;;Kingslayer

you can't even spell my name right? my own twin brother?? SHAME.

  its weird to be on a muse that doesnt want to kick...

speaking of hook. we left u a present there

However, its crucial to note that in my belief (and it was supported in the quiz going around for the meme) Jaime is much less any one house. When i took the quiz a second time, I got a close call for Slytherin and Gryffindor with only 3 points making slytherin the winner. And i think it comes to down to choice. The quiz allows you to say both what house you think you belong in and what house you want  to belong in. And the last is something to be known to have an affect on where you’re placed as proven by the sorcerer’s stone. harry is originally going to be placed in slytherin but he chooses gryffindor and the hat puts him there. in one of the books ... i think chamber of secrets??? ... dumbledore even commends harry on what house he chose, stating something along the lines of ‘its our choices that define who we are’ (obviously im paraphrasing here) and i think this ties into jaime very well.

Gryffindor and Slytherin are very close in regards to where he fits. but jaime would choose slytherin. after all, his greatest ambition is following his sister and i believe its that choice that defines jaime more than any other. so in short, while i think jaime necessarily fits both in relatively big ways, i believe its his choice to be in slytherin. So therefore, in my opinion, jaime will always be  slytherin in my mind.

“You cannot expect all of your opponents to wait for you to be ready. You have to be faster, Jaime. Now–“

“Pick up your sword.”

              she watched the snowflakes fall in his GOLDEN HAIR and weight it down until he had to sort it, away from his eyes, and she couldn’t help but giggle as if the SNOW were on his side.   ‘  you’d be a wet and cold LION.  ‘

             ‘  uh huh!   we’ve all WOLVES. we’re just waiting ‘til you get COLD enough that you can’t move, then we’re going to EAT you.  ‘   she grinned a little, gripping at the side of her CART.

             she really couldn’t say exactly why she was being so OPEN and, perhaps even, RUDE to the man. HE WAS A FAMED KNIGHT:   oh, everyone knew about him. she realized she should have been honored, or…   something. but perhaps it was his own dry humor and bluntness that brought out hers. or perhaps it was that he represented all of her SISTER’S SILLY SONGS in one arrogant shiny-plated man. though she realized she hadn’t been quite so truthful and her smile faded, with a small huff. 

              ‘  except for my sister.  ‘   she corrected.   ‘  she thinks you’re HANDSOME.  ‘   —Sansa would KILL HER if she heard, which just made it more worthwhile—   ‘  it’s disgusting.  ‘ 

Her answer surprised him, made his lips curve upwards in an unplanned smile .. and the Lannister was surprised to hear himself chuckle lightly. The she wolf had spirit .. that was damned certain.

“ Wolves eating lions? I don’t think I’ve heard that tale. Sounds like quite the fight.””

The words were light, laced with an edge of amusement that Jaime found he couldn’t hide - that he didn’t want to hide. The last thing he had counted on was entertainment to be found in Winterfell other than that of his sister –– the fact that it was Arya Stark providing it ... Well. The cold must have finally driven him mad.

One eyebrow rose at the mention of her   sister as thoughts cast back for some memory of the girl in question. Ah, yes. Sansa. A fleeting image of a girl half grown with red hair came to mind and the kingslayer smiled, cocking his head to the side as if pondering some great mystery.

“ She thinks I’m handsome? I suppose you’re far too sophisticated for such absurd past times ... “

Brow rose higher at Arya’s last word, lips pursing in a sort of instinctive grimace.

ʟᴀsᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ: Stardust ʟᴀsᴛ sᴏɴɢ ɪ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ: The Winds of Winter ʟᴀsᴛ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪ ʀᴇᴀᴅ: Winter of The World ʟᴀsᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ᴀᴛᴇ: breakfast quesadilla (my girlfriends is a good cook yum yum) ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ: right here. warm inside with the snow outside. ғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴅᴀʏ: Killian Jones/Captain Hook (as I write him at least because ouat is bleh)