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Jon shrugged. "Girls get the arms but not the swords. Bastards get the swords but not the arms. I did not make the rules, little sister."
Arya gets the arms but not the swords while jon gets the swords but not the arms. That is the rule of the patriarchal society.
But immediately after this jon breaks the rule of patriarchy (one of the many rules he later breaks for arya) and gifts arya a sword. And i think i am certain that arya will also break the rule for jon and give him the arms. Arya would give jon arms of house stark by marrying him.
This is why this quote is very cool and near to my heart.
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It would be so epic to get a moment before a battle where Dany and Jon come riding in on the dragons and below them is Arya, riding Nymeria, surrounded by her superpack.
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Jon will want me, even if no one else does. - Arya, ASoS
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ROMEO + JULIET // JON + ARYA
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ARYA STARK AND THE GODS ❦ BOURNE FOR THE GOD OF DEATH
Thirty different gods stood along the walls, surrounded by their little lights. The Weeping Woman was the favorite of old women, Arya saw; rich men preferred the Lion of Night, poor men the Hooded Wayfarer. Soldiers lit candles to Bakkalon, the Pale Child, sailors to the Moon-Pale Maiden and the Merling King. The Stranger had his shrine as well, though hardly anyone ever came to him. Most of the time only a single candle stood flickering at his feet. The kindly man said it did not matter.
"He has many faces, and many ears to hear."
The Many-Faced God, also known as Him of Many Faces, is a deity worshipped by the Faceless Men, a guild of assassins established in the Free City of Braavos. The tale of the guild's beginnings centers around a figure of unknown origins, the first Faceless Man, who heard the prayers of the slaves to their various gods of death and came to conclude they all prayed to the same god "with a hundred different faces", the Many-Faced God, and that he was "that god's instrument".
This belief came to be reflected in the Guild's temple, which has a large public sanctuary that contains idols of thirty death gods. The religious order refills its pool of black water with a poison, so that drinking from it leads to a painless death. Visiting worshippers light candles to their god, then drink from the fountain using a stone cup, then go lie in one of the alcoves. Others take advantage of special alcoves, called "dreaming couches", which have special candles that bring visions of the past, for a sweet and gentle death.
Followers of Him of Many Faces consider death to be part of the natural order of things and a merciful end to suffering. The guild will agree to kill anyone in the known world, for a price, considering this contract to be a sacrament of their god. The price is always high or dear, but within means of the person if they are willing to make the sacrifice. The cost of their services also depends on the prominence and security of the target.
The High Valyrian words associated with the cult and its assassins are valar morghulis, or "all men must die", and its traditional response, valar dohaeris, or "all men must serve". This philosophy runs deep. Members are made to forsake their identities for the service of the Many-Faced God, and may only assassinate targets they have been hired to kill. They are not allowed to choose who is worthy of the "gift" by themselves.
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I know I talk about it a lot, but it's the heart and home stuff that really gives me pause in regards to how much Jon and Arya mean to one another. It's not just the comparisons between Ygritte and Arya, or Arya constantly being on Jon's mind and vice versa, or even the fact that George intended for the two of them to dream of each other, but that she's called a dark heart and he calls his own heart black.
"You are cruel to come to my hill, cruel. I gorged on grief at Summerhall, I need none of yours. Begone from here, dark heart. Begone!" (Arya VIII, ASoS)
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There is no way I can help her. I put all kin aside when I said my words. If one of my men told me his sister was in peril, I would tell him that was no concern of his. Once a man had said the words his blood was black. Black as a bastard's heart.
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"The heart is all that matters. Do not despair, Lord Snow. Despair is a weapon of the enemy, whose name may not be spoken. Your sister is not lost to you."
"I have no sister." The words were knives. What do you know of my heart, priestess? What do you know of my sister?
Melisandre seemed amused. "What is her name, this little sister that you do not have?"
"Arya." His voice was hoarse. "My half-sister, truly…" (Jon VI, ADwD)
But the dark heart has another significance as well—it's a connector to Rhaegar. Robert said Rhaegar had a black heart and yet the one who made him happy enough to label the tower the tower of joy was Lyanna, who is very much so Arya's precursor.
It's the connections. They are fascinating.
#jonrya#needleheart#asoiaf#but it's also like#why include those?#we as the readers understand through their thoughts and actions that they are close and have always been close#there was no real need to put the heart and home stuff in there#so that's doubly interesting to me#jon snow#arya stark
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"The heart is all that matters. Do not despair, Lord Snow. Despair is a weapon of the enemy, whose name may not be spoken. Your sister is not lost to you."
"I have no sister." The words were knives. What do you know of my heart, priestess? What do you know of my sister?
ARYA STARK VALENTINE'S DAY | Day One | Foreshadowing
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GRRM sometimes throws in these nuggets that highlights the unfairness and irony embedded in the world of ASoIaF with characters like Jon Snow and Joffrey Baratheon.
Jon Snow and Arya Stark, separately as characters and their relationship are, for example, clearly written as foils to Joffrey and Sansa as characters and their relationship with each other. One relationship is deep and unconditional, the other is shallow and superficial.
In Arya I, AGoT, Arya disparages Joffrey and defends Jon while Sansa defends Joffrey by disparaging Jon Snow.
She looked at Arya. “What did you think of Prince Joff, sister? He’s very gallant, don’t you think?”
“Jon says he looks like a girl,” Arya said. Sansa sighed as she stitched. “Poor Jon,” she said. “He gets jealous because he’s a bastard.”
“He’s our brother,” Arya said, much too loudly. Her voice cut through the afternoon quiet of the tower room.
“Our half brother,” Sansa corrected, soft and precise. - Arya, AGoT
In the same chapter, GRRM then drives this point further in for readers with prince Joffrey in the practice yard being ‘truly a little shit’ while the bastard Jon and Arya watch and discuss the unfairness of classism and sexism.
“Why aren’t you down in the yard?” Arya asked him. He gave her a half smile.
“Bastards are not allowed to damage young princes,” he said. “Any bruises they take in the practice yard must come from trueborn swords.” “Oh.” Arya felt abashed. She should have realized. For the second time today, Arya reflected that life was not fair. (---)
“The Lannisters are proud,” Jon observed. “You’d think the royal sigil would be sufficient, but no. He makes his mother’s House equal in honor to the king’s.”
“The woman is important too!” Arya protested. (---)
Jon shrugged. “Girls get the arms but not the swords. Bastards get the swords but not the arms. I did not make the rules, little sister.” - Arya, AGoT
The irony of course being that Joffrey is a bastard and Jon is possibly not one as Rhaegar and Lyanna’s son. Even if Jon is a bastard, the irony is that he is a far better person than the prince despite high society deeming it otherwise. This is then extended to when Robert decides to engage Sansa and Joffrey to get an alliance that was supposed to happen with Lyanna and Robert himself.
We were meant to rule together. If Lyanna had lived, we should have been brothers, bound by blood as well as affection. Well, it is not too late. I have a son. You have a daughter. My Joff and your Sansa shall join our houses, as Lyanna and I might once have done.” - Eddard, AGoT
As we start the story, without knowing anything about these characters, Sansa and Joffrey is presented to the readers as righting a past wrong. Meanwhile Rhaegar’s son Jon Snow has the closest, most loving bond with Arya Stark, who resembles Lyanna and has her personality.
“Needle wouldn’t break,” Arya said defiantly, but her voice betrayed her words.
“It has a name, does it?” Her father sighed. “Ah, Arya. You have a wildness in you, child. ‘The wolf blood,’ my father used to call it. Lyanna had a touch of it, and my brother Brandon more than a touch. It brought them both to an early grave.”
Arya heard sadness in his voice; he did not often speak of his father, or of the brother and sister who had died before she was born.
“Lyanna might have carried a sword, if my lord father had allowed it. You remind me of her sometimes. You even look like her.”
“Lyanna was beautiful,” Arya said, startled. Everybody said so. It was not a thing that was ever said of Arya.
“She was,” Eddard Stark agreed, “beautiful, and willful, and dead before her time.” He lifted the sword, held it out between them. - Arya, AGoT
These similarities are first mentioned by Ned when he and Arya discuss Needle, the sword that Lyanna’s son Jon secretly gifts her. Ned recollects the painful past with Lyanna and Rhaegar around Needle, a symbol of the bond between Jon and Arya.
We see Jon/Arya and Sansa/Joffrey as foils when Arya’s love for Jon is such that she refuses to betray him even to their father. While Sansa’s love for Joffrey is so great she sides with him against Arya and betrays her father to Cersei.
Lord Eddard Stark sighed. “My nine-year-old daughter is being armed from my own forge, and I know nothing of it. The Hand of the King is expected to rule the Seven Kingdoms, yet it seems I cannot even rule my own household. How is it that you come to own a sword, Arya? Where did you get this?”
Arya chewed her lip and said nothing. She would not betray Jon, not even to their father. - Arya, AGoT
“He prob’ly stole it.”
“I did not!” she shouted. Jon Snow had given her Needle. Maybe she had to let them call her Lumpyhead, but she wasn’t going to let them call Jon a thief. - Arya, ACoK
After they had gone, Sansa went to Prince Joffrey. His eyes were closed in pain, his breath ragged. Sansa knelt beside him. “Joffrey,” she sobbed. “Oh, look what they did, look what they did. My poor prince. Don’t be afraid. I’ll ride to the holdfast and bring help for you.” Tenderly she reached out and brushed back his soft blond hair. - Sansa, AGoT
Arya screwed up her face in a scowl. “Jaime Lannister murdered Jory and Heward and Wyl, and the Hound murdered Mycah. Somebody should have beheaded them.”
“It’s not the same,” Sansa said. “The Hound is Joffrey’s sworn shield. Your butcher’s boy attacked the prince.” - Arya, AGoT
“Littlefinger made the arrangements. We needed Slynt’s gold cloaks. Eddard Stark was plotting with Renly and he’d written to Lord Stannis, offering him the throne. We might have lost all. Even so, it was a close thing. If Sansa hadn’t come to me and told me all her father’s plans . . .”
Tyrion was surprised. “Truly? His own daughter?” Sansa had always seemed such a sweet child, tender and courteous.
“The girl was wet with love. She would have done anything for Joffrey, until he cut off her father’s head and called it mercy. That put an end to that.” -Tyrion, ACoK
“Did you see the boy attack Prince Joffrey?” Lord Beric Dondarrion asked the Hound.
“I heard it from the royal lips. It’s not my place to question princes.” Clegane jerked his hands toward Arya. “This one’s own sister told the same tale when she stood before your precious Robert.” - Arya, ASoS
The same holds true for the way Sansa has a low opinion of characters like Jon and Tyrion by nature of their birth and looks while holding high stock in the knights and high born lords and princes of the songs she loves, like Joffrey because he’s so beautiful and handsome.
Frog-faced Lord Slynt sat at the end of the council table wearing a black velvet doublet and a shiny cloth-of-gold cape, nodding with approval every time the king pronounced a sentence. Sansa stared hard at his ugly face, remembering how he had thrown down her father for Ser Ilyn to behead, wishing she could hurt him, wishing that some hero would throw him down and cut off his head. But a voice inside her whispered, There are no heroes, and she remembered what Lord Petyr had said to her, here in this very hall. “ - Sansa, AGoT
Sansa thinks that there are no heroes since Joffrey, whom she blindly loved because he was a beautiful highborn prince (soon to be king), turned out to be a ‘little shit’. The people she idealized and loved ended up failing and disappointing her. And yet she fails to look beyond those ideals.
It’s Tyrion who strips Janos Slynt of his power and sends him to the Wall for his betrayal of Ned. It’s Jon who executes Slynt for failing to obey orders and exacts revenge for what was done to Ned. And yet Sansa would never consider them heroes because they don’t fit her ideals and standards of what it means to be a hero.
Meanwhile Arya continues to think of Jon as a mentor and protector who would want her even if her own mother and brother refuse to pay a ransom for her. Her faith in him is steadfast, no matter what.
Alone, she slid through the shadow of the Tower of Ghosts. She walked fast, to keep ahead of her fear, and it felt as though Syrio Forel walked beside her, and Yoren, and Jaqen H’ghar, and Jon Snow. - Arya, ACoK
When at last she slept, she dreamed of home. The kingsroad wound its way past Winterfell on its way to the Wall, and Yoren had promised he’d leave her there with no one any wiser about who she’d been. She yearned to see her mother again, and Robb and Bran and Rickon . . . but it was Jon Snow she thought of most. She wished somehow they could come to the Wall before Winterfell, so Jon might muss up her hair and call her “little sister.” She’d tell him, “I missed you,” and he’d say it too at the very same moment, the way they always used to say things together. She would have liked that. She would have liked that better than anything. - Jon, ACoK
“He’s with the Night’s Watch on the Wall.” Maybe I should go to the Wall instead of Riverrun. Jon wouldn’t care who I killed or whether I brushed my hair . . . “Jon looks like me, even though he’s bastard-born. He used to muss my hair and call me ‘little sister.’” Arya missed Jon most of all. Just saying his name made her sad - Arya, ASoS
“I know where we could go,” Arya said. She still had one brother left. Jon will want me, even if no one else does. He’ll call me “little sister” and muss my hair. It was a long way, though, and she didn’t think she could get there by herself. She hadn’t even been able to reach Riverrun. “We could go to the Wall.” - Arya, ASoS
Jon/Arya and Joffrey/Sansa act as further foils and the contrast is heightened as we get to ADwD. Sansa becomes the target of Joffrey’s sadistic abuse while she is in KL and Jon Snow breaks his sworn oaths, chooses love over duty and decides to attack the Warden of the North for Arya Stark.
Jon/Arya get the Bael the Bard parallels with Rhaegar/Lyanna as Jon sends ‘Abel the bard’ to steal a Stark Maiden from Winterfell and get her ‘home’ to Jon Snow. This and Jon’s decision to call for war leads to the breaking of 8000 year old oaths of neutrality, mutiny and assassination. In contrast the Stark/Baratheon marriage and alliance never ends up happening, ever. It failed with Lyanna and Robert. It fails with Sansa and Joffrey. While Rhaegar and Lyanna’s son thrives and rises to be Lord Commander of the NW.
Arya looking beyond mere looks and birth, fosters a relationship with Jon Snow and she is rewarded with a love, admiration and loyalty that leads to the Lord Commander of the NW sending two Kings to help her and breaking his sworn oaths. It’s clear that GRRM intended for Jon/Arya to be a stark contrast and a clear foil to Joffrey/Sansa, as a more pure love based on understanding each other for who they are as people, rather on looks and titles.
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jon & arya parallels (1/?)
the many-faced god can have the rest, she thought, but he can't have this. // "i think we had best change the plan," jon snow said.
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When Arya thinks of Jon, my heart flutters 🥰😍
"I did not!" she shouted. Jon Snow had given her Needle. Maybe she had to let them call her Lumpyhead, but she wasn't going to let them call Jon a thief.
When at last she slept, she dreamed of home. The kingsroad wound its way past Winterfell on its way to the Wall, and Yoren had promised he'd leave her there with no one any wiser about who she'd been. She yearned to see her mother again, and Robb and Bran and Rickon...but it was Jon Snow she thought of most. She wished somehow they could come to the Wall before Winterfell, so Jon might muss up her hair and call her "little sister." She'd tell him, "I missed you," and he'd say it too at the very same moment, the way they always used to say things together. She would have liked that. She would have liked that better than anything.
- Arya I, ACoK
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Jonrya twitter trend
ORIGINAL ART: "Veil" by (@ _k0tterl_)
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needleheart winter → brides and marriage
she wondered if he would still call her "little sister." i’m not so little anymore. he’d have to call me something else.
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he thought of arya, her hair as tangled as a bird's nest. i made him a warm cloak from the skins of the six whores who came with him to winterfell … i want my bride back … i want my bride back … i want my bride back …
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Needle was Jon Snow's smile.
The memory of her laughter warmed him on the long ride north.
He wanted to believe it would be Arya. He wanted to see her face again, to smile at her and muss her hair, to tell her she was safe.
Jon will want me, even if no one else does
Catherine of Alexandria - Caravaggio// Separation - William Stanley Marvin // AFFC - Arya II // AGOT - Jon III // Calling a Wolf a Wolf - Kaveh Akbar // Photography by Nicholas Javed // ADWD - Jon IX // Gallant - V.E Schwab // ASOS - Arya XII // I get so jealous of euthanized dogs - June Gehringer // Letters from Medea - Salma Deera // ADWD - Jon XIII
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After years of living on the run under assumed identities and burying her past deep down where it couldn't be weaponized against her or her loved ones, her own name has grown near foreign to her. On the bright side, seeing as the press can't keep the name Princess Arya Stark out of their fucking mouths and off their fucking cover pages, the novelty will probably wear off in no time, she's sure.
A SONG OF INTERVIEWS AND FAKE NEWS: ARYA'S RETURN
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The racing clop of his horse's hooves matches the thundering of his heart as he urges past his betrothed. He steers his stallion to pause before the Stark booth, raises his lance into the thunderous rounds of applause and cheers, and angles the tip of its end to rest the crown of winter roses at her sister's lap. A hush of a gasp falls over the crowd as soon as they realise what he had done, the sudden silent outrage hitting him in waves. But he can barely care about any of it. He takes more interest in the valiant girl before him, brave and clever and unflinchingly honest. A noble so unlike the others, so unlike her sister.
In her silence, Arya takes the crown in her slender grip, the blunted thorns nibbling at her fingertips. He studies her, observing every rise and fall of her chest as she struggles to maintain an even breath, her sweet rose-pink lips as she catches the bottom half between her teeth, the tumble of wild brown hair kissing her cheek, the way her silvery eyes are blown wide and dark...
She is lovely.
Had he ever seen such a lovely sight?
As he blinks, a blur of elegance catches his eye. Black and red and a bejewelled rush of a three-headed dragon fills his peripheral vision; he can feel his father's silent rage radiate. Dismay glazes his indigo stare, and his lips quiver, but Aemon only meets his eyes with an unbending calmness, ignoring the sting from the sweat pouring from his brow.
What is a son, if not a mirror of his father?
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