Major Game of Thrones spoilers ahead. If you haven’t seen the series finale, stop reading.
Over eight seasons of Game of Thrones we’ve been by Jon Snow’s side. We’ve watched him grow from the bastard of Winterfell — lost and unsure of his place in the world — into a new recruit of the Night’s Watch and, eventually, into a sure-footed leader, a noble and honorable man, and a passionate and attentive lover (thanks, Ygritte, and RIP). He even went on to briefly die (and came back to life, NBD), then he became the King in the North for a while there, and of course, a lover again (to his secret aunt, Daenerys Targaryen, whom he killed in the finale).
We will miss so much about getting to watch young Snow on the regular now that the series has ended — even though we are glad he has been reunited with his beloved dire wolf, Ghost, back at the Wall — but what will we miss the most? First: his pout. Has Jon Snow ever smiled? Has this world ever given him a reason to? Luckily, there has never been a pout more versatile than that of Jon Snow. Sometimes those pursed lips accompanied a furrowed brow, sometimes they accompanied a smolder of conflicted desire, the steady glare of certainty, or determined bravery in the face of certain death. Sometimes his trembling pout matched eyes full of tears, like when he held a dying Ygritte in his arms; sometimes, when he was focused on battle, they accompanied a glower. The pout was briefly masked by a beard when Jon was imprisoned after killing his aunt/girlfriend/boss Daenerys, but thankfully it made a return before the series’ end, giving us a final glimpse at that pout we know and love.
But what we’ll miss the most is his hair. That hair. Hair that was as dark as a crow’s feather, as wild and tangled as Westerosi politics. Hair that stayed shiny and lush even against the harsh environmental factors of an ever-coming winter. Was there a better set of locks anywhere in the Seven Kingdoms?
Thank you for eight seasons of beauty, Jon Snow.
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The hair and stare of a man who knows who he is. This is Jon Snow. This is his pout. This is his hair. He's learned to tame his curls, he's learned to... The hair and stare of a man who knows who he is. This is Jon Snow. This is his pout. This is his hair. He's learned to tame his curls, he's learned to pierce your soul with his gaze.
The stare of an uncertain young man. Remember when baby Jon Snow was just beginning to ask, "Who am I?" His gaze was one of quest... The stare of an uncertain young man. Remember when baby Jon Snow was just beginning to ask, "Who am I?" His gaze was one of question, his tidily parted hair still bore the curl of innocent boyhood. What are you reaching for? Is it me? Okay.
The hair of the boy on the brink of manhood. And then, during his first days on the Wall, the boy gave way to a rebellious man, the boyish curls ... The hair of the boy on the brink of manhood. And then, during his first days on the Wall, the boy gave way to a rebellious man, the boyish curls gave way to rebellious, yet attractive waves.
The hair of a man who bravely embraces the rain. The wet look has always been a favorite of brooding mancandy, even in the Seven Kingdoms.
The stare of a man with secrets. Jon Snow, what was it you were hiding in those mysterious coal-black eyes, underneath that snarling mop? Ah yes,... The stare of a man with secrets. Jon Snow, what was it you were hiding in those mysterious coal-black eyes, underneath that snarling mop? Ah yes, it is that you are a fallen crow and have made sex with a woman.
The hair of a heartbroken man. As he cradled dying Ygritte, his one true love, in his arms, Jon Snow no doubt had the best pained stare. The grie... The hair of a heartbroken man. As he cradled dying Ygritte, his one true love, in his arms, Jon Snow no doubt had the best pained stare. The grief in his eyes was topped only by his perfect tendrils, which fell into a sort of mourning curtain so Jon could have one last private moment.
The stare of a mourning man. What burns more intensely, Ygritte's funeral pyre or Jon Snow's gaze?
The hair of a man willing to compromise. Who has better hair? Jon Snow, Tormund Giantsbane, or the horse they share?
The hair of a man who shares grooming tips with his dog. Who has the prettier pelt? Jon Snow or Ghost?
The hair of a man of war. This is how Jon Snow defeated the wildings: with a look that could kill a White Walker and curls so perfect they could ... The hair of a man of war. This is how Jon Snow defeated the wildings: with a look that could kill a White Walker and curls so perfect they could stop an army of free men.
The stare of a man realizing how much better his hair is than most men and beasts. I mean. No contest.
A stare to be shared with a bro. Sam-bro.
A stare reserved for a pal. Sometimes Jon Snow's stares are only for him, sometimes they are only for us; this is the stare he saved for Sam.
Ph...A stare reserved for a pal. Sometimes Jon Snow's stares are only for him, sometimes they are only for us; this is the stare he saved for Sam.
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The hair of a learned man. It's full of knowledge and history.
Photo: HELEN SLOAN
The pout of a man with too many emotions. Winter may come, but Jon Snow's gaze will never be icy. All the feels and all that he feels and thinks ... The pout of a man with too many emotions. Winter may come, but Jon Snow's gaze will never be icy. All the feels and all that he feels and thinks and his pain are contained within those lips.
Photo: HELEN SLOAN
The hair of a man in battle. Let loose the silky strands of war.
Photo: HELEN SLOAN
The gaze of a man who wants to touch. But he can only look, and stare, and pout, and smolder, and gaze, and yearn with his eyes.
Photo: HELEN SL...The gaze of a man who wants to touch. But he can only look, and stare, and pout, and smolder, and gaze, and yearn with his eyes.
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The stares of a man engaged in a stare down. Who will win the Game of Stares? Photo: HELEN SLOAN
The pout of a man who just has so much to learn. He pouts because he knows not what to do. He pouts because he knows not how to lead. He pouts be... The pout of a man who just has so much to learn. He pouts because he knows not what to do. He pouts because he knows not how to lead. He pouts because: He's a hunk.
The side-glance of a man who has killed and can kill again. If looks could kill, we'd all be dead. Photo: HELEN SLOAN
The gaze of a man who was dead and now is not. He's seen some things, and he knows it. Photo: Helen Sloan/HBO
The intensity of a man who has somewhere he needs to be. He's a man on a mission. Photo: Helen Sloan/HBO
The ponytail of a man with a warning. His hair may be pulled back, but we can still see those curls. Photo: Macall B. Polay/courtesy of HBO
The joy of a man with a friend. Brotherhood is one of the only things that will make his pout turn into a smile. Photo: Helen Sloan/HBO
The scream of a man with a zombie dragon to kill. His lucious locks look smouldering in the fire. Photo: Helen Sloan/HBO
The sorrow of a man who is leaving forever. He's taking his feelings back to the Night's Watch. Photo: Helen Sloan/HBO
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