#george/jon

[mkaugust]

Hi hi!! Kisses ask game #13 for the knights or (fictional) hockey players of your choice, if you’re interested

I'll be toasting at midnight to a year of new forms of brainrot and all the continued brainrot to come <3

Knights, as you requested. Continued below the cut cause I got wordy. Warnings for lack of editing or I fear it would have been even longer. (Everyone who doesn't know these guys should go read The Song of the Lioness series. Make it your new years resolution lol)

A Toast

“George!” Jon startled as George walked out the door to Alan's empty room. Well, perhaps not Alan’s room anymore. The squire’s room? Jon shook his head, distracted and thoughts swirling with the sounds of the party he had left behind still echoing in his ears. Quieter this time, though no less surprised, he said, “George, you're here.”

“Still haven't fixed your security flaws I see.” 

Jon huffed and straightened his shoulders. “There are no flaws and I can protect myself if there were.”

“Hmm,” George smirked. “I suppose that's why I stayed here rather than keeping an eye on Alanna.”

“She's strong on her own.” 

“Yes. We'll keep reminding ourselves of that, shall we?” George whispered, voice suddenly less sure than before. They both worried for the missing third piece to their set, even if they constantly pretended otherwise.

Jon smiled in reassurance and nodded. “So, how do I happen to find you in my rooms on the eve of the New Year? Shouldn't you be…at a party of your own?”

“I was. I left. As did you.” George spoke as he walked slowly around the room, aimless and yet clearly full of purpose. Jon sat on the edge of his bed and reached to remove his shoes, loosen his tight clothing. 

Their eyes never left each other for long. This dance was becoming familiar.

“I watched you dance.” George whispered, nearly more hum than words. “I watched…I…”

“You…enjoyed it? My…dancing?”

George nodded, once. “Dance with me.”

“What?” Jon frowned, confused. This part of the routine was…new. “We…have no music. No partners.”

George stared down at Jon, motionless, intently serious. “Two men can dance together. Surely they taught you that.” 

“They?”

“Alanna.”

“Ah. I…yes I suppose.” Jon stood at George's beckoning. He hesitated, looking around. “My boots…”

George knelt to remove his own boots quickly, placing them out of the way. “There. Now we're on equal footing. Your excuses are gone. Dance with me.” 

It was a command, but the gentlest one Jon had received in recent memory. How could he resist obeying?

George bent at the waist briefly, a motion like a bow but somehow different, placing himself in the maiden’s position for the dance. Oh, Jon realized, he's done this before. Jon stepped forward and they began to dance as one.

“George…”

“Yes, Jon?” 

The moment was too tender for loud speech, nearly too much for steady thought. Jon stumbled, less elegant dancing on his bedroom floor than in the ballroom. Dancing with a man. Dancing with George.

George steadied him and suddenly they were closer, so much closer, than any dance should have rightfully brought them, hands strong and tight to each other even as words faltered and the music of joint silence prevailed. They danced on.

“I thought of you, you and Alan, at the party. Sometimes I feel as though I've been waiting all night for you.”

“I have waited…my whole life for the both of you.”

Distantly, the cheers of a party reaching its peak echoed through the halls. As the cheers reached them, their dancing halted, though their embrace did not. Foreheads pressed together, Jon blinked his eyes open, unsure when they had closed.

“We should toast. I don't think I have anything for it though.”

“Toast to what?”

“To…the new year, of course. To…to Alanna's adventures and safety. To dancing.” The last was said with a smirk and confidence Jon did not quite feel until George returned it readily.

“To dancing.” George echoed. “Or…to us?”

“Us?”

“A toast, to us three. Dancing here and awaiting the steps of our missing partner, their return to our arms as certain as their place in our hearts. And to us two, keeping space safe and warm in the meantime.”

“A toast indeed.” Jon echoed, awed by George’s words. “And still…nothing to toast with…” Jon looked around his room sadly.

“Here,” George called Jon’s attention back. “Here.” 

George placed a hand, gentle but firm, to Jon cheek and closed the little space between them, pressing their lips together briefly. “A toast,” he said again, pulling back only just enough to speak.

“A toast to us two,” Jon echoed, speaking the words asked George's lips before sealing them together once more. “A toast to us three.”

Further words were unnecessary. Their toasting continued to blur out the distant sounds of revelry and a different sort of New Year's toasting occurring elsewhere in the castle.

[winterprince601]

unfortunately for jon snow, the role of "dead girl haunting the narrative" is already occupied by his mother, father, brother, sister, uncle, grandmother and step mother x2 so he's going to have to be forcibly resurrected :/

[moondostj]

“beautiful, and willful, and dead before her time.” / “he dreamed of her at times, so often that he could almost see her face. in his dreams, she was beautiful, and highborn, and her eyes were kind.” / “you saw her beauty, but not the iron underneath.” / “the slim, sad girl who wore a crown of pale blue roses and a white gown spattered with gore.”

— george r.r martin

[meerabanerjee]

The Prince that was Promised

[georgescitadel]

Interviewer: What inspired the Starks? The Stark family in A Game of Thrones was just marvelous!

George: Well, that's a difficult question to answer. I think, partially, I wanted to do a book about a family. I’ve written a lot of novels and I realize that for the most part, the heroes of those novels, the protagonists, are always loners. They're young people who are unattached, or they are older people who have never made attachments. Abner Marsh from Fevre Dream, is a loner, Dirk t'Larien, in Dying of the Light, is a loner. So I thought it would be interesting to tackle a family unit for once.

- George R.R. Martin, Elder Gods' Rave #14 Interview (1999)

[la-pheacienne]

George Martin, 2013: "In a very basic level winter is coming for all of us. I think that’s one of the things that art is concerned with: the awareness of our own mortality. “Valar morghulis” – “All men must die”. That shadow lies over our world and will until medical science gives us all immortality… but I don’t think it makes it necessarily a pessimistic world. Not any more pessimistic than the real world we live in. We’re here for a short time and we should be conscious of our own mortality, but the important thing is that love, compassion and empathy with other human beings is still possible. Laughter is still possible! Even laughter in the face of death… The struggle to make the world a better place… We have things like war, murder and rape… horrible things that still exist, but we don’t have to accept them, we can fight the good fight. The fight to eliminate those things.There is darkness in the world, but I don’t think we necessarily need to give way to despair. One of the great things that Tolkien says in Lord of The Rings is “despair is the ultimate crime”. That’s the ultimate failing of Denethor, the Steward of Gondor, that he despairs of ever being able to defeat Sauron. We should not despair. We should not go gentle into that good night".

JRR Tolkien, 1962 : "One reviewer once said, this is a jolly jolly book, all the right boys come home [...]- this isn't true of course, he can't have read the story. [...] Human stories are practically always about one thing, really, aren't they? Death. The inevitability of death. . . . . . (He quotes Simone de Beauvoir) 'There is no such thing as a natural death. Nothing that ever happens to man is natural, since his presence calls the whole world into question. All men must die, but for every man his death is an accident, and even if he knows it he would sense to it an unjustifiable violation.' Well, you may agree with the words or not, but those are the key spring of The Lord Of The Rings".

"Lotr is all rainbows and unicorns and Asoiaf is nihilistic and grimdark". Wrong, and wrong. In all its hope and radiance, lotr often gets very dark, and despite all the death and suffering, the hopeful moments in asoiaf shine bright. The meeting point of these two is this: having hope while in despair, and even better, refusing to give up because you have to go on despite not having any hope left.

[anyataylordelrey]

it’s actually not okay how jealous i get genuinely.

[babybells123]

No but you don’t understand . I need Jonsa to be a tangled mess of depravity and tenderness. Grief haunting them - the ghosts of their past connecting them in some irrevocable way, because perhaps that’s the only way they know how to bond - initially, at the very least. Estranged but bursting with love but not knowing how to show it because ‘we were never close.’ But Sansa used to teach me courtesy, and Jon used to sneak me lemon cakes when no one was watching. I love you so much but I feel as if you’re a stranger to me and I don’t know how to change that. Do you wish it was arya who walked through those gates or I should have been a better brother to you, I should have ridden north for you. Please just let me hold you in my arms until our hardened hearts soften again. Until something ineffable develops. And to their horror, they realise this raw and fresh and beautiful (damaged) bond that they have created. And then comes the angst. The yearning. The unspoken words. Religious disillusionment. Inadequacy. Shame shame shame. Understanding slowly burning brighter, until they realise how similar they actually are and oh my god , you were there the whole time and I never even realised. But she was radiant and glowed brighter than any star in the sky, how could I not ??? Now give me your hands and I’ll kiss your fingers one by one, I’ll gentle each tip the way you’ve deserved. And I’m here, I see you. I’m not leaving, but gods am I a vile being. Look at how this world has corrupted me.

[xxnymeriatargaryenxx]

oh to be manhandled and pounded roughly by a stark 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[buildoblivion]

sketchy bastard for something later idk

[starkart66414]

All I want is for them to be happy….

[ldy-lilith]

A small sketch of my boy, Jon Snow.

I'm loving the first book and I really would like to have more time to sketch them properly, on digital. But until then, this is what you can have: Small doodles on the bus

[prettydeeryess]

lord please take all of the asoiaf women's suffering, double it and give it to the asoiaf men (except for robb and jon)

[throwawayasoiafaccount]

‘the black bastard of the wall’ moniker is the exact opposite of the ‘white wolf’ moniker and this perfectly highlights the irreconcilable differences between book Jon and show Jon

[georgescitadel]

1st year of George's Citadel - a compilation of quotes from George R.R. Martin

House Targaryen

On the construction of Daenerys and the decision to include dragons in ASOIAF

On Daenerys’ thought process in Lhazarene

On Daenerys’ struggle with rule (1)

On future revelations about the house with the red door

On what led to Robert’s rebellion

On the difference between Daenerys and Aegon’s (I) approach to the throne

On Daenerys subverting gender roles

On the information provided about Rhaegar and Lyanna in ASOIAF

On the “White Saviour” complaints over Daenerys’ storyline

On Daenerys’ future return to Westeros

On Daenerys’ struggle with rule (2)

House Stark

On Sansa’s manipulation at the hands of the Small Council

On Arya and Sansa’s desire to save Ned

On what led Sandor to seek out Sansa during the Battle of Blackwater

On his regret over not further developing Sansa and Arya’s relationships with Catelyn

On what character he’d want to be like

On Ned's inadequacy in King's Landing

House Lannister

On Jaime, Tyrion and loss

On Jaime’s decision to kill Bran

On feeling conflicted over the writing of Tyrion in A Dance With Dragons

On Robert being unsuspicious of the paternity of Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen

On the key event that led Roose to align with the Lannisters

On his intention writing the Lannister POV’s

On similarities between Tywin Lannister and Walter White

House Greyjoy

On the character of Reek

Game Of Thrones

On GOT’s decision to kill off Silver

On GOT’s decision to pair Arya and Tywin up

Miscellaneous

On writing outcasts

On nihilism in ASOIAF

On unfairly hated characters

On the title of A Game Of Thrones

On Epic Fantasy

On his favourite characters in ASOIAF

On the greyest characters in ASOIAF

On unlikable protagonists

On the historical figures that inspired the women of ASOIAF

On father issues in ASOIAF

On the religions in ASOIAF

On creating foils

[asongofstarkandtargaryen]

You can dislike Rhaegar x Lyanna, Sandor x Sansa and Jon x Ygritte or find some of the aspects of these pairings "problematic" but that doesn't mean that Martin agrees with you. It's obvious he meant those three pairings to be romantic ones whether you support them or not.

And this isn't a post to tell you that Martin is always right or that since you like his books you have to agree with all his book opinions ( everyone is allowed to have their own views and disagree even with authors whose work they are fan of).

However, within the asoiaf universe these pairings are meant to be romantic ones, and not some negative cautionary tales So, in my opinion you should all accept that this is the reality within the story ( which once again I have to repeat that you are totally allowed not to personally like it) and stop going projecting the negative feelings you have about these pairings on Martin.