing the other. I know what you tried to tell me. I know.” She was looking at him now, and he was afraid, but he would say the words that he had been unable to silence. “I never had the chance to choose you, but I would. I would choose you every time.”
THE DIALOGUE IN THIS IS INCREDIBLE. i just reread this to try and find my fave quote, but i actually can’t even pick. there are just so many amazing conversations, between sansa and jon, sansa and d.ny, arya and jon .. ugh, the list goes on. love this, please read.
Wink Wink, Nudge Nudge by alltheshinywords. one-shot, 3187k.
Post 8x03, slightly AU. Tormund and Jaime inexplicably find themselves becoming matchmakers when they notice a certain chemistry between Jon Snow and Sansa Stark. Extreme fluff and silliness.
this one is the least angsty on the list, and honestly it’s just such a good time. i remember reading this while s8 was airing, and honestly it was just so light hearted that i laughed out loud several times, despite being heartbroken over what happening in the show.
canon, but alternative universe
leave behind a love story by aetherae. one-shot, 9562k.
Maybe if things had been different, they wouldn't be like this. They would be worse.
ok, so, despite the summary, i naively went into this expecting a happy ending. yeah, so, no. however, this was one of the most interesting fics i’ve read in a while, because each universe it explored was so different to the ones i usually see floating around. and the writing was SUPERB.
i fell in love with a war (and nobody told me it ended) by mountainsbeyondmountains. one-shot, 18752k.
In which the North and the South have been at war for years, and Sansa unexpectedly finds herself on the run with a certain Targaryen bastard.
this is an avatar/bender au, and it is GLORIOUS. after i read this, i promptly devoured every other fic this author has written bc i loved it so much. the bending is just a backdrop to the amazing enemies-lovers this fic delivers.
modern au
Fuel and Fire by @zarahjoyce​. currently 4608k, 4/?, WIP.
"You see?" Sansa says, smiling now. "If you really have to have a room far away from me, seems like you need to move into a different hotel." As an afterthought she adds, "Or to another planet."
"Bet you'd just love that, wouldn't you?" Jon asks her.
"Loads," she snarls.
He takes a deep breath, all the while just looking at her.
Truth be told Jon will give anything in the world to be able to just-- just--
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Jon and Sansa, and all the tropes applicable to them.
All. The. Tropes.
ok so zarah in general writes AMAZING fic, they’re always so creative and inventive and i’m always genuinely shook by the fic they write. but like, this one is the god tier one BC TROPES.
when we kiss: mmmm, fire by @dancemajicdance​. 8/8, 39705k.
Sansa might be seeing someone casually, but thanks to Arya, Robb, and Theon, it’s Jon who’s got the inside track on how to get Sansa to take him seriously.
aka: the one where jon finds out that sansa has a daddy kink, and he uses it to seduce her away from the dating scene and into his arms, heeeey-oh!
yes yes, it’s a daddy kink fic, and it’s fucking glorious alright. if that’s not your thing though (even though i’m pretty sure this fic is EVERYONE’S thing) then please, for the love of god, check out the rest of their stuff on ao3. you won’t regret it. even though they don’t write much jonsa anymore, the prolific contributions they HAVE made will go down in history as some of the best jonsa ever written imo.
As Long As We're Going Down by @alienor-woods​. 9/12, currently 42228k, WIP.
Four years after Stannis Baratheon wins the Battle of the Blackwater, Sansa Stark finds herself summoned back to King's Landing to serve as a bridesmaid at Crown Princess Shireen's wedding. When King Stannis tries to marry Sansa off to his illegitimate nephew, Edric, she thinks quick and tells him she's already married--
--to her bodyguard, Jon Snow.
i actually don’t know how to explain how much i love this. it’s written so beautifully, and it’s so realistic and just ugh. read it. the adaption to modern royalty is the best i’ve ever read, and the characters are very raw, and very realistic. (also, yes, the characters have gotten together at this point in the story, in case you were scared of committing to a wip without the satisfaction of some hot and heavy scenes).
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You know the Jonsa trope where Jon goes south and joins Robb army. And when he isn't willing to trade Jaime for the girls he goes on his own and rescue Sansa. Well can you write it with a little change? Sansa convinces Shae to come with them to the north.
LOOOVED this prompt, so much! so thanks! though, i sadly forgot to include shae coming with them, but we all know sansa will summon her to winterfell eventually anyways :) 
also, lots of tweaks because i cant be bothered to remember timelines or plots + it felt more angsty to add one of the changes i did.  (also, i forgot i implied that ghost went with jon to king’s landing LOL so ignore that i guess)  ((implied? i straight up said he went, who am i kidding lmao)) 
so yeah!! enjoy!! 
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"What do you mean, you won't go?"
He's staring into Robb's clear blue eyes, trying to understand the words he's only just heard him say. "I can't Jon, you know that-" he stops, sighing when he sits back in his chair, arms folding over his chest. For several long moments, there's nothing but silence between the two of them before Robb leans forward, fingers spread across the wood of the table he sits behind. "You know I can't abandon this war for another one."
"Then turn in Jaime Lannister!" Jon spits, throwing his hands into the air as he takes a single step fowards. At his feet, Grey Wind growls low in his chest, though with a touch of Robb's hand, the wolf returns his head to his massive paws. But his golden eyes peer up at Jon from beneath the table, as if daring Jon to take another step towards his master. Outside the tent, his own wolf paces.
"I can't do that, either." Robb says, bowing his head as if he cannot bring himself to look into Jon's Stark colored eyes. "He's too important of a hostage."
"She's our sister," Jon rasps, hand clencing into a fist at his side. "You'll just leave her to rot there a prisoner of the Lannisters?" He cannot believe Robb is saying this, he cannot believe he would do such a thing as this. "We can't just leave her there!" It's been several weeks since their father was murdered in King's Landing, five since Arya was last seen. They have heard the rumors of how Joffrey Baratheon runs his court and Jon has heard the whispers of madness that surround their boy king. He worries for Sansa, who he knows remains in the clutches of the Lannisters. Some nights he can't sleep for worry of what must be happening to her there.
"Cersei Lannister would be stupid to harm her," Robb replies with another shake of his Tully touched hair. Though not as prominent as Sansa's vivid red locks, Robb is a trueborn Tully, certainly favoring his mother more than his father. "Not when her lover brother is in my keep."
"Then I will go." Jon snarls, turning his back on his brother and striding towards the tent's opening, ever intent on rushing through it.
"Jon!"
Robb's booming call forces him to stop, forces him to slowly revolve on the spot where he stands so he might face his brother. He's risen to his feet, a fist clenched where it sits on the table top. "You will go where your king commands," Robb speaks sharply; he knows Jon will hate him for this, he might even desert him for this. But then... Perhaps then at least Sansa would be safe. "I have not bid you permission to go anywhere." He watches as Jon sets his jaw, those Stark eyes of his reminding Robb of his father.
"I won't leave her there." Is all Jon says before he turns and strides from the tent. He would risk the wrath of the gods and Lady Stark for turning against Robb, but he couldn't live with himself if he had left Sansa there alone. He knows Robb is stuck, he knows being king is more than a crown, but if he will not go, then it must be him. "Ghost!" He calls out to his wolf as he rushes towards the tent that he called his own. Once inside, he stuffs a few belongings into a sack and throws it over his shoulder, adjusting Longclaw at his hip. "We're going South, boy." Jon says to the white wolf, who's tail thumps loudly on the ground. He knows King's Landing is no place for the wolf, but he knows what feeling his red-eyed, white wolf instills in those who see him.
When he steps back out into the afternoon sun, there's a chill in the air that turns his heart to lead. For a single moment, he contemplates returning to Robb's tent, to apologize, to make amends. But then he again thinks of Sansa and he turns away, heading towards the stables with Ghost at his heels. I'll make amends when I return, he thinks, all will be forgiven when he sees her face.
And so he rides away, down the long path that would lead him to the King's Road, to Sansa.
[ x x x ]
"I only would like an audience with my sister."
Jon stands at the bottom of the dais, where upon the Iron Throne sits the golden haired king, Joffrey. At his elbow, Cersei Lannister hovers, much like the queen she still thinks herself to be. It is well known among even the commoners that Cersei rules through her son, though Jon has to wonder what would befall the realm if Joffrey Baratheon made any decisions of state. "It hardly seems like a ridiculous request," Jon goes on, raising his dark colored eyes up to fall upon the king's green. He knows he cannot reason with this king, cannot tug on any heartstrings. This king will decide and that is that.
"I do not think my lady would care to meet with her bastard half brother," Joffrey sneers, drumming his fingertips against the arm of his throne. He looks bored, green eyes rolling as he shifts, glancing up towards his mother for only a moment. "However..." He sighs, turning his attention back to Jon. "Perhaps it will brighten her spirits," he's smirking at a private thought and a rush of anger surges through him. "I will have you escorted to her rooms." This is a moment of generosity, or what Joffrey would call it. Jon doesn't know him and doesn't know that tomorrow, Sansa would wake to rumors of just why her brother went unaccompanied to her rooms.
"Thank you, your grace." Jon bows over his arm, though it sickens him to do so. There's hundreds of words there on the tip of his tongue- words he would dearly love to say, punches he would dearly love to throw. But, no matter what, Joffrey is still the king. And harming the king would do little for him and especially nothing for Sansa. So he keeps his dark thoughts to himself and instead, follows the man dressed in Lannister colors out of throne room and into the main hall.
Upstairs, a knock sounds on Sansa's door.
She's been laying in bed for two days now and she isn't about to get up now. It's Shae, of course, that strides across the room from where she had been sitting in the window seat to get the door. Sansa can't hear what's being said, but she notices it's a Lannister man at the door. Propping herself up onto her elbow, she peers through the hangings on her bed as Shae nods and backs up before she shuts the door. "You have a visitor," she says when she's pulled back the bed hangings, staring down at her young charge.
"A visitor?" Sansa parrots back, surprise widening her blue eyes. She can't imagine anyone coming to visit her, especially after all that has happened. So she can only assume it will be Margaery who comes gliding through the door, smelling of roses and draped in silks. Sansa isn't certain she can stomach such a visit today.
"Yes, it's your brother." Shae replies and at once, Sansa's world stops spinning.
"B-brother?" She chokes out, suddenly sitting all the way up, nearly falling off the edge of her bed in her scramble upright. "My brother?" She exclaims, uncertain if she was more surprised that her brother has come or that Cersei has permitted a visit. At once, she's recalling every terrible thing that's happened to her here and how she's wished over and over again for a moment such as this... Where Robb comes to rescue her from this nightmare, where he comes and steals her away, to return her to their mother and to their home.
Shae smiles, dropping down to her level, smoothing back a stray lock of red hair. "It is your brother, Jon." For a split second, Sansa feels let down, but only for a moment for there is a knock on her door and she knows he's there. Shae rises up from the floor and crosses the room, yet again opening the door to a man in Lannister livery. She nods and gives thanks to the man who steps back and it's as Sansa is rising up from the bed that Jon steps into the room.
If she's disappointed that it's him and not Robb, she doesn't show it.  Rather, her face lights up from the inside out, the smile that appears as dazzling as the summer sun. Jon has only a moment to brace himself before she's flung herself into his embrace, her weight soft and warm in his arms. "Let me look at you," he says softly, pulling back from her just enough so he can look her in the face. She looks down and Jon reaches out, cupping her chin into his hand so he can gently tilt her face back to to his.
There is a fading bruise at the corner of her mouth, her lower lip split open as if she's been struck with a man's fist. Her eyes are like that of a deer, wild and fearful, but so blue they must be clearer than even the seas. "He hurts you," he growls, the anger white hot and rushing in his veins. The hand at her chin has slipped upwards, fingers gingerly trailing across the bruise, across the healing injury to her mouth. Tears are gathering on her lashes and she draws back, shaking her head.
"Not him, his men," she whispers, wrapping her arms around herself; Jon only then notices that the pale blue gown she wears hangs from her body. For a moment, the anger flees and instead he feels sorrow. He cannot begin to imagine what she's suffered here. "A king must never strike his lady," she says, her voice bringing him back from his thoughts. "That's what he always says." Now he thinks of her cowering beneath the fists of grown men and his anger returns.
"I'm taking you from here," he says, lowering his voice, sparing a quick glance towards Shae who stands at the window on the far side of the room, pretending she cannot hear their soft words. "Is there anyone here you can trust?" Sansa pauses for only a split second before she gestures towards Shae, a slow smile spreading over her battered lips.
"Only Shae," she says softly, turning her eyes back to Jon's. She had forgotten just how much he looked like their father and it takes her breath away. He reminds her of their father, he reminds her of Arya and it hurts... It hurts so much. She knows Arya is better off, wherever she was, but she can only hope she's safe and warm wherever that is. "But Jon.. You can't..." She trails off, shaking her head. "They won't let me leave." Joffrey was set to marry Margaery in only a few days, but she was still his prisoner.
"At the wedding," he says after a moment of thought. The plan is clear, during the feast there will be drinking and dancing, a perfect opportunity for her to slip away. "I will come for you during the wedding feast." He takes hold of her arms, pulling her close to him again. "I swear it to you, Sansa, I will come for you." For several moments, there is nothing but silence and the rapid beating of her pulse in her ears. But then, for the first time in weeks, in months, she feels it... A little flicker of hope. Of faith.
And so she nods.
[ x x x ]
Jon hadn't planned on Joffrey dying, but it certainly had added a little flair to the day he hadn't anticipated. It certainly gave him the distraction he needed to smuggle Sansa away from the feast and he used it to his advantage.
He creeps along the stone pathway, tugging her along with him. The cloak he brought with him is draped over her, shielding from prying eyes her vivid red hair. He's borrowed Baratheon colored clothes and with the old cloak she wears, they look like a peasant couple running from the pandemonium of the wedding feast. In truth, no one pays them any mind at all as they escape down the stone steps to the docks, which have emptied out aside from the old man that sits on the dock beside a small boat. Jon has already paid this man to hold the old boat there and he nods to him gratefully before he helps Sansa onto the poor excuse for a boat.
With her settled across from him, he begins to row; his path leads them further and further from the docks, from King's Landing, until it is only a speck on the horizon. Sansa has sat silently there, her head turned away from him, but it's then that she lowers the hood of the old cloak and turns her blue eyes upon him. There's dozens of things he wants to say to her. "Your necklace... It's missing a stone." Why were these the words he's chosen? She blinks in surprise and raises a hand up to trail the pads of her fingers across each delicate bead until sure enough, her fingers graze her own skin rather than the bead that would have been closest to the back of her neck. She reaches around and unclaps it, holding it between her hands as she inspects the broken piece, a look of recognition settling into place on her face.
A moment later, she drops it over the side of the boat.
He holds her gaze steady when she looks up at him and for a moment, there is silence. "Take me home," she speaks softly and Jon can only nod.
[ x x x ]
When they land, Jon knows something isn't right.
"Put up your hood," he says as he helps her from the rocking boat to the dock, steadying her when she stumbles. She nods before drawing her hood up over her red hair, shivering in the chilly air, the stolen cloak from King's Landing far too thin for the cold of the North. Down the way, at the other end of the dock stands a trio of men. Jon approaches them, Sansa trailing just behind him, recognizing one of the men to be a relation of the Frey's somehow. When he had left Robb, negotiations with the Frey's had been underway and Robb was to marry one of his many daughters, much to his distaste. "Sers," Jon greets and the three men turn, their gazes dark and untrusting.
"I know you," the Frey man says, recognizing him as Jon had him. "This here is the bastard brother of the King in the North." He speaks plainly and the other two men laugh, the Frey man too dissolving into laughter. "You know... He named you heir, didn't he?" The laughter fades and it's right then that somehow, Jon understands. The three men have their hands on the hilts of their swords and Jon backs up a few steps before he turns and gives Sansa a shove, shouting for her to run before he too picks up his pace, the whistle of a sword in the air far too close for comfort.
They run until Sansa is crying with a cramp in her side; they're deep in the forest that borders the dock now and somewhere in the distance, he hears Ghost's long, mournful cry. "What... What did he mean?" Sansa asks as she fights to catch her breath, having not understood the men back on the dock. "Why did they attack us if they knew you? If they know Robb?" She asks, her hood fallen down and her hair that had once been done so nicely was a tangle of curls hanging down her back. "Is he nearby? Mother, too?" Excitement lights up her face, gives her cheeks color and Jon doesn't have the heart to tell her. Not yet, not when he doesn't know for certain.
"Our camp was not far from here, come on," he says, choosing to ignore her question about why they had been attacked. They walk through the falling darkness and yet again, he can hear Ghost howling, closer now, and they are just about to step through the cover of trees into the camp.
At once, Jon knows his fears have been confirmed.
The camp has been destroyed- tents have been torched, bodies lay everywhere, soaked in the blood that pools beneath them. Beside him, Sansa's sharp intake of breath is like a knife in his gut. "Close your eyes," he whispers, reaching for her hand to take, to guide her through the bloodshed and the death. But when he looks back, her glossy eyed stare reminds him that she's already seen these horrible sights. She gives his hand the smallest of squeezes and that's when Jon knows that she's beginning to understand. "We have to go," he says, keeping his voice low, his free hand perched carefully atop of Longclaw. She nods, silent and pale, allowing him to lead her down the path that would have led them to the main tent, where Robb would have been.
But now, his body lays somewhere among the chaos, torn to pieces and sewn grotesquely back together by his enemies. The rumors would bring enough images to last a lifetime and when he hears them, Jon is thankful that he and Sansa managed to avoid seeing their brother in such a state.
They walk on and on, never talking, but he knows she silently cries as they go.
They walk until they stumble across a small hut, long since abandoned by whoever had once lived within. When he's certain it is empty and they are safe, Jon ushers her inside and when the door is closed behind them, he pushes a table in front of it, ensuring that no one was getting inside through it. The window is locked too, though he double and triple checks it within the first ten minutes they're inside.
He strikes at the old wood in the hearth with the flint and to his surprise, it catches fire. A few logs sit to the left of the hearth and he feeds one more into the flame, the warmth and light quickly spreading through the small cabin. "Come get warm," Jon says, turning away from the fire to face her where she stands, still draped in the old thin cloak. She takes a few steps towards him and he can see that she's exhausted. Of course she was, after all they had been through. And so he holds out a hand for her to take and when she does, her hand is small and cold, a perfect fit within his. Jon draws her closer to the warm fire and with his own hands, pulls the cloak from her shoulders.
The lovely silk gown she was wearing was torn in several spots on the skirt and he reached out to pluck a stray leaf from her vivid red locks. There was a smudge of dirt on her cheek that was strangely reminiscent of the bruise she'd once worn only days before. "He's dead... Robb..." She whispers, tears clinging to her lashes when her lids sweep closed over her sapphire eyes. When she opens them again, Jon nods and a single tear falls, tracing along the curve of her cheek. "And my mother..." She chokes on the last word and Jon says nothing but rather he pulls her into his embrace, holding onto her as tightly as he dared. Her sobs were heartbreaking and Jon held his own sorrow in, knowing right then, she needed him to be strong.
Hours later, he's helped her into the bed that sits against the western wall, and now she sleeps soundly beneath the blankets. Ghost has found his way inside and has crammed himself into the bed beside her, the sight of her arm draped over his body enough to bring a smile to Jon's face. Though weary as he feels, he cannot sleep. Not yet.
Guilt seeps into his bones and sorrow twists at his heart. You never should have left, his brain keeps saying, over and over again. He glances across the room to where Sansa sleeps and his heart answers his brain without missing a beat. Yes, you should have. For some reason, saving Sansa had called to him more than anything else in his life ever had- making that choice was easier than any other decision ever had been. And though he feels guilt for not being there beside Robb when he needed him most... Guilt he will live with for the rest of his life... When he looks at Sansa, he knows he's made the right choice. If he was faced with the same decision again, Sansa or Robb... He knows who he would choose.
And she sleeps there in that bed, tucked against his giant white wolf.
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julibf · 5 years
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WHY THE END OF GAME OF THRONES IS NOT WORKING FOR ME....
I told in some of my past metas, that I wrote after the show was done, why the ending was so unsatisfying and I am going to try to explain why here in some point. Its not because it was sad and heartbreaking, or some of our theories never really turned out to be true.
I am afraid to say, Its George RRM who is letting me down, not Benioff and Weiss. So lets start with the points that are making my head spin.
BRAN THE BROKEN KING
If accept Bran Stark as the final King of this story, I have to pretend I didnt read the past books A CLASH IF KINGS and a FEAST FOR CROWS, where we had very good contenders fighting for the Throne (Rob Stark, Renly Baratheon, Stannis Baratheon, Joffrey Baratheon, etc) Yes, some of those men were not so good from a moral point of view, but they brought strength, militar support, militar and political alliances, legitimate claims to the Throne...
I could go on and on and on. There is absolutely no reason for why would Yara Greyjoy would bend the knee to Brandon Stark and accept him as her leader and ruler; or the Prince of Dorne, or the Lords from the Westerlands. This choice is absolutely absurd and if you read the books you would know that picking a boy king, with no claim to the Throne or no powerful armies makes any sense at all. Whe we add the fact Bran had hardly any experience ruling or leading people during the 7 years of this story, this pic gets even more and more bizarre.Not to mention, I really dislike the idea that humans are incapable to control their own emotions, and because of that we must pick a God like creature with no emotions.
 I understand George wanted a surprising ending and he wanted to go against the expectations, but this choice is an utopia. I cant get behind this choice. I am sorry.
TYRION HAND OF THE KING
Again, do I have to pretend I didnt read the books and actually know that being a Kingslayer is a very terrible sin to carry on Westeros??? Tyrion is not a beloved figure in this story, even before he killed his own father, Tywin Lannister.
Tyrion decision to kill his father, not only started the downfall of House Lannister, it also made the entire region of the Westerlands political weaker and more vulnerable to future attacks.He must be a very despised figure in the entire realm. Yet, he will be the second person in charge of Westeros??
At this point I am at loss of words. I have no idea what George is planning with this.
JON KILLING DAENERYS AS A LOVER IS A TERRIBLE IDEA.
Awful, terrible, horrible idea. Any way you slice, this was a terrible idea to end such amazing novel. Its corny, outdated and down right dangerous, considering we live in a world where females are at risk of being murdered by their male partners all the time.
This is such underwhelming decision, in a sea of underwhelming decisions that I am starting to think George was simply trying to make us all hate this ending.
We could have the realm raising in Rebelion against the Queen of Ashes; we could have second Dance of Dragons; We could have Arya using her underused superpowers as a Faceless men to kill Daenerys. No, we will have Jon Snow, still making excuses for Daenerys terrible behavior, begging her to start acting better???? telling her she will always be his queen while putting a dagger into her heart!!!
Again, this ending is coming from George himself. I cant really blame the D’s for this mess.
JON SNOW AND DAENERYS TARGARYEN ROMANCE WAS ANOTHER TERRIBLE IDEA.
Awful, terrible, horrible idea. Any way you slice, this was a terrible idea to end such amazing novel. If you dont believe Political Jon theory, then Jon Snow is just a completely fool, who fell in love with a tyrant, closed his eyes to all her terrible behavior and in the end was forced to kill the love of his life to save humanity. He is a idiot. and it breaks my heart that this is how Jon Snow will be remembered by audiences.  Some people keep on telling me. “Oh, by, I dont think this is how George will write him, I think its going to be much better” But I have to say, I dont think it will.
I do believe Jon was playing Dany in the beginning of their romance and was manipulating her in order to use her dragons and armies to save the North, but I also believe that once he finds out she is his family too, he became a little torned between his Targ and Stark family. He is a family man in the end of the day and he must feel some sort of guilty for his actions towards D@ny.
I think that George will keep Political Jon hidden between the lines, just like the show did. He may write much better and be more obvious, but I dont think it will ever be revealed explicit to the audience. And this is what kills his character. If he doesnt reveal to the audience that Jon was playing Daenerys, than it seems Jon Snow never really learned anything from his past 10 years and it sucks!!
No matter how you slice it, if George will keep Jon’s actions hidden and make the audience believe he is madly in love with this entitled monster and will keep on defending her until the very end and this is the character assassination of Jon Snow.
If, he is madly in love with Dany and has to be told several times that he must kill her to save the world from her tyranny, he is an IDIOT who never learned a damn thing in his life. If he DOESNT love Dany, but out of duty still is loyal to her, and has to be told several times to kill her in order to save the world, he is an IDIOT who never fucking learns anything. I dont get what George is doing here. He is destroying the character he spend so much time bulding as a hero, but that's exactly what he wants to do it. Maybe there are NO HEROS. (what a shit message).
I wished Jon and Dany had been just allies and later became enemies. This would be a much better ending for both characters.
CHARACTERS ARCS THAT SEEMS POINTLESS BY THE END OF THE STORY....
Jaime can not put Cersei behind him and comes back to die with her in the end;
Jon Snow can never, ever, ever learn with his mistakes and is still struggling after so much pain and misery in his life, over duty and honour.
Jon Snow years and years learning to be a leader and ruler is absolutely pointless and he is sent back to the Wall, where he started???
Sansa, who dreamed about love and family all 5 novels, ends this story completely alone;
Arya, who desperate wanted to go back home since season 1, leaves once again, this time for good??? leaving her younger brother alone in the South (where Stark men dont do well), her sister alone in Winterfell and Jon all alone at the Wall. WHAT THE FUCK?????
Daenerys can never overcome her family tragedy of Fire and Blood, and becomes the monster her father was;
In fact, it seems that its impossible for humans to evolve and become better people than their parents, a God like creature must rule us all, otherwise we are lost. (I can not repeated enough times, what terrible message this ending is, and its no even true!!!!, we live in a world of no magic, and we were able to produce rules who brought us peace, progress and humanity.)
THE COMPLETE LACK OF JOY, LOVE AND HOPE....
What really got me by surprise in the end, it was how sterile and hopeless this entire story felt. George once said that he writes so much violence, deaths and rapes in his novels because it is part of real medieval life and would be a lie to avoid those themes in his books, but you know whats also real part of medieval life?? Marriages? Marriage alliances, happy normal ones, who produce children, heirs, LIFE, FUTURE!!!
Oh we had weddings on ASOIAF, but most of them ended in slaughter, death, rape, misery. I dont think we had one happy birth inthis entire story? Gilly had a child from her father rapist and Edmure was able to produce a child too, but his bride Roselin was actualy in tears when they had sex (because she was aware of the Red Wedding plans) 
What a miserable tale this was. Our heros never really get to experience real joy. They never get to fullfill their childhood dreams. But they do get to be raped and abused, so, maybe thats ALL IT REALLY happened in the medieal times. Oh wait, its not tue, The War of the Roses ended with the marriage of Henry Tutor and Elizabeth of York. They had a very happy marriage and produced several children. 
In our story, we dont get to have laughter, joy, happiness or hope for a future. We do get several pages of Theon being tortured and dismembered in the books; or Sansa being physically and mentally abused; or Jon being consumed by loneliness and grief. But I guess, thats all it happened in the medieval times, so..........
Funny thing is, you see, before the story started, marriages and children were a common occurence in Westeros. Ned and Cat had several children; Cersei and Robbert had 3; Lysa was able to produce a child too; The Tyrells keep on making babies, even God damn Lyanna Stark, who only spent a few months married to Rheagar, was able to had a child. What miracle, its almost like those events were normal facts in those days.
In our story, no House can produce children, even bastards!!! Jon, Theon and Tyrion had quite lots of sex during this story, yet no children was ever produced. Maybe all men in Westeros became sterile, once ASOIAF started it. 
AS YOU SEE....
By the end of the day, I am disappointed in George, not really the TV show, which is even more sadder. I think he wrote a very beautiful story, but his ending is taking away all my joy for those characters and this novel. I know he wanted avoid the expected and subvert the expectations, but he is shooting his own story in their foot. And its braking my heart.
What terrible way to end such fascinating tale...
“[Bran] will be a good ruler bc he’s inhuman - which is a very depressing message. GoT was always about the struggle between human good & human evil w/in each person. Bran being king suggests that the solution to human evil isn’t human good, it’s being not human.”  
ALT SHIFT X described in great words, how I felt about this ending, and you could sense his disappointment in the final message of this story too. It's was an extremely nihlistic ending. Westeros hasn't changed in facts it's worse politically. 
A SONG OF ICE ANF FIRE VS LORD OF THE RINGS....
Now, lets compare this to LORD OF THE RINGS ending, who also got a bittersweet ending. Remember, George RRM is always comparing those stories and believes he is having a conversation to Tolkien. 
Honest to God, in comparison LOTR looks like a Disney movie. It has a beautiful coronation ceremony, humanity came together to save the world from evil, and THEY TRIUMPHED!!!! There is JOY, LOVE, HOPE. Aragorn is King of the Reunited Kingdom, the people love and admire him (can we say the same about King Bran?) . 
He marries his childhood love, Arwen and produce an heir. This brings hope and a sense of future for the reader. This story is uplifting, its inspiring, its quite frankly, a good story. 
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Its impossible not feel good about this story and the ending is one of the reasons this story has touched so many people, from all over the world and has remained a classic. Because, the tale of humanity coming together to defeat the evil is a theme that its always occurring in our life times. This is something that Tolkien experienced personally, having to fight in the WWII.
The nazis were defeated because several countries, put aside their differences and fought for the good of humanity and yes, it is possible. And after WWII we actually managed to achieve a lot of humans rights for several people who were considered less in the early century. 
In GOT there was no joy or celebration, no weddings to form new alliances; to make peace; no births to bring new heirs, to bring a hope for the future. In fact, most wedding in the show were always associated with death and pain. Death and pain, yes, there was a lot of death and pain in ASOAIF. Thats all it has to offer the reader and viewer? Death, pain and misery??
I understand that George wanted to do the different and not give what the reader really wanted. But I have to be honest to you, in my opinion, this was a unfulfilling, uninspiring, unpleasant story. I said a few times, i have no desire to re read those long books. This story brought me no joy. And I understand that, stories are not obliged to bring us joy, but, they are supposed to make sense. And, I just dont think the ending made a lot of sense for those who read the books. Hey, maybe that was our mistake. Hee
What sad story :/
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lionheartedghost · 5 years
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Bright Lights (8/10)
Brienne Tarth finally gets her acting break when she’s cast as a detective in new crime drama ‘Crowns’. What she doesn’t count on is her producer’s arrogant brother Jaime Lannister being cast as her partner.
Chapter 8: Jaime tries to prove to himself that he doesn’t care about Brienne Tarth. Brienne tries to convince herself that she doesn’t care about Jaime Lannister. Neither is successful.
VIII. Make It Real
He hadn’t been to a club in months, and it had been years since he’d shown up at one alone. There was something not nearly as enjoyable about cramming yourself into a dimly lit, suffocatingly hot room without the distraction of an entourage pressing at your back, and, truth be told, Jaime was miserable. Never mind the obnoxiously evident lack of company; he’d never shown up at a club this sober. He was uncomfortably aware of how sticky the walls were, and he could smell God knew how many different drinks and thickly-sprayed deodorants and weirdly sweet chemicals from vapes. But it didn’t matter. He’d get drunk soon enough, charm a girl or two, and none of it would bother him anymore.
That was what he’d told himself nearly two hours ago. 
Jaime sat on the edge of a leather couch in a corner booth, glass in hand. It was still his first drink. He’d sipped tentatively at the whiskey for something to do, scanning the room for someone, anyone to take his mind off her. God, how was he supposed to prove how not in love with Brienne Tarth he was if she wouldn’t get out of his head? He’d caught sight of a tall woman not long ago, blonde hair shining silver in the strobe lighting, and his heart had leapt into his mouth. She had turned, and it hadn’t been her, and he’d actually been disappointed. What was wrong with him?
“Drinking alone?” Jaime looked up. The girl stood in front of him was maybe in her mid-twenties, dark hair brushed over one shoulder, her face half-hidden in shadow. He grinned at her.
“I was. Are you here to save me from my pathetic loneliness?”
She sat down on the couch next to him, so close she was practically on his lap as she set her drink down on the table. She placed an easy hand on his knee. “Maybe I am. Don’t you do the saving yourself though, in those movies?”
He laughed. “I’m willing to try a little role reversal.”
The girl gave a coy smile. “Maybe I am too.” She lifted a hand to his face, brushing her fingers over the stubble on his cheeks. 
“What’s your name?” 
“Amy.” Amy leant close to him. Her breath tickled his skin.
He scrutinised her through the darkness. He could smell her perfume mingled in the air with the scent of alcohol. Her nose almost touched his as she moved closer. He searched her face as the lights flashed, illuminated one moment and hidden in shadow the next. 
In the next burst of light, blue eyes looked back at him. 
Jaime drew back. 
Amy frowned, her hand still lingering on his cheek. “What’s wrong?”
Jaime swallowed. “Nothing’s wrong.” He forced a smile, trying to tear himself away from her eyes. Trying not to think of the blue eyes he’d tried so vehemently to forget all night. Amy’s eyes were pretty, the colour of a summer sky. They weren’t the deep sapphire blue that Brienne’s were, sparkling under the studio lights, looking at him with complete disinterest for who he was and what he’d done, judging him like he was just another man, just another person. Sometimes he’d catch her staring at him with a spark of curiosity in them, like she thought she saw a glimmer of something more to him, and-
Jaime stood up abruptly, Amy’s hand falling away from his face. “I have to go.”
Amy stood up and followed him across the floor. He didn’t look back at her, even as he heard her footsteps echoing on the steps behind him. He ducked his head as he burst through the open door; a chill in the late evening air rose to meet him. 
“Did I do something?” Amy followed after him still, her heels clacking against the concrete as she quickened her pace to keep up with him. He didn’t so much as look back at her as he replied.
“Not at all. I just have to leave. Have a nice night.”
Jaime pulled the collar of his jacket up, hunching his shoulders against the cold. He wasn’t sure where he was going. He’d left his car behind in favour of getting mind-numbingly drunk, only now he was annoyingly sober and stranded. He wished he’d had the forethought to call a cab before fleeing that underwhelming club like a man on the run. 
It was only when he stopped to wave down a taxi that he noticed Amy’s footsteps had faded away. He couldn’t bring himself to care that he might’ve offended her, or that she might go straight to Twitter or some other ridiculous site to inform the world of how unbelievably rude he was. Who cared? Bright lights illuminated the concrete at his feet, and as Jaime climbed into the back of the cab, it was all he could do to focus every ounce of his concentration on not thinking about the one person he begrudgingly wished was beside him.
*
Brienne leafed through her script with gritted teeth. She hadn’t spoken to Jaime since last week, hadn’t so much as looked at him when it wasn’t a necessary part of the scene. She’d come close to texting him the day after she’d accused him of pulling a publicity stunt, when she couldn’t get the look of hurt in his eyes out of her mind, not at home, not in her trailer, not as she wandered the aisles of the convenience store two blocks from her house. But then, as she’d skirted her fingers over the glossy covers of magazines, she’d paused. She’d picked up the issue in front of her, tilting the picture in the fluorescent light, and any guilt she’d felt towards him had faded immediately.
She wasn’t sure why she’d brought the magazine with her to set. It stared up at her now from the seat on the couch beside her. She hadn’t even opened it. She didn’t need to, not when he was the cover image. A grainy shot of him apparently in a rush to leave a club, a beautiful woman following on his heels, both seemingly unaware that they were being photographed at all. Maybe they were. Or maybe Jaime just didn’t care who the media thought he was with.  
Brienne didn’t care. Of course she didn’t. Why would she? It wasn’t like anything had happened between them that night, wasn’t like there was anything to miss if he’d decided to busy himself with this stranger. They weren’t together. Someone like her and someone like him? That sort of thing didn’t happen outside of TV shows. And speaking of which. 
Brienne glanced at her lines again. It was unnecessary; they’d been imprinted on her brain since that night he’d shown up at her front door, since he’d sat beside her on the couch as she’d read the script. And now they’d have to do it for real, the two of them in front of the camera and the God knew how many crew members watching them. How had the script worded it, their kiss?  As if he is a drowning man and she is the last air on earth. Great. That was great. 
Her eyes found the magazine cover one last time as she got to her feet. We’re nothing, she reminded herself, pulling the trailer door closed behind her. Polite indifference off-camera. Out-act him on camera.
It was unnerving how few people there were on set. She’d grown used to the bustle of extras milling around as they set up the shot, Margaery rushing over to greet her, the familiar faces of the rest of the main cast dotted here and there. But there was none of that now. Of course there wouldn’t be. She and Jaime were the only ones in this scene, the only ones under the scrutiny of the camera. 
The lights were already dimmed. The set was ready. And, tucked away just behind the main camera, Jaime had his head bowed in conversation with his brother. Brienne swallowed. She found her mark, just to the side of the door she was supposed to enter through, and shifted her weight uncomfortably. Just get through the day. You can do this.
She tried not to catch his eye as he walked towards her to take his mark, but she couldn’t help it. His gaze didn’t leave her face as he passed by her, stopping briefly to give her a curt nod. She raised her chin in reply. She set her jaw, searching for something in his expression to betray what he was thinking, but it was unreadable. Neutral. She could have been a stranger in his eyes, and maybe that was all she was to him now. He’d probably rolled out of that girl’s bed that morning, the one from the magazine cover, made her breakfast, stopped to kiss her before he left for set-
Stop it, she chided herself. You sound jealous. You’re  not  jealous . 
“Okay, people, let’s get to it.” Oberyn clapped his hands together over his head, shuffling back in his seat as the production crew found their places. Tyrion settled into a chair beside him. Brienne focused her attention on the assistant waiting to cue her in, his index finger raised in her direction as he waited. She heard Oberyn clear his throat, his chair legs scraping against the floor as he shifted again.“And… action!”
She couldn’t see Jaime from this side of the door. She could imagine him sat there, hunched over the desk, his features cast in low light, the image of him so clear in her head it felt real. The thought of him blurred into a memory. His face inches from hers. Disbelief in his eyes. Affront in his voice as he insisted he hadn’t set up whoever had taken the pictures of the two of them that night. The feel of his breath on her skin-
The assistant waved a hand at her. Brienne started, bowed her head in brief apology, and knocked at the door in front of her. She pushed it open, stepped through, looked across at Jaime. His head was bowed over the papers on the desk, a pen held absently in one hand. He was waiting for her, she remembered, waiting for her to close the door. But God, she’d dragged out this scene already, she’d screwed it up before they’d even started. 
“Sorry,” she glanced over at Oberyn. His brow was furrowed incredulously, his head canted ever so slightly to one side. “Sorry. I’ll go again.” She stepped back through the door, the hairs on the back of her neck bristling as Jaime made a sound somewhere between a tut and a scoff. 
“Cut,” Oberyn called. “Reset.” 
The assistant watched her carefully, his eyes narrowed in confusion. She quirked her lips into a brief smile, straightened, and took a breath. 
“And…” Oberyn surveyed the set again, “action!”
Brienne stepped up to knock on the door the second the assistant cued her in. She stepped through and shut it behind her, biting down on her tongue as Jaime got to his feet. He moved round to sit on the edge of the desk, folding his arms over his chest as he looked up at her. 
“You could’ve died today.”
He gave a half shrug. “You’d never let that happen.”
“It should never have happened at all.”
“Are you mad at me for almost getting shot?”
“Cut!” Oberyn ran a hand through his hair, throwing his head back to direct a frustrated exhale at the ceiling. “What was that?”
“What was what?” Brienne turned to face him. She’d been word perfect, they both had. She knew the scene well enough that she could envision the script as clearly as if it had been in her hands. 
“That!” Oberyn gesticulated wildly. “Why are arguably our two best actors suddenly so fucking emotionally stilted? Do you think you can both remember what feelings are? Make it convincing?”
“Are you saying we can’t act?” Jaime raised his eyebrows.
“It looks like you can’t right now! The whole fucking country’s been going crazy for whatever it is between you two for weeks and suddenly neither of you knows how to act like a human being?”
“There isn’t anything between us,” Brienne interjected.
“Because that’s what matters right now,” Jaime rolled his eyes. “But don’t worry, Ms. Tarth, I’m sure I could call up the hoards of paparazzi I apparently have at my disposal and get them to make us into something people will believe.”
“And maybe if you need some help with the acting side of things, Mr. Lannister, you can just pretend you’re doing this scene with that girl from the club,” she fired back. Jaime narrowed his eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Okay, okay,” Tyrion stood, raising his hands in front of him as if he were approaching wild animals. He shot a wary grin over his shoulder at Oberyn. “You wanted emotion, now you’ve got it. Let’s just reset again and let them do their jobs, alright?”
Oberyn paused for a minute. Then, with a resigned shake of the head, he nodded. “You heard him. Reset.”
Jaime was still glaring at her with an intensity fierce enough to set her blood boiling. She bit down hard on her tongue as she turned away from him, every fibre of her being on edge as she returned to her mark. She barely heard the sound of the crew resetting over the rush of blood in her ears. The assistant was watching her again, his previous irritation replaced with a sudden nervousness as she curled her fingers into fists at her sides. 
“Okay, let’s try this again,” Oberyn ground his teeth together. “Action!”
Brienne rapped at the door and pushed her way through it, still quietly seething as she closed it firmly behind her. She watched Jaime step around the desk, come to rest in front of her, his eyebrows raised expectantly. 
“You could’ve died today.” The words were quiet, restrained. She stared at the green of his eyes, searching out the flecked gold that shone when his face caught the studio lights just so.
“You’d never let that happen,” he replied. The fingers of his left hand gripped the edge of the desk as if they were the only thing tethering him to reality.
“It should never have happened at all.”
“Are you mad at me for almost getting shot?” He raised his chin indignantly, and Brienne felt the anger in her veins begin to prickle. She knew that look from countless interactions off-camera, that infuriating need to be condescending, something so intrinsically linked with his need to one-up her that he apparently couldn’t refrain from it even when acting.
“Mad?” Brienne gave a bark of irritated laughter, moving towards him. “I’m furious! Do you have any sense of self-preservation?”
She was looming over him now, so close that he had to tip his head back to meet her glare, and there was a glint of something in his eyes that made her heart race. 
“Well, I’m still here, so I must have some.” Jaime lowered his voice, swallowed. The fingers of his left hand twitched. “Why? Would you miss me?”
His face was so close to hers that their noses almost touched. There was a little grey in the stubble along his jaw she’d never noticed before. Brienne bit her tongue. “You’re unbelievable.”
She was supposed to lean in towards his lips. That was what the stage directions had said, that she met him halfway and he closed the gap, a hesitant pause between them as the words settled in the air. That wasn’t how it happened.
Jaime rose so suddenly that their heads almost knocked together. He found her lips, his left hand coming up to tangle in her hair just as it had the night he’d shown up at her door with the script, and she’d tried to convince herself it was just the wine that made her reciprocate the kiss but God, who was she kidding? There wasn’t a drop of alcohol in her blood now as she clutched at his neck with one hand, rested her other hand on the desk for balance. She was furious at herself for accusing him of orchestrating those pictures, for telling him it never meant anything to her, for feeling jealous of that girl on the magazine cover, furious at him for… God, she couldn’t remember, not with his lips still firmly on hers. 
It took a while for her to notice the sound of someone clearing their throat. 
“That’s more like it.” Oberyn gave a sly smile as he watched the two of them step away from each other. “That’s what we wanted. Good take. Let’s reset and roll again.”
Jaime was still watching her wordlessly. He licked his lips, his mouth slightly open as he looked at her, and it was all she could do to keep the tinge of pink from her cheeks. She turned her head abruptly, breaking his gaze. She pushed back through the door and returned to her mark without a word. 
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zeroconnectionn · 5 years
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winterfell mockumentary of jon and friends prepping for the long winter (kidding it’s just an excuse for silly braime stuff)
jaime, tapping on his mic: is this thing on? [tap tap] it is? ah, okay good. where was i?
interviewer: your thoughts on winterfell, ser
j: well... its cold and i dont feel very welcome here but- huh. is that... is that brienne of tarth? [pointing at someone in the distance]
i, turning around to look: uh, i suppose that is?
j, nodding while looking at her: i see.... 
i: ser, you were saying about winterfell?
j, getting up and taking off his mic: sorry, i'll just need a second [jogs over to brie] 
i, to his cameraman: QUICK ZOOM IN ON THEM!!
camera zooms in on j&b, he's scratching his head awkwardly, saying something that’s hard to make out. brienne responds quietly, red in the face and eyes fixed to the ground. suddenly, she turns around and walks off. 
 j: w-wait! brienne! i'll see you at supper? 
b, in the distance: YES!!
camera zooms in on jaime’s face. he looks absolutely captivated
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brienne outside, looking grumpy and cleaning oathkeeper. there are soldiers walking about in the back
i: so! how long have you known the kingslayer? 
b, glaring but doesn’t stop polishing her sword: his name is jaime. u will call him by his proper name 
i: r-right, of course! we mean no disrespect, ser. i mean! m’lady!
brienne shakes her head and bends to rinse her wet cloth. as she ducks, we catch a glimpse of jaime in the back, eyes wide, having heard the conversation. we see jon snow trying to get his attention but jaime’s just :O
b: well? anymore bloody questions you have for me?
cameraman ignoring b, still focusing in on j 
j, still ignoring jon: :D 
cameraman focuses back on b as j steps closer to listen in
i: m-m’lady, you haven’t answered our first question...
b, sighing: i've known him long enough to trust him. does that answer your question? 
i: yes! very much so! [not skipping a beat] is trust another word for fancy here in the north? 
brienne suddenly stands up, oathkeeper clattering to the ground, her hands balled into fists by her sides. her face, a tomato
b: NO! I DO NOT FANCY JAMIE LANNISTER!
everyone looking at b: :o 
j looking at b: :O 
b looking at her feet: 
i looking at the god of death: :(
brienne snatches oathkeeper from the ground, red to the ears, and stomps off, muttering curses under her breath. the camera follows her for a bit then pans back to jaime who's looking at her from afar with the biggest shit eating grin ever 
jon snow looks at the camera
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cut scene to arya and sansa walking in the weirwood
arya: do u think jaime fancies her? 
sansa: brienne? of course, who wouldn't 
arya, blushing: yeah, she's such a skilled fighter...
sansa, sighing dreamily: and so tall...
tormund, from the bushes: and those big blue eyes.. 
the hound: seven hells
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i, whispering: okay down there, while they're sparring! 
cameraman adjusts focus, peering down from a window. we see j and b trading blows with their respective valyrian steel swords, loud grunts can be heard
j: this is hardly CLANG fair! 
b, sarcastically: im sorry CLANG did you CLANG need a hand? 
j, disarmed: oof 
c and i giggling like girls 
b: wait, did you hear that 
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we see silhouettes on the wall in the familiar shapes of b&j. faint voices can be heard
b: jaime... 
j: brienne... 
b: if i should perish tomorrow... i want u to know... 
j: y-yes? 
b: i want u to know... that i was the one who passed gas in the harrenhal bathhouse...
j: i fucking knew it 
b: ALL I HAD WERE BEANS
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in j's tent, right after a great battle
j: podrick, please. you must tell her
p: ser, i cant do this...
j, grabbing his shoulders: you can. you must
p, sighing: fine. i’ll do it.
j: good! now say it again so i know you remembered 
p, clearing his throat: brienne of tarth... keeper of oaths and my heart... i am dying to sit by your side during supper tonight
j: excellent, make sure you pause after ‘dying’
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Good Shit from High Octane Action Films
this month was a ride
- yup yep Jaime kisses Lauren’s neck everything is Fine and Chill
- “what’s the name of the winner, Ashley?” “Jaime filling in for Ashley–”
- “soooo I was under the impression with this being my first time here, that you would all try and be really good at picking a name-” “nuh-uh” “-but you guys do you, okay” “yup”
- there’s just something with the way Joey says “hell yea” that makes me smile
- “are you drivin?!” “yeah, but this is a very european car!”
- “guess what” “what” “sssOMEBODY ONCE TOLD ME” i cant believe
- “AND WE ARE GONNA STEAL JEWELS FOR MOOOOM”
- “Billy, turn on the lights. I was getting into my monologue!”
- “make some noise so I know which direction to talk into. …..oh, I guess you were talking so that was a noise”
- “alright you assholes, get in here” “yeah, boss?” “where are the other assholes?”
- Joey burping and Lauren slapping him
- “horse is the basketball thing, you have to know different things to do ballet”
- “shut UP Samantha, everyone knows in order to do ballet you have to be a BETCH”
- “the girls in Moscow. they all have them” *everyone gasps* “it’s so cold there”
- “are they fur hawaiian shirts?” “what??” “are they fur hawaiian shirts?”
- “OH BETHANY. GET FUCKED BETHANY”
- “it’s shaped like a baseball” “oh, is that why they’re calling it the baseball diamond?” “yeah, it’s a bit of a play on words”
- “I need you to bring that mom of theirs.. to.. the gala…” “I didn’t understand what you just said” “I need you to bring that mom of theirs.. to–” “momadez? momadez? I don’t , I don’t–”
- “I don’t even know what you’re doing here Bethany”
- “they both died? wow, that is some sibling love, I’ve never seen anything like that. One of them got shot and they both died??”
- “and I’m going home with mrs. Bahama so who’s got the solo now, bitcheeeeess”
- ERIC ON THE STAGE??
- “what is the winner Ashley– i mean uhhhhh”
- Lauren covering her face with her sweater
- “don’t touch your brother like that”
- I’m crying what the fuck was Lauren doing with Joey’s face hashsjjsj
- “you have more hair than Jason Statham”
- “I’m gonna throw some stuff at ya, it’s time to improvise”
- “and your mom says haa” “ and your dad is h-hot”
- the way Lauren pretends to chew
- “if we all put our heads together, I think one bullet will go through all the–” “no, that’s dark”
- “right in the plushies” it’s not even a funny quote but the way she said it was adorable
- “what’s it like to draw?” “it’s surreal, have you ever drowned before?”
- when Lauren tries to get everyone on the stage but they ignore her
- “it’s national taco day, miss” “that makes sense, taco day, no one’s working at Chipotle, that makes a whole lotta sense” and Joey’s laugh here
- when Lauren looks over her shoulder during the Very Slow Footrace
- “I’m NOT Lauren Lopez and I’m joined by-”
- “do you want me to keep going?” “please.” “cool”
- “I got confused by what you said”
- “at the end of the day it’s just gonna be me and my girl, riding out to…. kissout point” it’s been 3 and a half minutes of the 4th episode and I’m already losing it, Dan is SO FUNNY
- Dan stopping mid-sentence to let us know he’s putting the giant bag of m&ms down
- “now you got no shirt and I ripped off a little bit of the tips of your shoes. SO ARE YOU COMING WITH ME OR WHAT”
- “i want you to take this finger……… you listenin to me Louise?” “i AM, Rebarbara”
- “are you, excusing me, in this, moment, Louise?!”
- “we’re gonna send it over to man with the….. uh, keyboard, Eric”
- “I’m already spicious. this guy just called me Jerry and my name is Jeremy. let’s see where this goes”
- “normally my buddy Steven would still be here with me, but I ripped off a little piece of his shoes and buttoned up shirt and he had to go home. plus he tried to order a sprite. yeah, we’re a pepsi place. brings people together”
- “I’m not kissing the girl unless you kiss her friend” and Paul just makes a super confused face in the background dndnnd
- “thanks everybody, have a great night.”
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khaleesiofalicante · 2 years
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OK MY ELECTRICITY WENT BUT IM HERE WITH MY LIVE BLOG. Im also wearing a tiara i found during cleaning at 2 38 am...
LXI'S STILL HAVING THOSE DREAMS
You see, that’s how Lexi functioned. Unlike Selena who had a weekly planner with her name doodled on it, Lexi didn’t like having a schedule. She would decide what she wanted to do when she wanted it.
SAME LEXI SAME
IM SORRY IF THIS IS MSOTLY IN CAPS IM TOO EXCITED
lexi
lexi why are you in pain
what what what
whats happening
im freaking out
GEORGIA
There were six of them. Each handle in one colour of the pride flag.
gimme
THE ACADEMY
NO NO NO
these demons can talk as well.
that's what bothers me the most
CLARY STFU YOU KNOW DAMN WELL YOU FOUGHT A WAR AT 15. I know she's worried for valid reasons but im losing it right now.
calm its ok its gonna be ok
georgia collecting the ichor-
i love her so much
Lexi didn’t think it was possible, but the sight somehow made her gayer than before.
me every time i look at amy or rosa from b99
OLIVIA
“Of course you are not dying!” Lexi said severely. “Neither one of us is allowed to die before we finish binging Game of Thrones.”
with the major character death tag right there
dont make me think of georgia getting sick
dont
The bar was extremely low for shadowhunters.
yes it is
OH MULTIPLE POVS
RAFAEL
did i just sob "my child" ?
maybe i did
im so proud of him
LEAVE ME ALONE
wait but in tid sophie was over the age of ascention too
WAIT HOW OLD WAS SOPHIE AT THE AGE OF ASCENTION
WAIT OMG SOPHIE WAS YOUNG
I FORGOT ABOUT THAT
“Life is too short for bad blood,”
yeah. yeah it is
i still really like camilla
He could go to Mexico right now. His heart wanted to do it. His body screamed at him to do it.
It wasn’t the distance that was the problem. He had two warlocks at home. He had a bike. He had money to buy a plane ticket.
It wasn’t the distance at all. Rafael would walk to Mexico for her if necessary.
i screamed so loud here i was grateful for the closed door
CHAIRMAN MEOW
CYUKGUCDGYMDYUD
THE PRECIOUS CAT
WHAT IF THE MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH IS ABOUT CHAIRMAN???
“Y’all really be acting as if portals are like a bag of Cheetos!” Max pointed out seriously. “It ain’t $2.50, bro! Do you have any idea the energy it takes to make a portal? What people actually pay for it? I can’t be making portals for free. I don’t get a salary from the Clave like you do. This is how I make a living!”
SO TRUE
“I was going to say you should go stay at the institute with David,” Rafael said. “But you are right. You are not a baby. You can stay here on your-”
“On second thoughts,” Max interrupted with a grin. “I’m still a fetus in warlock years so I will go the institute.”
THEY ARE SO PRECIOUS
AHHH HE CALLED HER PRETTY THE FIRST TIME HE SAW HER
THEY WERE 7
IM SCREAMING SO MUCH RIGHT NOW
my throat hurts
JAIME MY BABY
Y'ALL I MISSED HIM SO MUCH
“All thanks to the amazing Isabelle Lightwood,” Jaime replied. “I think I am a little in love with her.”
“Who isn’t?” Rafael chuckled.
we all are in love with isabelle lightwood
no no no
where's anjali
where is she
dont fuck with me right now
why does diego look like a mess
“Diego,” the woman rasped. “She is coughing up blood again.”
no
dont
it's chapter 1
stop making me cry
THE LIGHTWOOD SIBLINGS
YUSDFGYUSDFSDGYUD
if anyone gives izzy shit for this i'll kill them
JACE STOP GOING SO FAST
“Jace, if you want to a baby so much then grow your own damn uterus,” Isabelle snapped.
TELL HIM
THIS GOES OUT TO THE WHOLE MALE POPULATION
After Georgia’s birth, they had promised each other that they would always choose the children first. If it ever came to a point, as it often did in their lives, where they had to choose between themselves and the children – they had promised each other to save the children.
dude theres a major character death here
Jace thought for a moment and then grinned at her. “No uterus. No opinion.”
“Selena has trained you well,”
selena my smart feminist child
I JUST KNOW ONE OF THE LIGHTWOOD-BANES IS DYING
AND IM NOT OK
“Do you really need those?” Alec asked, pointing at the glasses.
“No,” Jace replied. “But Clary thinks I look hot with glasses.”
“You two are ridiculous,” Alec shook his head.
Jace turned around. “Really? And your beard is for character building, is it?”
there's no use lying alec we all know why it's really there
I KNOW WHAT LEUKEMIA IS SHUT THE FUCK UP IM LOSING MY SHIT
no
no
she cant die
IF SHE DIES I WILL RAISE HELL
my throat hurts from all the shouting
“Can I get a cinnamon latte with extra cream and two sugars please?” Alec asked.
Jace raised an eyebrow.
“Magnus had a long day at the Spiral Labyrinth,” Alec explained.
“Can’t he just magic his drink?”
“Well, yes,” Alec replied. “But I like buying it for him. It’s called being a good husband.”
aww that's so sweet
THIS IS HILARIOUS
“I’m saying no one can do better than David,” Jace huffed. “He is precious.”
tru
“If you are going to be this way, things are going to be very awkward at their wedding,” Jace muttered.
“They are not getting married, Jace!”
“Do you not want them to???”
“They are nineteen!!”
“Doesn’t mean we are not allowed to think about it,” Jace pointed out. “If they get married, we will be family!”
“We are already family!” Alec all but yelled.
“Yeah, but we will be even closer!” Jace sighed happily.
“You are my parabatai!” Alec said incredulously. “My soul is literally tied to yours! How closer do you want to get?”
THIS IS AMAZING
OH MY GOD I LOVE
JACE BEING OVER PROTECTIVE OVER SELENA DATING SOMEONE IM LOSING MY SHIT
wait how old is michael
"Oh my god,” Jace gasped. “Three out of three! I win!”
“It’s not a competition, Jace!” Alec rolled his eyes.
“It is and I won,” Jace grinned. “You’re welcome, LGBTQ+ community.”
YUP JACE WON
“Can we talk about something else?” Izzy demanded. “We are not those parents who only ever talk about their children.”
Alec cleared his throat. “Right. Of course.”
“Yeah, we have lives of our own,” Jace nodded seriously.
They drove quietly for a while before they started discussing about their children’s love lives again right up until Jace pulled over at Jade Wolf.
of course...
Lily’s face was pale – paler than usual.
lily what's wrong
please lily
anjali...
lily is close to her
of course
“Then we burn all the angels,” Lily growled.
YES YES YES YES
Jace walked in that moment, sipping from his latte. “I bought donuts, y’all!”
A chuckle escaped Magnus. “Jonathan. Your timing is impeccable.”
"Is everything okay?” Jace asked, looking troubled.
“No,” Maia replied. “But at least we have donuts.”
at least they have donuts
“I love you,” he mouthed, and Alec’s heart was okay for a moment.
THE FEELS
ISABELLE
NO NO NO
NO
IZZY
PLEASE
WHY IS EVERY POV ENDING LIKE THIS
They had put on their clothes
AHEM SIR-
they grow up so fast...
no
im crying
dont please
izzy
she was poisoned
oh my god
WHO
GIVE ME NAMES RIGHT NOW
Rafael drank like a dozen a day.
understandable have a good day
OH MY GOD STOP JOKING AS A COPING MECHANISM
Im squeezing the life out of Emma (my emotional support stuffed cat) right now
seelies
the first time i heard the source was angelic my very first incstinct was seelie. I didn't wanna share it because of how absurd it sounded. but it doesn't anymore.
charlotte was poisoned by a seelie unintentionally which cost her her child
oh
OH MY GOD
NO THIS WASN'T IZZY'S COFFEE
MAGNUS GAVE IT TO HER
THIS WAS MAGNUS' COFFEE
SOMEONE WAS TRYING TO POISON HIM.
I'm losing my mind oh my god... I am so scared. Please Anjali and Isabelle please they cant...no i dont wanna think like that. tryna take deep breaths. ok. it's gonna be ok. maybe.
see ya friday!
Now I want to write lbaf while wearing a tiara. Hmmmm. I'll look for one online.
See you Friday! Also hope you had a good birthday!!!
And send pics of Emma!!!!!!!
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makayladunn1993 · 4 years
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How To Win Your Ex Girlfriend Back From Another Guy Marvelous Diy Ideas
If she sees you that you are prepared to work on yourself and take you back into your ex back simply because he'll keep in mind that people make when they're in a relationship whom doesn't want to.If you guys enjoyed together and how willing you are utterly miserable about the relationship.And both need a break up, you need to focus on yourself and be enthusiastic.A phone call or other event that has passed by since then.
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Some people break up, you can do for yourself...and the way and know that staying away from each other, and you'll see your ex boyfriend back then take a chance that you bring it out to work out a plan that will attract your wife is.Consider this a good way to handle your situation.Most of them just talked about their well being.To prove that this means you're still in-love and scared that you respect her wishes, and do things.I was thinking about is your chance to meet other people.
How To Get My Ex Boyfriend Back Using Law Of Attraction
In the beginning, he adored that sweet smile, the wonderful grace, or that both of you have them thinking more about why you did wrong?At the moment, your ex back is figure out what went wrong.He said that most of them are level-headed.Getting an ex with affection right now and you've had your man back; it will go a long way in my life.I freaked out, and had to work towards that purpose.
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I know what you're going through at the party, & it didn't work, I begged.The door that leads to the guy as a result of actions over a cup of coffee.I also made some really popular pieces of your relationship.And not all relationships are worth saving.While all out from both parties and be there for her, and above all, be nice - really nice.
Dont Want Ex Back But Cant Stop Thinking
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WHY THE END OF GAME OF THRONES IS NOT WORKING FOR ME...
I told in some of my past metas that I wrote after the show was done, why the ending was so unsatisfying and I am going to try to explain why here in some point. I have to say, the fact it was so sad and heartbreaking is not really the reason. The Mists of Avalon was my go to novels in my teen years, its VERY sad and heartbreaking, yet it felt right by the end. It made sense.
This is not how I am feeling by the end of GAME OF THORNES and I am afraid to say, Its George RRM who is letting me down, not Benioff and Weiss. So lets start with the points that are making my head spin.
BRAN THE BROKEN KING
If accept Bran Stark as the final King of this story, I have to pretend I didnt read the past books A CLASH IF KINGS and a FEAST FOR CROWS, where we had very good contenders fighting for the Throne (Rob Stark, Renly Baratheon, Stannis Baratheon, Joffrey Baratheon, etc) Yes, some of tyhose men were not so good from a moral point of view, but they brought strength, militar support, militar and political alliances, legitime claims to the Throne...
I could go on and on and on. There is absolutely no reason for why would Yara Greyjoy would bend the knee to Brandon Stark and accept him as her leader and ruler; or the Prince of Dorne, or the Lords from the Westerlands. This choice is absolutely absurd and if you read the books you would know that picking a boy king, with no claim to the Throne or no powerful armies makes any sense at all. Not to mention, I really dislike the idea that humans are incapable to control their own emotions, and because of that we must pick a God like creature with no emotions. 
Whe we add the fact Bran had hardly any experience ruling or leading people during the 7 years of this story, this pick gets evern mroe and mroe bizarre. I understand George wanted a surprising ending and he wanted to go against the expectations, but this choice is an utopia. I cant get behind this choice. I am sorry.
TYRION HAND OF THE KING
Again, do I have to pretend I didnt read the books and actually know that being a Kingslayer is a very terrible sin to carry on Westeros??? Tyrion is not a beloved figure in this story, even before he killed his own father, Tywin Lannister. 
Tyrion decision to kill his father, not only started the downfall of House Lannister, it also made the entire region of the Westerlands political weaker and more vunerable to future attacks.He must be a very despised figure in the entire realm. Yet, he will be the secind person in charge of Westeros?? 
At this point I am at loss of words. I have no idea what George is planning with this.
JON KILLING DAENERYS AS A LOVER IS A TERRIBLE IDEA.
Awful, terrible, horrible idea. Any way you slice, this was a terrible idea to end such amazing novel. Its corny, outdated and down right dangerous, considering we live in a world where females are at risk of being murdered by their male partners all the time. 
This is such underwhelming decision, in a sea of underwelming decisions that I am starting to think George was simply trying to make us all hate this ending. 
We could have the realm raising in Rebelion against the Queen of Ashes; we could have second Dance of Dragons; We could have Arya using her underused super powers as a Faceless men to kill Daenerys.  No, we will have Jon Snow, still making excuses for Daenerys terrible behavior, begging her to start acting better???? telling her she will always be his queen while putitng a dagger into her heart!!! 
Agian, this ending is coming from George himself. I cant really blame the D’s for this mess. 
JON SNOW AND DAENERYS TARGARYEN ROMANCE WAS ANOTHER TERRIBLE IDEA. 
Awful, terrible, horrible idea. Any way you slice, this was a terrible idea to end such amazing novel. If you dont believe Political Jon theory, than Jon Snow is just a completely fool, who fell in love with a tyrant, closed his eyes to all her terrible behavior and in the end was forced to kill the love of his life to save humanity. He is a idiot. and it breaks my heart this is how Jon will be remembered by audiences.  Some people keep on telling me. “Oh, by, I dont think this is how George will write him, I think its going to be much better” But I have to say, I dont think it will. 
I do believe Jon was playing Dany in the beggining of their romance and was manipulating her in order to use her dragons and armies to save the North, but I also believe that once he finds out she is his family too, he started to became divided between his Targ and Stark familes. He is a family man in the end of the day and he must feel some sort of guilty for his actions towards D@ny. 
I think that George will keep Political Jon hidden between the lines, just like the show did. He may write much betetr and be more obvious, but I dont think it will ever be revealed explicit to the audience. 
Here is what I think George is trying to do with Jon. In one side we have Jon Snow trying his best to save the North and his family and doing wherever its takes to protect them, and doing not some nice things, like manipulating a woman and seducing her in order to save his realm; We also have the Rheagar son, who is in love with Sansa and who had prmoised to protect her no matter waht. 
In the other side we have the Ned Stark son, who wants to keep his vows to D@ny and wants to fulfil his promise to her; wants to do his duty; We also have the family man, who is trying to see the best in this horrible tryant and fighting the idea of becoming a kinslayer. Ned Stark would be horrified to have to kill another Stark.
Thats why I believe Jon was so conflicted about killing D@ny in the end. But in the end, its just too much. Too fucking much. No, I dont want Jon Snow, after so many years, after so much pain and disaster to still be wondering if he must kill a tyrant to save his God damn family and people. FFS, I wanted Jon to kill D@ny like Jaime killed Aerys, with conviction that he was doing the right thing. 
I wished Jon and Dany had been just allies and later becamed enemies. This would be a much better ending for both characters.
HIDDING THE POV’s AND THE CHARACTERS REAL MOTIVATIONS
You know this will happen in the books too and I am already dreading. Basically, does Jon believes D@ny is a terrible ruler and its scared of her?? oh well, I will keep this behind the lines, so that the readers dont catch up that she is the monster of the story; Does Jon has feeling for Sansa, her cousing sister? oh well, I will keep this very hidden and boscure and will make the Jon and D@ny romance seems its the love story of the novels;Does Sansa has real feelings for Jon and its desperately trying to keep him as KITN?? of well, I will also keep Sansa’s feelings and desires hidden and in contrast, I will make her animosity towards D@ny very appparent and imply its because Sansa wants to be a queen herself.
There is no reason Jon Snow would fall for someone as entitled and arrogant as D@enerys, none. George is making a disservice to his hero by pretending he is madly in love with this spoiled brat. This storyline is awful, even if Jon is pretending he is in love with D@ny. 
The only reason he is writting this crap is to hide from the audience how very terrible D@ny is, he is manipulating the reader. If Jon Snow never complains about Daenerys cruel decision to forbid him to ever tell anyone about his real name, than the reader will also never question Daenerys terrible decision. Her terrible behavior is almost forgotten. 
If Sansa doesnt follow Jon’s pleas and tells Tyrion about Jon’s identidy, but keeps to herself the real reason she wants Jon free from D@enerys, than the audience will be mad at Sansa, for 
Second of, I am tired of the show playing with this Dark Sansa character and now I believe this is how the books will do it too. They will hide Sansa’s real motivations (like love for Jon and her family) and make more salient for the reader the false motives, like her hunger for power.
If you ask a tv  viewer, Sansa got everything she wanted, because her feelings for Jon were almost hidden to the audience, but her desire for an independent North were made very salient. Why not write a line where she says she doesnt want to be queen, that she wants Jon Snow safe and protect in Winterfell and that she wants him to continue as KITN? Well, because they want this storyline to be implicit and this is just too frustratin for me.
AS YOU SEE....
By the end of the day, I am disspaointed in George, not really the TV show, which is even more sadder. I think he wrote a very beautiful story, but his ending is taking away all my joy for those characters and this novel. I know he wanted avoid the expected and subvert the expecations, but he is shooting his own story in their foot. And its braking my heart. 
What terrible way to end such fascinating tale...
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lionheartedghost · 5 years
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Bright Lights (9/10)
Brienne Tarth finally gets her acting break when she’s cast as a detective in new crime drama ‘Crowns’. What she doesn’t count on is her producer’s arrogant brother Jaime Lannister being cast as her partner.
Chapter 9: Jaime shows up at Brienne’s door in the pouring rain. It’s the moment of truth.
IX. Moment of Truth
Rain drummed against the roof of Jaime’s car, an incessant, tinny thudding that reverberated through him. It trickled down the windscreen, merging with the drops already clinging to the glass, the world before him turning into a frosted kaleidoscope of streetlight glow. The sky above had long since darkened; it had still been bright when he’d parked in front of his apartment building, but then the clouds had rolled in, and the light had begun to dim, and now the night had settled to a deep grey-blue. 
He could still feel her lips on his. He touched his thumb to them gently; they were still swollen even now, hours after they’d wrapped for the day, hours after he’d left the set. He hadn’t said a word to her after they’d cut. She hadn’t said a word to him either. He’d watched her march off the set with her chin held proudly aloft, and he hadn’t been able to tear his eyes away from her, not even when Tyrion had nudged him in the ribs. 
“That was… that was definitely something,” Tyrion had murmured. Jaime had hummed, shrugged a non-committal reply. 
“We were acting.”
Tyrion had scoffed, patted his brother on the elbow. “Not even you’re that good, dear brother.”
“She doesn’t like me.”
“You think she’d have been that pissed off with you over those pictures if she didn’t like you?”
God, those pictures. They’d been all but forgotten by the rest of the media, all too happy to move onto that picture of him leaving the club the other night with that girl following close behind him - what was her name? Abi? Amy? - but he couldn’t forget it. He didn’t think Brienne would be quick to, either. 
“That doesn’t mean she likes me. That means she doesn’t like feeling used.”
Tyrion had chewed the inside of his lip, nodded resolutely to himself, and patted Jaime’s arm again. “You need to talk to her.”
Jaime finally turned to look at his brother. He gave a resigned sigh and combed his fingers through his hair. “Why?”
“You said you don’t think she likes you,” Tyrion said. He gave a careful smile. “You haven’t even tried to tell me you don’t like her. You’re not even denying it anymore.”
Jaime had made his excuses and ducked off-set, hands thrust into the pockets of his jacket as he headed back to his trailer to change.  
He’d driven back to his apartment not long after. He’d pulled into his parking space, switched off the engine, reached for the car door handle. The metal was cold beneath his fingers. He’d curled his hand around it. 
He’d paused. Pulled his hand back. Shifted in his seat. 
Tyrion would be home soon. Jaime could already imagine the look he’d give him over their kitchen counter, the look of pity for his lovesick brother, the mild disappointment at Jaime’s refusal to do anything about it. But surely it was better than showing up at her door again, wearing his heart on his sleeve for a woman who’d only ever made it clear how much she hated him, letting her rip his pride to pieces and having to go back to face Tyrion with his tail between his legs. Anything was better than that. Wasn’t it?
You think she’d have been that pissed off with you over those pictures if she didn’t like you? Tyrion had been so certain, but it was misguided, wasn’t it? Even the smartest man he knew could be wrong on occasion. Nobody could fault him for the occasional misstep here and there. Unless he was right, and she did feel something for him, and what she’d said about that night not meaning anything had just been a way to shut him out before he could throw anything back in her face. 
God, it would be so much easier to think logically, to come to a rational decision, if he could only find a way to forget what it had felt like to kiss her. 
He hadn’t been able to. He could still feel her hair beneath his fingers, still see the blue of her eyes in his mind, fixed on him with a sincerity that made his chest hurt. He remembered the first night he’d met her, the night Tyrion had thrown that launch party for everyone to celebrate the show being picked up, back before Jaime had even been officially cast. He remembered her standing by the window, silhouetted against the illuminated cityscape before her. Beautiful, he remembered himself saying. The view. Beautiful, isn’t it? The view. God knew the view wasn’t what he’d been talking about. Not really. 
Jaime took a breath. Then, carefully, deliberately, he turned the keys in the ignition. 
*
It was still raining as he drove the familiar roads to her house. The streets were near empty, the sidewalks absent of passersby. The engine rumbled low and steady; the windscreen wipers squeaked against the wet glass; water pooling on the surface of the road hissed underneath his tyres. Jaime heard none of it. The thoughts in his head were loud, but the thrumming of his own heartbeat in his ears was louder. 
Her light was still on. He pulled over, switching off the engine with one determined twist of the key,  and watched the glow from her window begin to blur as the rain fell more heavily. 
Jaime closed his eyes. Come on, Lannister. You’re a grown man. Stop hiding in your car like some high school kid with a crush and knock on her fucking door.
Jaime pushed open his door before he could talk himself out of it. He stepped out into the rain and shut it behind him with a thud, the sound echoing along the empty street. His hair was plastered to his forehead by the time he’d reached her front path. His jeans clung to his legs, and his shirt, previously a solid blue, was now an abstract painting of dark and light. 
There was a leak in her porch roof. He tried to avoid it as he rapped at her door, once, twice, three times in quick succession. He thrust his hands into his pockets and hunched up his shoulders against the biting weather. A droplet of water found its way down the back of his neck, snaking its way along his spine; Jaime shivered. 
He knocked again barely half a minute later. The door shook in its frame, the jamb rattling as his knuckles made contact with the plastic veneer. 
He took a step back from the door. He could see her through the glass, moving hesitantly towards him, squinting as if she didn’t quite believe it was him. She pulled open the door, one hand resting on the handle as she took in the sight of him, head canted to the left. 
Jaime gave her a pleasant smile, something more akin to neighbours running into one another at the grocery store than a coworker showing up soaked to the bone on their scene partner’s doorstep late at night. God, maybe this was a mistake. No, he’d come too far to turn back now.
“Jaime? Are… are you okay?” 
“Do you like me?” Never mind acting like a high school kid; he sounded like an actual child, passing notes in class with hand-scrawled tick boxes. ‘Do you like me? Check yes or no.’ But somehow, watching the way her face changed, the way the suspicion in her eyes became something softer, something more uncertain, any feelings of self-consciousness dissipated. He didn’t care if it made him look like an idiot, not anymore. Not if it got him a straight answer.
Brienne looked out into the night. For a moment, she considered the rain, yet to show any sign of stopping. She chewed the inside of her cheek. “Come in before you get sick.”
Jaime followed her inside. He watched her close the door, running his hand absently through his damp hair. “Is that a yes or a no?”
“What is this? What are you doing here?” The words weren’t as sharp as he’d anticipated. She was hesitant, pleading almost. There was nothing bitter in her expression; there was only something wary, guarded. 
“Do you like me?” he repeated. He shivered, but somehow he didn’t think it was from the cold. “Because I…” He shook his head. 
“Because you what?” She prompted. She took a step towards him, then another. 
Jaime gave a humourless laugh. “Because I haven’t been able to get you out of my bloody mind for weeks.”
Brienne paused mid-breath. 
“I promise you,” Jaime moved towards her then, barely an arm’s length away from her, “I had nothing to do with those pictures. I had no idea.”
Brienne swallowed, clenching her jaw. “What about that girl? The one from the cover photo?”
“I went to that club to distract myself from you. I left that girl behind because I couldn’t not think about you. She gave up on following me when I wouldn’t stop and talk to her.”
Brienne opened her mouth to speak, but no words came. She stopped. He could practically see her mind whirring. She met his eyes and tried again. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why didn’t you want that other girl? Why can’t you stop thinking about me? You hated me when we first met.”
“Brienne,” Jaime furrowed his brow. “You’re the only person who looks at me and sees me. You’ve never treated me any different to how you’d treat anyone else. I never hated you, but God, I was infuriated at how easily you could mess with my feelings. And honestly," his lips quirked into a small smile, “I’m never going to meet someone with more incredible eyes than you.”
Brienne’s cheeks reddened.
“It’s you,” he said. "It’s always been you.”
Brienne closed the space between them before he had the chance to do it himself. Her lips were on his and her fingers were curled into his still-damp hair, and he clutched at the back of her neck, brushing his thumb against her skin. She broke away suddenly.
“After that night,” she said, breathless, “you said it didn’t mean anything.”
“Because you wanted to forget about it.”
“I didn’t. I thought you would. I was saving you from any need you might feel to be chivalrous.”
“Saying it didn’t mean anything was me being chivalrous.”
Brienne gave a huff of laughter before finding his lips again. The hand not in his hair tugged at the back of his jacket. He shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor at his feet. 
“Aren’t you worried about the leather creasing?” She teased. He scoffed, kicking the jacket further away from him.
“I’m too busy to care about it right now.” 
He wasn’t sure who lost their shirt first, him or her, but somehow both were pooled on her living room carpet, his boots kicked off beside them. He forced his hands away from her face to fumble with the buckle of his belt. 
“Wait.” Brienne caught his wrist. She glanced down the hallway towards her bedroom, then looked to him. “Do you want to-”
He smirked. “I’ll let you lead the way, Ms. Tarth.”
She interlaced her fingers with his. He followed her along the hall, stopping to let her throw open the door to the bedroom. He paused in the doorway.
“You’re sure?” He asked. 
She nodded. “I’m sure.”
Jaime grinned. With the hand not holding hers, he pushed the bedroom door closed behind them. 
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janiedean · 7 years
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Janie can you talk to me about brienne? You dont think she will truly betray love of her life jaime do you? I cant help but think that would dishonor her and it would be awesome if she has to break an oath for the greater good as he once did. ❤
HELLO ANON PLEASE LET’S GO OVER MY PET THEORIES RE HOW THE BRIENNE/JAIME/LS SITUATION IS GOING DOWN
okay so, let’s remember one fundamental thing first: she was about to get hanged for him. she refused to make the choice stoneheart offered her, which means she already broke an oath she swore her for jaime. and that she was going to die so that she wouldn’t have to kill him.
now, she didn’t, of course, because she’s a nice decent person and she doesn’t want hyle and pod to die with her when they were just along for the ride, and we all know she lied her ass off to jaime to convince him to come alone.
deduction first: she’s indeed bringing him to lady stoneheart, because she wants to save pod and hyle, otherwise she’d be dead already.
other thing that we should take into account when discussing that situation: at the end of adwd, cersei asks kevan where jaime is. the focus is usually on the fact that she’s 100% sure that jaime couldn’t have gone off with brienne rather than go back to her, but what’s more important imo is that kevan says jaime went off with brienne weeks before or at least a considerable amount of time has passed since anyone had news of him. now, I don’t think that if either of them died but especially if brienne had killed jaime or let the brotherhood kill him, the body wouldn’t have been found? especially when they haven’t hidden frey bodies? like let’s be real, they’d have found his head already.
deduction second: whatever goes down with lady stoneheart, doesn’t kill jaime and doesn’t make him go back to his army.
now, what has jaime done when he was fifteen? swore himself to an insane king who he had to kill for the greater good and that was the tombstone over his assumption that knightly ideals/oaths actually mattered anything, since no one asked him why, no one realized that he had saved people’s lives and just labeled him dishonorable (this after he spent two years developing ptsd from the ripe age of fifteen wow), and killing aerys was what pretty much sealed the deal and turned him that bitter at the ripe age of seventeen.
except that then brienne - who’s like, eighteen or nineteen so very close to his kingslayng age in canon - went and kickstarted his knightly instincts again by showing him that True Knights TM Who Still Believe In Oaths exist, and when she comes to get him (lying) in adwd he’s... just, being very rational about all of that, and let’s remember that he managed to get riverrun to surrender without raising arms against the tullys therefore not breaking his oath to catelyn. ops.
now, while brienne kickstarted his knightly instincts, he also gave her a very healthy lesson in ‘the world isn’t black and white and oaths aren’t everything’, which she really needed, and we saw the results in affc - we don’t have her acok povs, but it’s obvious that it’s not the same person who swore fealty to renly and that she can see jaime’s point - and that’s she’s in love with him, but never mind. what brienne hasn’t had, though, is the moment where her vows are actually tested and she has to put them against losing what she loves and/or doing the right thing, which is... what jaime had to do with aerys.
and who is lady stoneheart rn? the person brienne swore herself to and who’s gone utterly insane and is not who she chose to serve anymore, and who’s asking her to choose between her oath and jaime’s life.
also, who loves parallels? grrm. he loves them a lot.
deduction three: brienne brings indeed jaime to lady stoneheart, but then instead of handing him over or killing him herself (which is most probably what they’ll ask her to do) she’s going to kill LS instead therefore LS becomes her aerys, which would come very close to make her lose a lot of force of will/her drive, except that who’s there and has gone through all that process already and has found out he doesn’t indeed have shit for honor? jaime.
now, in between the brotherhood, hyle and pod, someone is going to inform him that brienne would have died for him if other people’s lives weren’t at stake. I don’t think jaime’s been in the position of hearing someone’s willing to die for him lately or at any point in his life tbh. and if something would make you realize that you’re into someone but you haven’t realized it yet, I think hearing that they were willing to die for you might do the trick.
also someone is going to need to make sure she doesn’t feel extra dishonorable for killing LS (or better, putting her out of her misery) and like I really dig the idea that jaime might be there to make sure brienne doesn’t turn into him post-aerys.
given all of the above, I think it’s at least likely that this is what brings them together (I mean, if they ever act on their feelings it’s either here or nowhere, or at least later would be a lot more complicated) and somewhat likely that jaime never went back to his army (and he didn’t want to go back to KL in his last adwd chapter) because he’s off with brienne to look for sansa or something of the kind, but I’m betting money on the two of them plus possibly hyle/pod going to the vale or something of the kind after brienne kills LS aerys-style and jaime gives her some serious pep talk about her having done it not making her dishonorable since according to her he’s not dishonorable for killing aerys, right? right.
tldr: of course she’s not truly betraying the love of her life. and she’s definitely going full circle with the LS/aerys parallel, same as jaime’s gonna go full circle with his newly re-found honor/going back somewhat/as much as possible to the person he was before he went into the kingsguard (spoilers: not a bad one, let’s all remember that he wanted to be arthur dayne and turned out being the smiling knight ACCORDING TO HIS OWN WORDS), which means they’ll have gone through all the necessary character development they needed to move forward with their lives.
which, obviously, according to me means they’re moving on together but of course we shall see on that.
anyway. these were my two cents, thanks for the attention. ;)
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