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Jon couldn’t explain what he was feeling right now. It felt like a mixture of a bunch of different emotions and he wasn’t sure how he was suppose to act. He felt happy, but also extremely sad, confused, hollow, and lost. The only thing that he knew was that he wanted to be here with his child and Ygritte. He wanted nothing more than to be here and involved in their lives again. 

He never wanted to leave Ygritte and he knew that he made a mistake leaving her. Had he known that she was pregnant he would have never left- the one thing that genuinely scared him was having a child that he abandoned... and here he was. He didn’t know about Eljin, which made it almost worse for him. Knowing that the beautiful child looking at him with such adoration for him in his eyes broke his already wounded heart further. 

Jon felt a small half smirk come to his face as he saw Eljin’s face when Ygritte teased him. He desperately wanted to hold Eljin close to him and listen to his stories for hours and hours. He didn’t care if they ended with Ygritte coming to save him- he just wanted to hear everything that Eljin wanted to share with him.  

He looked towards Ygritte when Eljin asked about the sword. He’d of course listen to Ygritte about anything relating to the small boy. He didn’t know how to raise a child- he’d never even held a babe before... it wasn’t that he never wanted to- he just figured no one would marry a bastard or want to have children with him. He felt like a damned fool for leaving Ygritte, he had an immense amount of guilt about the entire thing. 

“I’ll show you tomorrow Eljin- promise.” he said trying to hide the weakness in his voice. 

It had taken a couple hours for Jon to fully grasp that he come back from being dead- but it only took five minutes for him to decide what he was going to do. It had been a blessing in a horrible disguise- but he’d do it again to be right where he was now. The moment he saw Ygritte again his life completely shattered and he was conflicted- but realizing that Eljin was his son- he knew that he would end up with them one way or another. He couldn’t let his son grow up thinking that his father didn’t care or love him.

He smiled a bit as Eljin got in his furs and he watched what he assumed was their bedtime routine. He swallowed hard and tried ignore the stinging in his eyes when Ygritte began to sing. He bit his inner cheek and just remained silent and listened to Ygritte’s voice. He’d never heard her sing before and it made his weak heart pound painfully against his chest. Once she finished he swallowed hard and let his gaze remain on his now sleeping son. 

“I’m glad that they were there.” At least some one was there for her when he so obviously wasn’t. He finally wiped the tears from his cheeks before looking up at her. “I don’t even know where to start...” he said sighing and adjusting to try to try and find some comfort. “What’s he like?” he asked finally. 

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#season six...............................was so soft.

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He nodded in response to her “Aye- I did know that you had a brother. Tormund mentioned it to me once after the fact.” he said a bit sadly. “I didn’t know that your mother could read.” he realized that the relationship they had back then was different. It would never be the same again- but he never denied that he loved her. Even when the Daenerys began to pursue him, he struggled with allowing himself to actually live in that moment with her. 

The relationship with Daenerys had been one out of loneliness and lust. He knew that he never fell in love with her. He was just touch starved and desperately trying to find what he had lost with Ygritte. He looked away from her trying to hide the pained look that came across his face. “You can’t say that you didn’t love me... just because we never said I love you doesn’t mean that you didn’t feel what we had... you said something else to me that meant more anyways.” he said flatly.

He sighed heavily and shook his head- he was frustrated. This was his fault and he knew it but he only left because he knew what was coming. He looked forward and saw camp as well and just shook his head. “The feeling are still there Ygritte- even you can’t deny them... I know you don’t want to hear it but I never stopped loving you... I watched you fuckin’ die Ygritte... You can’t hate me for not knowin’ that you were alive... you hid from me... you know I would have gone crawlin’ back to you beggin’ for you to take me back” he said looking away from her and starting to distance himself from her and then shook his head again. 

“You know... maybe me comin’ here was a bad idea... I should just go...”

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Hey everyone. It’s been a really rough couple of weeks for me. I’m going to try my hardest to reply to everything that I can tonight. 

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kissy sentence starters.

“ is it bad i really want to kiss you right now? ” “ do me a favor, kiss my ass. ” “ they can all just kiss my ass. ” “ i kissed someone today. ” “ i kissed a girl/boy and i liked it. ” “ kissing burns calories you know. ” “ my lips really want to meet yours. ” “ so are we going to kiss or not? ” “ i sent you a bunch of kiss emojis. ” “ don’t talk, just kiss me. ” “ i really enjoyed our kiss last night. ” “ you make me want to kiss you. ” “ you owe me a kiss. ” “ pucker up. ” “ read my lips, no. ” “ your eyes say no but your lips say yes. ” “ i just want to kiss you. ” “ i miss your lips. ” “ give me a kiss. ” “ blow a kiss my way for good luck. ” “ ever kiss in the rain? ” “ ever kiss under water? ” “ it was just a kiss, that’s all. ” “ a kiss doesn’t mean anything. ” “ i love when our lips meet. ” “ where do you want me to kiss you? ” “ i want to either kiss you or kill you right now. ” “ did you really just kiss him/her? ” “ friends aren’t allowed to kiss one another. ” “ kiss me one more time. ” “ want to make out? ” “ you’re a terrible kisser. ” “ teach me how to kiss? ” “ i remember our first kiss. ” “ your lips are calling my name. ” “ let’s just kiss already. ”

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My tumblr decided to unfollow a LOT of people. I’m going to try and find everyone it unfollowed... this should be fun.

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This is so, so important you guys.

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Guys I officially finished college... Five and a half years... One degree and one equivalency degree later. Now I have a test tomorrow and if I pass my days of classes and studying are over.

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Hey friendly reminder that book!Jon Snow is fucking complex as hell

Reminder that he broke a kid’s wrist and offered to break the other one like the sarcastic shit he is but ultimately decided to own up to his privilege and offer to teach other recruits how to fight because the jackass in charge was too busy bullying them

Reminder that he fought off three assailants (just like his mother) who were beating up Sam and actively looked for the bravery in a self-proclaimed coward and was able to look past physical faults and shortcomings to admire who people for who they actually are

Reminder that he makes morally grey decisions for the greater good and distances himself from the political conflict because of a bigger threat yet still loves his family and can recognize the cruelty of the Boltons and the Lannister regime

Reminder that Jon motherfucking Snow loves his direwolf with all his being and fed him a whole-ass roast chicken under the table

Reminder that when Stannis Baratheon, implacable military expert, was planning to take the Dreadfort that Jon deadass said “you won’t” and then changed his mind

And finally a reminder that Jon Snow was killed for his convictions and is going to spend however long living inside the body of his wolf, and that he’s going to come out feral and angry as hell

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kit harington in the death and life of john f. donovan (pt.1)

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Jon furrowed his brows slightly when she brought up the woman. He recalled the conversation they had in the dragon pits before the Long Night, but was confused to why she was bringing it up now. He studied her face for a moment and could see the hesitation and vulnerability hiding in her features. “Aye- I remember... I remember sayin’ that I didn’t think she was the most reliable source of information...” he said softly as she started to move his hand. 

He glanced down for a moment as she trailed his hand down to her stomach. The man finally realized why she brought up the witch again only a moment before she confirmed his suspicion. He looked back into her violet orbs and could feel his heart beginning to race at her explanation. His mind began to race- she should have seen the signs in Winterfell? They’d only slept together one time before arriving in Winterfell... then they never had the time or privacy until after taking Kings Landing- which meant that first time... on the boat. 

Everything was slowly starting to piece together in his head. He could feel the slight swell of her stomach and he’d already noticed her breasts getting fuller. In that moment it also dawned on him that since they started to rule and come to terms with their feelings for one another that she never once had her blood. He let his eyes fall shut for a moment as the weight of what she was telling him started to sink in.

She was pregnant... with his child... he was going to be a father... he slightly gasped a little bit when he felt her soft hands cup his face. He shook his head and let his dark eyes close for a second. “I’m not scared Dany.” He said after hesitating. He moved his other hand to gently cup her cheek and he leaned down to kiss her passionately for just a moment. “I’m down right terrified... I know nothin’ about babies or bein’ a father...” he said in a hushed voice and he let his thumb gently run over the small swell of her stomach as his features softened and he smiled. “...but I’ve also never been more excited for anythin’ in my entire life... I never thought that I’d be a father...” he said in slight disbelief.

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Jon almost couldn’t remember what it felt like to be fully rested. Ever since he was brought back to life he had been strategizing or fighting in some form of battle. It seemed that the Battle of the Bastards, the Battle Beyond the Wall, The Long Night, and the Battle of Kings Landing were all a continuous sequence of fighting that Jon never really recovered from. Once he was finished with one he never had the time to fully relax or rest before he was planning the next fight.

After all the fighting was over and they had successfully taken Kings Landing, Jon realized that he never thought about what came after. His life had been non stop fighting wars and planning for wars for so many years. It seemed like this was the first time that Jon didn’t have somewhere that he needed to be and that he was actually allowed to choose what to do next.

He decided that he would remain in Kings Landing until things started to calm down and then he would choose where he wanted to go. There was plenty of work to be done in Kings Landing- things that needed to be addressed because of the war and from Cersei’s reign… and with all the work that needed to be done, Jon found his new purpose and when Daenerys asked him to rule by her side as her King he was quick to say yes.

The relationship the pair had was special to Jon. He never expected to fall in love with the Dragon Queen when he first met her. In fact, he actively avoided admitting that he had fallen for her. It wasn’t until Ser Davos commented on how he ‘longingly’ stared at her, that Jon realized that everything his advisors had said was the truth. After he came to terms with how he felt for Daenerys everything else seemed gradually fall into place.

He’d noticed over the weeks that somethings had changed with Daenerys- he’d noticed that her body felt different. Not different in a negative way, but he’d noticed that her breasts seemed more swollen and sensitive to his touch. He didn’t think too much into it because he was still in the bliss of being able to lay together whenever they wanted.

He hummed slightly and paused his kisses when she told him to wait. He allowed her to usher him upwards so that he was hovering over her and looking into her eyes. He moved a hand to gently push some of her blonde hair out of her face “What is it?” he asked softly before leaning down and kissing her lips. “Is everythin’ okay my Queen?” he asked pulling back slightly and giving her room to speak.

“Do you remember what I told you about the woman who could do magic? The witch who told me I would never bare another child again?” Violet eyes searched Jon with a vulnerability the Targaryen reserved only for the most intimate moments with her king. “I’ve always thought my children would be my dragons. That it would never be possible any other way.” 

Daenerys led Jon’s hand to the base of her abdomen. Every inch of her went ablaze as his fingertips brushed against the small swell. “But I know I’m pregnant. I’ve never been so sure of anything, and I should’ve seen the signs earlier. I should’ve seen them in Winterfell but there was so much – ”

Dainty hands cupped the northerner’s face. “And I know this probably scares you because now everything is real. We’ve an entire continent to rule. Perhaps your gods feel we deserve an heir.”

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Jon had been through a lot before he met Daenerys. He had a lot of family struggles and felt like he had to grow up faster than most. He struggled through his life from the moment he left home at seventeen until he started college. It seemed that the moment he met Daenerys and they started to date that things started to really get better for Jon. She was his light whenever his thoughts got cloudy- she was his everything. 

They had been through a lot together. This was just another hurdle that they were going to work through together no matter how much it hurt. They were both hurting right now but Jon knew he would never feel what Daenerys was feeling right now. The situation wasn’t fair for either of them- they were both so in love and wanted to share that love with a child- but the universe had different ideas. 

He glanced up at her face and saw the blush on her cheeks- he knew that she had caught him staring at her but he didn’t care. Even though today had been horrible on both of them but he still admired her beauty. He was still the luckiest man in the world to be able to call her his wife and would always love her- no matter what happened. 

He turned towards her when he heard her mumble something. He smirked a little bit when he saw the blush that lingered on her cheeks. “What was that?” he asked softly as he finished undressing and then went to pour two full glasses of wine. He joined her in the large bath and then handed her a glass before relaxing into the warm water. “I love you Daenerys-” he said looking at her with a soft expression. “You mean the world to me and even though things are hard right now... but we’re going to get through it okay?” he asked taking her free hand with his free hand. “It’s you and me against the world.” 

why did this have to happen to her? why did this have to happen to them? what did she do to deserve such a punishment? she made some mistakes in her life, but that was normal— that was human of her. she went downhill sometimes when she was younger, but since being with jon she always became the best person that she could be, and that was because of happiness. she was so fucking happy that she found the perfect man— the perfect husband. everything about him was just perfect for her.

she could only be so strong. she was hanging in there, but honestly? how long could she do that for? she wasn’t sure because she felt as though she was breaking every passing moment, but she would try and stay as strong as she could for jon. even though on the inside she was screaming, she had plaster a smile on her face, even though it did hurt. she could see his eyes trail over her, and she felt a soft blush cross her cheeks, followed by a kind smile. she loved how he looked at her, it always made her so warm and so fuzzy on the inside. she bit down on her lower lip and felt herself sink into the water, groaning at how the hot water soaked into her skin, but of course she moved so she could give room for jon to come in behind her. she smiled slightly at his words and then slowly nodded, eyes sparkling as she watched him set the two wine glasses down. she moved the water over her arms aimlessly, and saw him pull off his shirt, and just like his had done to her, her eyes trailed over him, and she blushed a soft red. “so handsome…” she muttered under her breath.

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Guys this is for my mum. I would never ask this of someone but if anyone can spare a penny to help towards my mum's surgery i would forever be grateful. If you can't, could you share? It's such a risky surgery. If she don't have this surgery it'll kill her.

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Jon almost couldn’t remember what it felt like to be fully rested. Ever since he was brought back to life he had been strategizing or fighting in some form of battle. It seemed that the Battle of the Bastards, the Battle Beyond the Wall, The Long Night, and the Battle of Kings Landing were all a continuous sequence of fighting that Jon never really recovered from. Once he was finished with one he never had the time to fully relax or rest before he was planning the next fight. 

After all the fighting was over and they had successfully taken Kings Landing, Jon realized that he never thought about what came after. His life had been non stop fighting wars and planning for wars for so many years. It seemed like this was the first time that Jon didn’t have somewhere that he needed to be and that he was actually allowed to choose what to do next. 

He decided that he would remain in Kings Landing until things started to calm down and then he would choose where he wanted to go. There was plenty of work to be done in Kings Landing- things that needed to be addressed because of the war and from Cersei’s reign... and with all the work that needed to be done, Jon found his new purpose and when Daenerys asked him to rule by her side as her King he was quick to say yes.

The relationship the pair had was special to Jon. He never expected to fall in love with the Dragon Queen when he first met her. In fact, he actively avoided admitting that he had fallen for her. It wasn’t until Ser Davos commented on how he ‘longingly’ stared at her, that Jon realized that everything his advisors had said was the truth. After he came to terms with how he felt for Daenerys everything else seemed gradually fall into place. 

He’d noticed over the weeks that somethings had changed with Daenerys- he’d noticed that her body felt different. Not different in a negative way, but he’d noticed that her breasts seemed more swollen and sensitive to his touch. He didn’t think too much into it because he was still in the bliss of being able to lay together whenever they wanted.

He hummed slightly and paused his kisses when she told him to wait. He allowed her to usher him upwards so that he was hovering over her and looking into her eyes. He moved a hand to gently push some of her blonde hair out of her face “What is it?” he asked softly before leaning down and kissing her lips. “Is everythin’ okay my Queen?” he asked pulling back slightly and giving her room to speak. 

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The strange and uncomfortable fatigue that wrecked her body these days began in Winterfell. In those first few weeks, Daenerys had written it off as adjustment to the unsettling cold in the north. Nothing could prepare a girl who had grown up in the sweltering heat of Essosi cities for northern snowfalls. Even the warmth of a fireplace, woolen blankets and the arms of a man she loved couldn’t cure the bouts of cold sweats and nausea that crept into the night.

She wrote the strange symptoms off as stress. A looming battle against an army of undead, mourning loved ones, and preparing to bring down Cersei Lannister could do that to you. Even the unburnt, Queen of the Andals, and mother of dragons felt stress. In fact, Daenerys Targaryen was willing to bet her entire fleet of Unsullied and her dragon combined that she felt more stress than most.

It wasn’t until the dust had settled that Dany finally had an inkling. Cersei had surrendered, been banished from the seven kingdoms and guarded heavily on a secluded shore just east of Dragon’s Bay. Westeros had found its rightful queen – with a Targaryen-blooded king by her side. It wasn’t until she settled into her first few weeks as sovereign that Daenerys had noticed her bleeding had not come. Her appetite had returned now in full force, and her breasts were beginning to swell and tender. 

Things had been so different all those years ago with Drogo. Her body had been famished then; and the fatigue she had carrying Rhaego often came in regular pangs of hunger. 

This baby was healthy and strong and growing. This baby was alive.

The silver-haired queen had been thinking of ways to tell Jon Snow – mulling over just what she should say and when she should say it. Dany had been hoping to break the news over a private dinner when they both had the time but now, as the king lay over her, pressing kisses to her heat and all the way up from her stomach to her tender chest, she lost all patience.

“Wait-” Running fingers through dark curls, Daenerys urged Jon upward. “I want to tell you something.”

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