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Jonerys Fandom Birthdays

Hi, guys! I wanted to start a calendar that can be viewed/accessed by everyone in the fandom with a complete list of birthdays. Some of you may have seen edits, fics, or art being created and gifted to friends on their birthdays. But what if your friends don’t know your birthday? This calendar (not sure yet exactly what service I’m going to use to generate it) will feature everyone’s birthdays in one place so that everyone can access it and make gifts for their friends :)

If you’re a member of our fandom, please reblog this post with your FIRST NAME AND BIRTH DATE. 

Updates to come after everyone has had some time to respond and I’ve had time to get the calendar created. 

Gwyneth, May 18 (turning 18 next year)

I’m just glad these two self-sacrificial people have each other now. It’s the support system they deserve       

Before vs After Adoption

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Truthfully the most precious thing I have ever had the privilege to repost.

This makes my heart so happy. ❤️❤️❤️

Legit cried😥

Daenerys Targaryen’s braids in Season 7

Best hair Award goes to:

Love😍

For my sanity I choose to believe this is NOT emilia 👀 goodbye and goodnight 😂 😂 😂 I ain’t going down this dark path anymore lmao.

i love them so much 😍 (x)

Fate

“I wished for you,” Jon whispered, eyes caressing her soft features bathed in the glow of the firelight. 

He wondered if she minded the scar in his callous hand whilst his fingers delicately ghosted over her milky flesh. A small smile tugged at his lips when gooseflesh bloomed at the wake of his touch, the answer evident. 

“A thousand men and three dragons,” he recalled in a low, teasing tone, the tip of his nose nuzzling the damp curls that had gathered in the space where her shoulder and neck connected. She smelled of their lovemaking and the perfume she favoured. Gods, he wanted her again. 

Momentarily ignoring the stirring of his blood, he continued, “I found tens of thousands of men and four dragons.”

“Three,” she corrected sadly, the loss still a gaping chasm where a part of her heart used to be. Jon’s arms tightened around her, easing the sadness by a fraction. She had made her choices; if she looked back she was lost. If she thought too much of it, she would resent the very man she had chosen to save. 

“We will avenge him,” Jon vowed, “together,” he reminded, voice strong yet quiet, knowing full well that while she did not blame him, her journey to save a band of stupid men had caused her son’s downfall. That while she had to see all that death and corruption for herself in order to believe, she had done so at great cost. “I promise you,” he breathed, pressing his lips against her temple. She burrowed deeper within his embrace, allowing the steady thumping of his heart to comfort her.

“I can scarcely believe you’re in my arms,” he said, out of the blue, a while later. “A bastard shouldn’t be so lucky.”

She winced at the word, a hand immediately pressing over the heart his squire had stabbed. The heart that had once stopped beating altogether. 

She had already lost him, once, without her knowing. 

A shudder coursed through her at the thought of never having met him, never having gotten to know him.

“I’m here, now,” she told him instead, lovingly, as she sought his lips to reassure him of her physical presence. Of her choice. Of the reality of their joining. Of what could be, when they win the wars to come. 

They were quiet for a moment before she revealed, “I dreamt of you.” Her fingers found a muscled arm and took hold of it, caressing the firm flesh and studying the thick veins that spoke of hard training and great strength.

“Always as a shifting shadow while you made love to me,” she continued, breath as light as a cool breeze and melodious as a siren. Slender fingers mapped a vein that ran from his elbow to just below his wrist. His cock throbbed helplessly under the weight of her supple thigh as a nail scraped his skin feather-lightly. “You were always gentle. Always comely,” she teased, but telling nothing but the truth of that dream.

She moulded her body to his, head settling over his chest to hear his heart beat against her ear, her hand falling to his side, still running fingers over his pale skin.

Eyeing a candle burning by the bedside she smiled serenely and then happily, quietly confided, “But you were only always a shadow… until last night.”

I slowed down, flipped it and reversed it. Bless. 🔥❄️🐲🐺

Quality might not be great, but adds a new perspective on this scene. And how fucking hard he was sucking on her lips. God damn. I’ll keep trying to make this clearer.

Dragonstone sits on a mountain of dragonglass (…) We know that dragonglass can destroy both White Walkers and their army (…) “The Night King’s army grows larger by the day. We can’t defeat them on our own. We don’t have the numbers. Daenerys [Targaryen] has her own army and she has dragonfire” / Jon Snow (7.02)

Reblog if you’re a Jonerys blog/shipper!

I’ll follow you! Come on, spread the love, my jonerys shippers!

I’M HERE MY FRIENDS!!😘

LOVE Y'ALL SO MUCH❤❤

omg i love this fandom so much ♡♥

Okay, so now tell me that this girl is not beautiful! Come on! 😶

Dude, you want to be fed to her dragons? 😂

Such a bae. I really love this cutie.