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jonsaforlife -> kittensjonsa

Still luxury cruisin Jonsa fam till the end (too long to add anything else) with a heavy dose of cute cats and kittens to add to your lovely dash of course.

Yours always,

Elle xx

[jonsapositivity]

@jonsaforlife is a quality jonsa blog and a lovely person and they also reblog a lot of pictures of cats which is a wonderful bonus! 😁😁😁

anonymous at @jonsaforlife

[sweetsummersansa-blog]

SO I rewatched 6x09 and 6x10 of GoT, and I just couldn't help myself from making sure that I was 150% not delusional... anyways this is a convo between me, and not one, not two, but three (3!) of my cousins, all who are non show watchers, and whom I’ve never really talked about my obsession with GoT with so they DO NOT have the slightest idea that i’m a Jonsa shipper, and they don’t even know who TF Jon and Sansa are...  and THIS is their reaction...

Yeah they all agreed he did not act like a brother at all, but acts the way a BOYFREIND acts..... 3 ppl in one convo did... so imma just leave this here...

[ladywolfmd]

I'm so petty, I know. But what's stopping me from reblogging something is if the source is the url named as the shipthatmustnotbenamed or even just a hint of it. I feel guilty liking it already.

[sweetsummersansa-blog]

“I mean... Fire is love, fire is passion, fire is sexual ardor and all of these things. Ice is betrayal, ice is revenge, ice is… you know, that kind of cold inhumanity and all that stuff is being played out in the books” -GRRM

I find this particular quote from GRRM interesting...if D@ny is supposedly fire and Jon is supposedly ice, then according to GRRM’s statement, D@ny falling in love with Jon and Jon betraying her could definitely be a part of the Song of Ice and Fire.

I mean, just look at the Jon/D@ny romance. Everything we’ve seen makes their “love” one sided at best. It is obvious D@ny has fallen for Jon, you can see it in the way she looks at him, but he definitely doesn’t seem to be in love with her.

However, I personally don’t believe that Jon is solely ice, and him uniting with D@ny makes a union of Ice and Fire. Jon is the product of the union of Ice and Fire - R+L=J. So I believe he will play with both Ice and Fire. I believe he will be Ice when he betrays D@ny whom is in love with him. I think he will do it by sacrificing her to the Others to defeat/broker a peace with them (actual Fire meeting Ice). I believe he will be fire either by fulfilling his role in the war with the  Others, or by caring for D@ny, but loving Sansa and his family more. I wrote a meta on this endgame theory here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gameofthrones/comments/6ezv00/main_spoilers_crazy_endgame_theory_how_the_war/

I think he will eventually be with Sansa for many reasons. But I don’t think they will have this crazy passionate fiery romance from the start, as GRRM has shown that those kind of romances hardly ever end well. They will build their love stone by stone as Ned/Cat 2.0 (which the show has already begun to set up). And their lives together will be the bittersweet balance of fire and ice. They will love each other and live a long safe life, but it will be partially built on betrayal and horror. The bittersweet ending to the song of Ice and Fire.

Quote source: http://www.adriasnews.com/2012/10/george-r-r-martin-interview.html

[sweetsummersansa-blog]

Here is my first Jonsa fanfic called : Scars. I’ve had this idea in my head for a while now and finally finished writing it after foreeeever! Hope you guys like it! 

Winter was truly here. A snowstorm was raging outside Winterfell’s walls. It was the worst storm the North had seen since winter began… but there would still a many more to come before the arrival of spring.

Sansa thanked the Old Gods of winter that Jon had arrived home before the storm had begun. He had been gone for so long, she would have hated to be parted from him for even longer due to the weather. But he had made it back to Winterfell. Back to her.  Sansa remembered the day Jon returned from Dragonstone at last. She ran straight into his arms and they both instantly locked in a tight embrace. She was so happy.  Finally their family was whole again.

But so much had happened in the months they spent apart from each other. So much had changed. Bran and Arya were back - but Bran wasn’t Bran anymore and Arya was a faceless warrior. Jaime Lannister had come all the way from King’s Landing and pledged his life and sword to the Starks - alongside Brienne. Lord Baelish was dead, courtesy of Arya and herself. Jon had successfully forged an alliance with Daenerys Targaryen… and most shocking of all: Jon was no longer her brother… he was a Targaryen himself, the son of Lyanna Stark and Prince Rhaegar. Jon was now her cousin, and the one true heir to the Iron Throne.

But one thing that had not changed was Jon himself. Finding out he was a Targaryen did not change who he was one bit. He was still her Jon. The person she knew and trusted better than anyone. And Sansa was glad for it.

That evening, as the winter winds beat violently against Winterfell’s walls, Sansa and Jon had taken their dinner together in Sansa’s bedchamber. They had important matters to discuss as King in the North and the Lady of Winterfell. Yet, those matters had been taken care of hours ago, and they were now sitting close together in front of the fire, simply enjoying the pleasure of each other’s company. Sansa had missed Jon’s company very much when he had gone off to meet with the dragon queen. She had never felt more safe or happy as when Jon was around. He was the only one who could get a laugh out of her, or make her smile a true smile. When he was gone, Sansa’s heart ached. But having him beside her now…her heart finally felt whole again.

“I think we might have taken too much wine with us up here, my lady” Jon remarked as he poured them both another glass of Arbor Gold.

“Too much wine? Is there truly such a thing?” Sansa japed. She noticed a smile creep onto Jon’s lips. “Come on, we can finish it! You’re the King win the North Jon, not some green boy!” Sansa teased.

This time Jon gave her a real laugh.

“It would be a shame to waste such a fine wine” he agreed, taking a sip from his glass.

“Perhaps we could play the game of truths and wine to help us finish the flagon faster” Sansa suggested.

“The what?”

“The game of truths and wine! I ask you a question, and you must answer it in full truth. If you are not prepared to answer the question in all honesty, you drink. But if you do give me an answer, I drink. And so on“ Sansa explained.

“Alright. Seems simple enough to me… Where did you learn such a game?" Jon asked curiously.

"In King's Landing, when I was married to Tyrion. He would play it all the time with his hired sword Bronn" she replied, remembering all the times Tyrion stumbled drunkenly into their bedchamber after playing the game, and how he would then collapse into a drunken slumber on their couch.

Sansa began to wonder what questions Bran would have for her if he were to play- he already seemed to know the answer to every question in the world. She wondered what stories Arya would have to tell when giving answers. Yet they were elsewhere for the time being, and Sansa was secretly glad for it. In this moment, Jon was all hers.

"So, would you like to ask the first question, or should I?" Sansa asked.

Jon grinned and bowed his head. "After you, my Lady"

“Stop calling me that! You know how much I hate it!” Sansa pleaded, somewhat amused. “And alright i’ll ask the first question. But you mustn’t lie Jon, I will know if you are lying... you’re a terrible liar" Sansa giggled.

"Alright, I swear I won't lie to you" he replied, chuckling to himself.

Sansa started to think of possibilities for her first question. She had so much she wanted to ask Jon, there was so much she wanted to know about him. Yet, the questions she wanted answers to the most seemed much to personal to ask. 

He is the person I am closest to in this world, she told herself, the person whom I trust more than anyone... surely he would think the same of her...

“Alright, I've got one" Sansa declared, finally deciding on the question she was going to ask first. "What was, truly, the very first thought you had in your mind after Bran told you that you are the son of Rhaegar Targaryen?"

Jon half-laughed at this question.

"I thought every word of it was bullshit" he told her, looking straight into her eyes. "The idea of it... who would have ever thought this would come to be… Me…The son of Rheagar Targareyn” he said in disbelief.  “I mean, my entire life I never who my mother was…and after the truth came out… well it turns out I didn’t even know who my father was either”.

Sansa quietly sipped her wine. A strange expression had spread across Jon’s face… She could’t even begin to fathom how difficult all of this must have been for him to process. A part of her wanted to reach out and hold him in her arms and tell him that whoever his parents were, her love for him remained the same, and that everything would be alright.

“I don’t even know my own name anymore” Jon’s voice sounded both amused and exasperated. “What do I even call myself now? I don’t know… am I still Jon Snow or am I Jon Stark or Jon Targeryen… all three perhaps?”

“Well that’s it isn’t it! We’ll just have to call you Jon Snow-Sark-Targaryen!” Sansa japed in an attempt to lift his spirits.

"Aye that's a name!" Jon exclaimed with a laugh - it seems her jape had it’s intended effect. “And you?" He asked smiling. "What was your first thought after you were told of my true parentage?"

Oh no! Sansa’s stomach dropped. My first thought...Oh Jon you don't want to know what my first thought was. The answer was horrifying, she knew. I was happy, because I thought of how it was now possible for you to be mine.

She should take a drink of wine…Drink the wine or lie... Jon would never even know it if she told a lie; she was a much better liar than he was. But thankfully, Jon never gave her the chance to do either because he quickly followed his first question with a second.

"Were you shocked to learn that during all his years of disgrace, the bastard of Winterfell had been the rightful heir to the Iron throne all along?” Jon asked in a japing manner.

“I was shocked to the very bottom of my heart” Sansa replied smiling. “Although I suppose I should have known. You have always ruled as King in the North like you were born to it. After seeing that, I should have come to realize that you had royal blood in your veins"

“I thought it was against the rules to lie in this game” Jon said, taking a sip of his wine.

“I’m not lying!” Sansa exclaimed “You make a great King Jon, I wish you would believe me! And believe in yourself!”

“Thank you Sansa” Jon said, flashing her a small smile. “Who knows… Maybe, if by some miracle I manage to live through the long night, I could claim my new birthright and rule in King’s Landing for the rest of my days” It was meant as a sarcastic jape Sansa knew, but Jon seemed to consider that idea for a moment. “I think it would be nice to be warm for once” he continued “…and I no longer have any true rights to Winterfell-“

“You are still a stark to me Jon” Sansa told him, cutting him off. “Winterfell is your home just as much as it is mine" She shifted in her chair so she could be closer to Jon. "And Winterfell would not truly be home without you” she confessed, leaning over to get even closer to him, and staring deep into his eyes.  

Jon stared back at her for a moment, and smiled one of his rare smiles.

In the years she spent away form Winterfell, something inside of her had died. Joffrey, Cersei, Ramsay… they had all helped to kill a part of her, a part she knew she would never get back. She never thought she would feel happy or whole again in her lifetime, not after everything she’s suffered. But being there with Jon somehow made all that awfulness fade away; and the way he was looking at her in that moment… she had never felt more alive…

As they continued playing their game, Sansa began to study Jon’s face; now that it was known that he is not her brother, she let herself indulge in just how handsome his face really was. She took in his smooth skin, his hard jaw line, but most of all she gazed into his eyes. They were soft and warm and kind - the most beautiful eyes Sansa had ever seen. Yet, she could also see sadness behind those eyes, a sadness that came from living through tragedy. We have both experienced far too much suffering in our lives, Sansa thought. She wanted to help Jon through that suffering, as he had helped ease her pain, perhaps in more ways then he would ever know…  

It was now her turn to ask Jon a question.

“Jon..." she began slowly, “Ser Davos told me he heard you screaming in your sleep the other night… I ... if you're not comfortable talking about it I understand…” she didn’t know what she was saying, the words were spilling out of her mouth without sense. “I just want to tell you that I get them too -nightmares- and you can talk to me about them, or about anything else for that matter, if you ever need to"

Jon stared at her quietly. The glow of the fire was illuminating his face; he looked so solemn. For a moment Sansa regretted approaching this topic, she did not want to cause Jon any added pain. She had only wanted to help him ease the trauma she knew anguished him.

“I don’t want to burden you with my sufferings” he told her quietly. “They are not not yours to bear.”

“You can never be a burden to me. It’s not possible. Tell me Jon, What do you dream about?”

She placed a hand on his leg just above his knee as a gesture of support, and smiled a sad little smile. Jon took her hand in his own and smiled back at her. Her heart fluttered at his touch. His hand were incredibly soft for a man’s hands, she noticed.

Finally, Jon took a deep breath and started to speak

“Every night they come…” he began. “But each night they’re different... Sometimes I'm back at Hardhome running from the dead. Sometimes I'm watching Ygritte die again. Sometimes I’m watching Ramsay… never mind”.  Jon quickly dropped his gaze from Sansa's face to the floor. Sansa squeezed his hand, letting him know it was alright for him to go on; letting him know that she was here to help him, no matter how dark his dreams were.

"The one that comes most often though, is the one where my brothers are killing me, back at Castle Black . When that one comes... I can feel the pain of the knives in my body all over again, and then the cold comes and… well I wake up. I wake up, and see the scars the knives left on my body…  sometimes they scare me more then my dreams do. They remind me of what I am… I am half a corpse now” he said swallowing another sip of wine, his voice growing lower. “I don’t belong in this world”.

Sansa could not bear to hear him say that, or let him think that about himself for that matter.

“Yes you do” she told him, giving his hand a tight squeeze. “You belong in this world Jon. You belong in it here, with me” and she tried to make her words sound as earnest as possible. Can you not see how important you are to me?  

But Jon didn’t say anything back. He simply sat silently in his chair, a pained expression etched on his face, running his thumb back and forth across Sansa’s knuckles. Sansa stared into his eyes, searching them desperately for a way to make him stop having these awful thoughts of himself and to help him see himself for what he truly was: someone brave and gentle and strong.

“Jon, do you think I could see them? …the scars?”

Sansa didn’t know how the question came to slip from her mouth. She would never have asked it if it weren’t for the wine, but Jon didn’t seem to be unnerved by her request. Instead, he continued looking at her with a burning intensity that was making her heart race, and softly asked “Are you sure you want to see them? They’re … not very pretty”.

But she didn’t care about that. She did want to see, so she nodded quietly and watched as he stood up and began to remove his jerkin.

The leather doublet fell to the floor along with Jon’s undervest, and all Sansa could do was stare at Jon. Her eyes roamed over his unclothed body and she felt her heart drop to her stomach.

Seven hells, what had they done to him?!  

The sight of what truly rested underneath Jon’s clothes was both beautiful and terrifying.  His muscles were dense and defined; his skin was soft and smooth. But the scars… gods the scars!

There were over half a dozen of them, carved deep into his flesh. They were jagged and rough, the skin surrounding them was puckered and twisted. The half-healed scar tissue stretching over each one was coarse and an angry shade of red. Looking at them all made Sansa tremble.

Oh why were they so cruel to him?!  Was it really necessary for them to stab him so many times?

As Sansa continued to look at the wounds, her heart broke into a million pieces; she could feel herself imagining the pain of every blow. She wanted to weep for Jon and for all the suffering he had endured, but she willed herself to remain strong. Jon was the one who needed to weep and who needed to be comforted. I must be strong for him. Sansa told herself. I must be strong for Jon like he has always been for me.

She lay her palms on his abdomen and felt his muscles jump at her touch.  She ran her hands over his wounds, tracing each scar lightly with her fingertips.

“Oh Jon…” she whispered to herself.

“I probably look like some kind of monster”

“No” she told him pressing a kiss to the scar right above his heart “you don’t”.  But something in his face told her that he didn’t believe her.

She could never see Jon as a monster. She loved him better than anything in this world. How can I make him see that?  She pressed a slow kiss to another one of his scars then moved her lips to kiss another, and suddenly the answer came to her. The idea made Sansa very nervous, but she knew in her heart this was something she wanted to do. Her palms had grown sweaty, so she dried them on the skirt of her dress, and with a deep breath, she rose from her chair and started to pull at the laces on her sleeves. When Jon realized exactly what she was doing, a look of shock mixed with angst spread across his face and he quickly looked away.

“Sansa…” he muttered. But she had just finished wriggling out of the bodice of her dress and was feeling the fabric fall around her waist; Her torso was now completely bare.

“Jon please” she said, as she gently turned his face so he could look at her. “I want you to see me”.  

Holding his breath, Jon slowly moved his eyes over her scar-dotted body, and after letting his gaze linger a moment on her front, Sansa turned around so her back was towards him. Sansa knew by the way Jon was breathing heavily that he was taking in all of her scars, that he was truly seeing every single mark her torturers had left on her. That he was coming to realize just how much she had been forced to suffer.  

“Do you see now? I could never think of you as a monster Jon… I am the same” she said. She spoke the words with a half-laugh, but all she could feel inside was pain.

“Oh Sansa..” Jon murmured, sounding as if he were about to cry. She felt his hand trace one of the longer scars that ran diagonally across the top of her back.

“That one was from the night Ramsey decided to amuse himself with a whip” she told him, almost casually. She heard Jon’s breath grow louder as he moved his hand further down her back, touching a deeper scar at the base of her spine.

“That one was from the first time Ramsay pulled a knife on me” she continued. “He told me I squirmed too much when he was inside me…so he taught me to keep still by holding a knife to my back so the pain of it would keep me from moving around too much” She tried to recount those events as informally as possible, but her voice cracked and she let out a tiny sob at the memory.

“Sansa I am so sorry”  Jon said. “It’s not your fault Jon” she replied, regaining her composure. “I know but…I’m still so sorry”. He then moved even closer to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close, pressing his chest up against her back.  “They will never touch you again” He whispered in her ear. “You are safe here with me”.  

Safe…she hardly knew what that felt like anymore, but the feeling she was feeling in that moment seemed pretty close. So Sansa closed her eyes, and took a moment to enjoy the feeling of being wrapped in Jon’s warmth. “I love you Sansa” Jon murmured, and he began to press kisses along her neck. Her heart began to flutter. Gods his lips are soft, she thought as she let him kiss her pain away. With each kiss Jon gave her, she felt her skin burn under his lips, as if she was being kissed by fire. Her heart was practically melting at his touch.

Finally it all became too much for her to bear and she turned around to face him. She moved her face closer to his and nuzzled his nose with her own. She was starring into his eyes now, her forehead pressed against his, and he was starring right back at her. I could look into these eyes forever, Sansa thought, he truly has the most beautiful eyes. And for a long time both of them just stood there, looking at each other, not moving one inch. Neither one of them could tear their eyes away from the other. It was as if Sansa’s eyes were locked to Jon’s by some strange intense force. They were both breathing quite heavily now, and Sansa felt as if her heart was going to beat right out of her chest. After a long time, Jon lowered his gaze from her eyes to her lips, and spoke.

“Sansa I… am not sure we should be doing this….” he told her, a look of apprehension and doubt spreading across his face. But Sansa reached up to cup his face with her hands, and replied:

“I am”.  

Taking a deep breath Sansa leaned forward and pressed her lips to Jon’s. Whatever reservations he may have had vanished the second their lips met, as he then pulled her closer to him and kissed her back with such passion that Sansa was certain that no kiss ever sung about was quite as fervent as this one.

Their lips crashed into each other over and over again with pure desperation. They barely stopped for air; Sansa grew utterly breathless, but she didn’t care. She could’t get enough of Jon, nor him her. She let herself drown in her desire for him. With each press of his lips, her hunger for Jon grew even larger. She basked in the feeling of his lips on hers. She relished in the taste of him. He tasted of water and salt and snow. Their hands ran up and down each other’s bodies, pulling each other closer, but they couldn’t get any closer. Sansa made sure to memorize everything about these moments. The feeling of Jon’s arms twisting around her. The feeling of his hands in her hair. The feeling of their bodies pressed firmly together as one. She took in every detail of it, and for the first time in the longest time she truly felt happy and loved.

They began to move backwards towards the bed, and suddenly Sansa became struck with nerves. She began to shake all over. When they reached the bed and sat down, Sansa’s anxieties intensified. She knew what Jon wanted now -he wanted her, all of her- but the idea of it made her shake even harder. She wanted to want Jon. She did want Jon…but she was also terrified. Memories of her nights with Ramsay began to cloud her mind. Jon isn’t Ramsay she told herself Jon is Jon and I love him. But she was still shaking, and tears were beginning to well in her eyes.

Jon must have realized what was occurring, because he broke apart from her, his face full of concern, and asked:

“Sansa, what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry…” she replied, with a half-sob “I don’t know why I’m crying”.

“You never have to apologize to me Sansa, never” and he took her in his arms and held her tightly against him. “What is it love?” he asked softly.

“It’s just.. I …” but Sansa was at a loss of words… how could she explain?  She didn’t know if she even wanted to explain… she did not want to breathe life into Ramsay in any sort of way ever again. “It’s …Oh Gods! I try so hard to forget him and live as if it never happened…but I just can’t and I hate it!” Sansa cried quietly. “I feel so dirty when I think of his hands on me…I feel so broken down and damaged inside… and I just hate myself for feeling this way…I hate it so much”

“Sansa look at me” Jon asked, lifting a hand up to caress the side of her face. “You are not dirty, or broken, or damaged” he told her in all seriousness, “you are beautiful, and brave and strong… Gods you are so strong!”

And with those words, Sansa could’t help but smile the tiniest of smiles. Jon smiled back at her and moved his lips up to kiss her forehead. Jon’s lips lingered there for a while, and then he moved them down to kiss the tears on her cheeks,

“We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for” he said, pressing his forehead to hers.

“I”m sorry Jon, I didn’t mean to disappoint you” Sansa said quietly.

“Stop apologizing to me Sans. There is nothing to apologize for. And I could never be disappointed by you, not ever” Jon assured her, an adoring look on his face.

“Come here” he said, laying down on the bed and pulling her in his arms. She rested her head on his chest, and finally, she stopped shaking. Her anxieties began to calm down as Jon soothingly stroking her hair.  “Do you know just how much I love you?” he asked her. “I would do anything in this world for you Sansa. I need you to know that”.  

“I love you too Jon” she told him, and she did. She loved him deeply and truly with all her heart. “Do you think our pain will ever go away?” she asked softly, “do you that we might be able to wake up one day, and live as if none of it ever happened?”

“We might one day…or we might not. I don’t know Sans….“  he answered, taking a deep breath. “All I know is that we’ve lost so much and suffered pain enough for a thousand lifetimes… but if none of that had ever happened, I wouldn’t be here right now, with you. And the way I feel when I’m with you Sansa… it makes bearing the pain of it all worth it”.  

Hearing Jon speak those words brought tears back to Sansa’s eyes. She squeezed Jon tighter, pressed a kiss to his chest, and let him go on.

“…And if my future holds only more death and loss, or if the only thing the gods have planned for me now is to die fighting in the war to come” he continued, “It’ll be alright, because in my life I’ve been lucky enough to know what it means to be loved by you”

Sansa pressed another kiss to his chest.

“Don’t you dare speak of dying Jon Snow-Stark-Targaryen. You will not be leaving me. Not until we live to be one hundred years old… and maybe not even then” she whispered, wrapping her arms even tighter around him. She heard him let out a soft chuckle.

“Alright. I won’t ever be leaving you. I promise”.    

She smiled at his words, but Sansa knew in her heart that could never be possible. She knew that soon duty and honour would call and take her love away. But for now she pushed that all out of her mind and enjoyed being with Jon in this moment; just laying there with him, both of their arms wrapped around each other. And for the rest of the night she lay there with him, cloaked in the warmth of his arms. Entangled in his embrace. Listening to the beat of his heart. Feeling his lips leave light kisses on her face, her hair, her neck. Hearing him murmur soft I love you’s over and over again…

Sansa’s heart had never been more at peace.  

—

When Sansa woke up the next morning, she immediately realized something very strange: she had not had a single nightmare that night.  She raised her head to look at Jon’s face; he was still sleeping peacefully. She smiled and laid her head back down on his chest and listened to the peaceful rhythm of his breath. Something told her he did not have any nightmares that night either.

The scars they both had on their flesh will be engraved in their bodies for the rest of their lives; Sansa knew in her bones. But while they might always have scars on their skins, Sansa also knew that together, she and Jon would help each other heal the scars in their hearts.  

[sweetsummersansa-blog]

BTW I am NOT calling Dany ugly... she is beautiful and legit makes me question my sexuality. 

But tell me this isn't what Jon is thinking!

[ladywolfmd]

Aegon who?

I don’t care what’s show canon. I’m sticking to the Jon’s Targaryen name is “Jaeharys” and maybe even “Aemon” but not Aegon. Because I kinda want “Young Griff” to come out. But anyway, the good thing for Jonsa fans is that, now all the Sansa/Aegon theories in the book can now be canon in the show. (Looking at you Tourney of Ashford Meadow theory).

[sweetsummersansa-blog]

- USA Today

-The Telegraph

-The Washington Post

...

ITS NOT JUST OUR SHIPPING GOGGLES GUYS!

[ladywolfmd]

We might get the Breaking Dawn ‘twist’ of having a heavily hinted incest magic baby (despite i don’t know D doing Daario on the regular) and J and D may well be truly in love, but if there’s one thing this whole season seven hells is telling me, is that after all the angst building and shit storms...

JONSA IS STILL ENDGAME. 

I am more convinced that this is happening even if all of the above will happen next season. It’s all in the subtleties. So I’m totally cool with J & D banging in love and lust and procreating because I know their romance will last the total amount of seconds their love scene lasted onscreen. 

Targcest came. Targbaby will come. Targbowl will end it. 

[ladywolfmd]

The Tourney of Ashford Meadow x Sansa Stark Suitors

Well, with Jon Snow being named Aegon Targaryen, I think we’re done here. 

[ladywolfmd]

Hope.

*spoiler under the cut*

[ladywolfmd]

“...knowing exactly what he wants and what she wants.” 

This. This is what I’m grasping at. It’s not “what they both want” but their wants written separately. 

[ladywolfmd]

[Cue: Where do I begin/To tell the story of how great a love can be?}

[ladywolfmd]

They can have the fucking boat, we’ve got the fucking ship. 

[sweetsummersansa-blog]

So I took a peak at the leaked outline for season 7 and I found this... looks like Jon and Dany have a rousing talk about Sansa... perhaps we might see angry kitten once again? Perhaps Jon puts Dany in her place after she talks smack about his woman?  

Also, in the description for the boatbang, it said that Jon goes to Dany’s cabin and “he knows exactly what he wants and what she wants” ... perhaps this implies that they want different things... (Jon wanting a successful military alliance and Dany wanting some Jon lovin’)

And last thing, the boatbang apparently ends with Bran saying that Jon is heir to the Iron throne... forshadowing a Targbowl right after they “made love” perhaps? 

Maybe i’m wearing my shipping goggles to give myself a little hope lol, but thought i would share