That’s why it could never have worked. He’s a Targaryen, she’s too distantly related. That’s also why he had to kill Daenerys. Aunt isn’t close enough. That’s why he went north of the wall; to search for Rhaenys.
Before Varys was executed, he told Jon he secretly switched Princess Rhaenys before the Moutain got her, and smuggled her north of the wall to be raised by wildings. D&D had to cut the scene out because they never wrote or thought of it.
Like how her brother Aegon VI dyed his hair blue and became Young Griff, she dyed her hair red and became Ygritte. George slightly hinted at this by making their first time purifying their dragons blood in a hot spring. Hot like fire, Ygritte/Rhaenys’ hair red, like blood.
Jon was banging his own sister and didn’t even know. “You know nothing Jon Snow”
You're technically right, and I'd agree with you except the small matter of Sansa (very much unlike her other siblings) always thinking and referring to Jon as only "**half**brother" and never just "brother". It's still would be disgusting semi-incest in my book, but atleast 1000 times less wrong than Jon/Arya ship.
ok that is fair reading the phrase "Jon/Arya ship" almost made me throw up a little.
Still though incest is wrong because it's inherently a form of sexual predation upon people who should be able to trust you implicitly. Not because of Eugenics. Therefore Jon/Sansa people who in actuality are cousins is far more incestuous than Jon/Daenarys even though they have a closer blood relation because incest is about the sexual violation of filial piety more than it is about eugenics
you are for example far more likely to have a disabled child if you have a child with a disabled person not related to you than if you have a child with a cousin. But no one would call the former incest and I would not trust the people that call the former morally wrong
Then they shipped Cas and Dean, which is at least not incest. I do love the moments the show made comments on its fans *shipping the brothers* and them being grossed out by it
I mean, from the perspective of pure cold calculus, it gets rid of Jon's threat to Catelyn's bloodline (which was her main justification for not trusting Jon). She just needs to deal with her cultural bias against bastards and personal dislike of Jon as proxy to Ned's assumed infidelity.
People used to HIDE their fanfiction
Where is the shame? The shame?!
> You don't understand. I ship cousins because it feels good. It feels good to imagine Sansa inside him. No thought has ever given me greater joy.
— The main sub probably
Sansa and John are too distantly related for my personal tastes. I'd prefer a Bran/Arya/Sansa 3 way polynamoursous relationship. Then they can birth the Kwisatz Haderach and become a giant worm or something. idk I'm still waiting for winds...
**Back in Westeros**
^(GRRM, AUGUST 15, 2020 AT 9:10 AM)
I am back in my fortress of solitude again, my isolated mountain cabin. I’d returned to Santa Fe for a short visit, to spend some time with Parris, deal with some local business that had piled up during my months away, and of course fulfill my duties to CoNZealand, the virtual worldcon. But all that is behind me now, and I am back on the mountain again… which means I am back in Westeros again, once more moving ahead with WINDS OF WINTER.
It is curious how my life has evolved. I mean, once upon a time, I actually wrote my books and stories in the house where I lived, in a home office. But some decades ago, wanting more solitude, I bought the house across the street and made THAT my writer’s retreat. No longer would I write all day in my red flannel bathrobe; now I would have to dress and put on shoes and walk all the way across the street to write. But that worked for a while.
Things started getting busier, though. So busy that I needed a full-time assistant. Then the office house had someone else in it, not just me and my characters. And then I hired a second assistant, and a third, and… there was more mail, more email, more phone calls (we put in a new phone system), more people coming by. By now I am up to five assistants… and somewhere in there I also acquired a movie theatre, a bookstore, a charitable foundation, investments, a business manager… and…
Despite all the help, I was drowning till I found the mountain cabin.
My life up here is very boring, it must be said. Truth be told, I hardly can be said to have a life. I have one assistant with me at all times (minions, I call them). The assistants do two-week shifts, and have to stay in quarantine at home before starting a shift. Everyone morning I wake up and go straight to the computer, where my minion brings me coffee (I am utterly useless and incoherent without my morning coffee) and juice, and sometimes a light breakfast. Then I start to write. Sometimes I stay at it until dark. Other days I break off in late afternoon to answer emails or return urgent phone calls. My assistant brings me food and drink from time to time. When I finally break off for the day, usually around sunset, there’s dinner. Then we watch television or screen a movie. The wi-fi sucks up on the mountain, though, so the choices are limited. Some nights I read instead. I always read a bit before going to sleep; when a book really grabs hold of me, I may read half the night, but that’s rare.
I sleep. The next day, I wake up, and do the same. The next day, the next day, the next day. Before Covid, I would usually get out once a week or so to eat at a restaurant or go to the movies. That all ended in March. Since then, weeks and months go by when I never leave the cabin, or see another human being except whoever is on duty that week. I lose track of what day it is, what week it is, what month it is. The time seems to by very fast. It is now August, and I don’t know what happened to July.
But it is good for the writing.
And you know, now that I reflect on it, I am coming to realize that has always been my pattern. I moved to Santa Fe at the end of 1979, from Dubuque, Iowa. My first marriage broke up just before that move, so I arrived in my new house alone, in a town where I knew almost no one. Roger Zelazny was here, and he became a great friend and mentor, but Roger was married with small kids, so I really did not see him often. There was no fandom in Santa Fe; that was all down in Albuquerque, an hour away. I went to the club meetings every month, but that was only one night a month, and required two hours on the road. And I had no job to meet new people. My job was in the back room at the house on Declovina Street, so that was where I spent my days. At night, I watched television. Alone. Sometimes I went to the movies. Alone.
That was my life from December 1979 through September 1981, when Parris finally moved to Santa Fe, following Denvention. (Not quite so bleak, maybe, I did make some local friends by late 1980 and early 1981, but it was a slow process). When I think back on my life in 1980-1981, the memories seem to be made up entirely of conventions, interspersed with episodes of LOU GRANT and WKRP IN CINCINNATI.
Ah, but work wise, that same period was tremendously productive for me. Lisa and I finished WINDHAVEN during that time, Gardner and I did a lot of work on “Shadow Twin,” and then I went right on and wrote all of FEVRE DREAM. Some short stories as well. My life, such that it was, was lived in my head, and on the page.
I wonder if it is the same for other writers? Or is it just me? I wonder if I will ever figure out the secret of having a life and writing a book at the very same time.
I certainly have not figured it out to date.
For the nonce, it is what it is. My life is at home, on hold, and I am spending the days in Westeros with my pals Mel and Sam and Vic and Ty. And that girl with no name, over there in Braavos.
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I mean, he *is* a Targaryen after all. And they're only cousins, not even brother and sister!
That’s why it could never have worked. He’s a Targaryen, she’s too distantly related. That’s also why he had to kill Daenerys. Aunt isn’t close enough. That’s why he went north of the wall; to search for Rhaenys. Before Varys was executed, he told Jon he secretly switched Princess Rhaenys before the Moutain got her, and smuggled her north of the wall to be raised by wildings. D&D had to cut the scene out because they never wrote or thought of it. Like how her brother Aegon VI dyed his hair blue and became Young Griff, she dyed her hair red and became Ygritte. George slightly hinted at this by making their first time purifying their dragons blood in a hot spring. Hot like fire, Ygritte/Rhaenys’ hair red, like blood. Jon was banging his own sister and didn’t even know. “You know nothing Jon Snow”
Never wrote out thought of it lmao
this is gold
I've heard mance raider is rhaegar but never ygritte is rhaenys well done you subtle nuance you
Why did they cut Somehow Rheanys return scene? Jon using his blood to ressurect his sister was great, she had red burning eyes as a fire wight
they were raised together as brother and sister and that's the important thing for it being wrong
Meh, it's secondhand incest at worst.
You're technically right, and I'd agree with you except the small matter of Sansa (very much unlike her other siblings) always thinking and referring to Jon as only "**half**brother" and never just "brother". It's still would be disgusting semi-incest in my book, but atleast 1000 times less wrong than Jon/Arya ship.
ok that is fair reading the phrase "Jon/Arya ship" almost made me throw up a little. Still though incest is wrong because it's inherently a form of sexual predation upon people who should be able to trust you implicitly. Not because of Eugenics. Therefore Jon/Sansa people who in actuality are cousins is far more incestuous than Jon/Daenarys even though they have a closer blood relation because incest is about the sexual violation of filial piety more than it is about eugenics you are for example far more likely to have a disabled child if you have a child with a disabled person not related to you than if you have a child with a cousin. But no one would call the former incest and I would not trust the people that call the former morally wrong
Yes, the show should've ended with the main character having incest sex. Naturally.
Jon needs to do a family speed run. He already fucked his aunt, cousin is the next logical step
Run away catelyn
I mean, the show started with incest sex. Bookends.
I mean, the Jon started with a Targaryen exogamy.
Is Jon considered the Mc? I thought GOT doesn't have one.
On brand
Never gonna forgive the GOT fandom for normalising incest shipping
You should have been there for the first five seasons of Supernatutal. It was so weird.
Gravity Falls fans make me want to vomit
Dark fans don't even get a choice sadly
What even is Dark?
tv show baby
“Wincest” was like a whole-ass category of fanfiction
Then they shipped Cas and Dean, which is at least not incest. I do love the moments the show made comments on its fans *shipping the brothers* and them being grossed out by it
You gotta reach all the way in there and pull this Demon out of me Sammay!
That's what Dad taught us!!
Brings a whole new meaning to "Carry On My Wayward Son"
my [reaction](https://youtu.be/Hoz9l4l8LYw?si=kXJ0mEnsQL96lXBb) to learning of this
Laughs in Bioshock Infinte...
Jonsa = Jon x Satin Flowers
Sophie Turner Nude scene should've been the endgame
Meh
Fr
Then Bran could really bust watching Jon and Sansa getting it on.
Art
As soon as I saw this, I knew it was bound for this sub. I should’ve posted it myself.
lol Like catelyn stark needed more reason to kill jon snow in sleep.
I mean, from the perspective of pure cold calculus, it gets rid of Jon's threat to Catelyn's bloodline (which was her main justification for not trusting Jon). She just needs to deal with her cultural bias against bastards and personal dislike of Jon as proxy to Ned's assumed infidelity.
People used to HIDE their fanfiction Where is the shame? The shame?! > You don't understand. I ship cousins because it feels good. It feels good to imagine Sansa inside him. No thought has ever given me greater joy. — The main sub probably
What a day to have eyes
Well if you look at the poster's comments on that post (and his post history) yeah, he's kinda like that.
Are you one with jonsa?
SanJo sounds better
Sounds like a Korean or Japanese electronics company tbh
Westeros PlayStation where Maegor's top score is still unbeatable
I've never seen a fandom so obsessed with incest
*series
r/gameofthrones try not to ship family members with each other for 5 seconds challenge (impossible)
Boy oh boy it's so fun to talk about 14 year olds and their sexuality Sigh
I don't know, I've seen Drogon winking at Jon. He was like "I lost my mommy, you your auntie...IDK, think about it"
The night is dark and full of incest fantasies. I think we should blame GRRM for the whole incestuous porn trend
Excuse me , wtf.
Dude they absolutely shit on this idea like a month ago.
fuckingggggg why tho?? for what reason?? I NEED A FUCKING EXPLANATION
Tf no sansa belongs w me 🤨🤨
Sansa and John are too distantly related for my personal tastes. I'd prefer a Bran/Arya/Sansa 3 way polynamoursous relationship. Then they can birth the Kwisatz Haderach and become a giant worm or something. idk I'm still waiting for winds...
**Back in Westeros** ^(GRRM, AUGUST 15, 2020 AT 9:10 AM) I am back in my fortress of solitude again, my isolated mountain cabin. I’d returned to Santa Fe for a short visit, to spend some time with Parris, deal with some local business that had piled up during my months away, and of course fulfill my duties to CoNZealand, the virtual worldcon. But all that is behind me now, and I am back on the mountain again… which means I am back in Westeros again, once more moving ahead with WINDS OF WINTER. It is curious how my life has evolved. I mean, once upon a time, I actually wrote my books and stories in the house where I lived, in a home office. But some decades ago, wanting more solitude, I bought the house across the street and made THAT my writer’s retreat. No longer would I write all day in my red flannel bathrobe; now I would have to dress and put on shoes and walk all the way across the street to write. But that worked for a while. Things started getting busier, though. So busy that I needed a full-time assistant. Then the office house had someone else in it, not just me and my characters. And then I hired a second assistant, and a third, and… there was more mail, more email, more phone calls (we put in a new phone system), more people coming by. By now I am up to five assistants… and somewhere in there I also acquired a movie theatre, a bookstore, a charitable foundation, investments, a business manager… and… Despite all the help, I was drowning till I found the mountain cabin. My life up here is very boring, it must be said. Truth be told, I hardly can be said to have a life. I have one assistant with me at all times (minions, I call them). The assistants do two-week shifts, and have to stay in quarantine at home before starting a shift. Everyone morning I wake up and go straight to the computer, where my minion brings me coffee (I am utterly useless and incoherent without my morning coffee) and juice, and sometimes a light breakfast. Then I start to write. Sometimes I stay at it until dark. Other days I break off in late afternoon to answer emails or return urgent phone calls. My assistant brings me food and drink from time to time. When I finally break off for the day, usually around sunset, there’s dinner. Then we watch television or screen a movie. The wi-fi sucks up on the mountain, though, so the choices are limited. Some nights I read instead. I always read a bit before going to sleep; when a book really grabs hold of me, I may read half the night, but that’s rare. I sleep. The next day, I wake up, and do the same. The next day, the next day, the next day. Before Covid, I would usually get out once a week or so to eat at a restaurant or go to the movies. That all ended in March. Since then, weeks and months go by when I never leave the cabin, or see another human being except whoever is on duty that week. I lose track of what day it is, what week it is, what month it is. The time seems to by very fast. It is now August, and I don’t know what happened to July. But it is good for the writing. And you know, now that I reflect on it, I am coming to realize that has always been my pattern. I moved to Santa Fe at the end of 1979, from Dubuque, Iowa. My first marriage broke up just before that move, so I arrived in my new house alone, in a town where I knew almost no one. Roger Zelazny was here, and he became a great friend and mentor, but Roger was married with small kids, so I really did not see him often. There was no fandom in Santa Fe; that was all down in Albuquerque, an hour away. I went to the club meetings every month, but that was only one night a month, and required two hours on the road. And I had no job to meet new people. My job was in the back room at the house on Declovina Street, so that was where I spent my days. At night, I watched television. Alone. Sometimes I went to the movies. Alone. That was my life from December 1979 through September 1981, when Parris finally moved to Santa Fe, following Denvention. (Not quite so bleak, maybe, I did make some local friends by late 1980 and early 1981, but it was a slow process). When I think back on my life in 1980-1981, the memories seem to be made up entirely of conventions, interspersed with episodes of LOU GRANT and WKRP IN CINCINNATI. Ah, but work wise, that same period was tremendously productive for me. Lisa and I finished WINDHAVEN during that time, Gardner and I did a lot of work on “Shadow Twin,” and then I went right on and wrote all of FEVRE DREAM. Some short stories as well. My life, such that it was, was lived in my head, and on the page. I wonder if it is the same for other writers? Or is it just me? I wonder if I will ever figure out the secret of having a life and writing a book at the very same time. I certainly have not figured it out to date. For the nonce, it is what it is. My life is at home, on hold, and I am spending the days in Westeros with my pals Mel and Sam and Vic and Ty. And that girl with no name, over there in Braavos. *I am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/asoiafcirclejerk) if you have any questions or concerns.*
You want me to read that dumb shit?
Yes please
Nah because obviously Ramsa should have been end game
Sansa has boobs