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[sherlokiness]

SPOILER ALERT 🚨🚨🚨DAENERYS WOULD NOT GIVE UP THE THRONE TO HER LOVER AND RIGHTFUL KING-JON SNOW. NOT FOR DUTY NOR FOR LOVE. Words are wind

Say it louder for the people in the back 🔊Her stans thought D*ny would take a back seat if she met a surviving member of her family. I mean she shouldn't have to but she should own it to herself that she wants the Iron Throne for DAENERYS TARGARYEN. It's for herself. Her reaction to Jon's secret proved she was lying to herself. All the self righteousness she used to chase the throne and the atrocities she committed to get to her goal was because she wanted it.

Hi, anon. Thanks for the ask.

Dany's hypocrisy regarding the Iron Throne and Jon was foreshadowed in the case of the rich woman.

A rich woman came, whose husband and sons had died defending the city walls. During the sack she had fled to her brother in fear. When she returned, she found her house had been turned into a brothel. The whores had bedecked themselves in her jewels and clothes. She wanted her house back, and her jewels. "They can keep the clothes," she allowed. Dany granted her the jewels but ruled the house was lost when she abandoned it.

This is a mirror of Dany's situation. If we go by Dany's standard then she has no claim to the Iron Throne anymore. The irony is unfortunately lost on her. George knew what he was doing when he made inadvertently Dany rule against herself.

A boy came, younger than Dany, slight and scarred, dressed up in a frayed grey tokar trailing silver fringe. His voice broke when he told of how two of his father's household slaves had risen up the night the gate broke. One had slain his father, the other his elder brother. Both had raped his mother before killing her as well. The boy had escaped with no more than the scar upon his face, but one of the murderers was still living in his father's house, and the other had joined the queen's soldiers as one of the Mother's Men. He wanted them both hanged.

I am queen over a city built on dust and death. Dany had no choice but to deny him. She had declared a blanket pardon for all crimes committed during the sack. Nor would she punish slaves for rising up against their masters.

It's funny how she hates Robert "the usurper" for the sack of King's Landing but then turns around and do exactly what Robert did. "Robert's sack was totally not okay! That was unfair. But mine is acceptable! That witch Mirri murdered my son!" But if we look at it from Mirri's perspective, wasn't she also a slave who rose up against her Master Dany? If one needs further convincing she will burn King's Landing for not falling at her feet then we have the scenario below.

"Grazdan went to Yunkai to deliver your terms." Ser Jorah got to his feet. "Mero fled, once he realized the Stormcrows had turned. I have men hunting him. He shouldn't escape us long."

"Very well," Dany said. "Sellsword or slave, spare all those who will pledge me their faith. If enough of the Second Sons will join us, keep the company intact."

Daenerys "the breaker of chains" Targaryen straight up said the only slaves worth keeping alive are those who will be loyal to her. They can only be freedmen if they're her freedmen.Deference to the mother of dragons is apparently more important than giving the slaves their freedom.

[benevolentgodloki]

“Date?” (strangefrost and starloki and sherloki if you're up for it) 👀

Stephen Strange

Who asks for it:

[x] Your muse asks mine

[x] My muse asks yours

Type of date:

[ ] Platonic Date

[x] Romantic Date

[x] First Date

[x] Double date with: @araedi & @forevermuses (your Quill :P)

Location for the date:

[x] Movies   • [x] Romantic Comedy (so they can laugh)   • [x] Adventure Movie   • [ ] Animation (Pixar/Disney)   • [x] Horror (maybe)   • [x] Drama   • [ ] Buddy Movie   • [x] Thriller, mystery, anything really

[x] Restaurant   • [x] Expensive/High Class   • [ ] Small and familiar   • [ ] Fast Food

[ ] Nature  • [ ] Beach  • [ ] Park  • [ ] Forest      • [ ] …and having a picnic

[ ] Visiting a Museum

[ ] Visiting an amusement park

[ ] Visiting a haunted location

[x] Staying at home  • [x ] Watching movies  • [ ] Playing Video Games  • [x] Reading

* [x] Magic battling >:)

[x] Kamar-Taj, another planet/dimension, an Avenger's house while supposed to be doing something else

The date might hopefully end with…

[ ] …holding hands

[x] …a kiss

[x] …in bed

[x] …knowing each other better 

[ ] …sleepover between friends 

[ ] …a marriage proposal

[x] neither of them dead, Loki learning more magic? 👀

Should you reblog this?:

[ ] Yes. I want to send you one.

[x] Yes, if you want to and my memory's not crap that you've already done one

[ ] No.

(Rest of muses under the cut ;P)

Peter Quill

Who asks for it:

[x ] Your muse asks mine

[ ] My muse asks yours

Type of date:

[ ] Platonic Date

[x] Romantic Date

[x] First Date

[ ] Double date with: ____ & ____

Location for the date:

[x] Movies   • [ ] Romantic Comedy   • [x] Adventure Movie   • [x] Animation (Pixar/Disney)   • [ ] Horror   • [ ] Drama   • [x] Buddy Movie   • [x] Sci-fi/Fantasy or Thriller, especially if it makes Peter jump so Loki can smirk (and he'll probably jump at times anyway)

[x] Restaurant   • [ ] Expensive/High Class   • [x] Small and familiar (Loki likes expensive but it really doesn't suit Peter XD)   • [x] Fast Food

[x] Nature  • [ ] Beach  • [ ] Park  • [x] Forest      • [ ] …and having a picnic

[ ] Visiting a Museum

[x] Visiting an amusement park

[x] Visiting a haunted location

[x] Staying at home  • [x] Watching movies  • [x] Playing Video Games  • [ ] Reading

[x] Visiting other planets, getting drunk at bars and fooling around in the nightlife

The date might hopefully end with…

[ ] …holding hands

[x] …a kiss

[x] …in bed

[x] …knowing each other better 

[ ] …sleepover between friends 

[ ] …a marriage proposal

[x] Peter still being alive

Sherlock

Who asks for it:

[ ] Your muse asks mine

[x] My muse asks yours

Type of date:

[x] Platonic Date

[x] Romantic Date

[x] First Date

[x] Double date with: John & Mary

Location for the date:

[ ] Movies   • [ ] Romantic Comedy   • [ ] Adventure Movie   • [ ] Animation (Pixar/Disney)   • [ ] Horror   • [ ] Drama   • [ ] Buddy Movie   • [ ] ___ (other options)

[x] Restaurant   • [x] Expensive/High Class   • [x] Small and familiar   • [ ] Fast Food

[x] Nature  • [x] Beach  • [x] Park  • [x] Forest      • [ ] …and having a picnic

[ ] Visiting a Museum

[ ] Visiting an amusement park

[ ] Visiting a haunted location

[x] Staying at home  • [ ] Watching movies  • [ ] Playing Video Games  • [x] Reading

[x] Solving a case, Loki inventing a case for him, going out dancing, fencing, horse riding

The date might hopefully end with…

[x] …holding hands

[x] …a kiss

[x] …in bed

[x] …knowing each other better 

[ ] …sleepover between friends 

[ ] …a marriage proposal

[x] Sherlock changing his mind about romance not being a thing for him

[sansaissteel]

When you get this you have to answer with 5 things u like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)📷📷

1. I'm a glass is half full usually.

2. I try to always message and check on my close friends mental illness is hard and allot of times they just need me to listen.

3. I'm super thrifty and I try to stretch my money

4. Even though I'm thrifty my friends know if I got money they got money

5. It's hard for me to stay depressed for long usually I can start thinking of other things especially when fanfiction gets updated. Or all of our meta theory writers get to work.

@reginarubie @amymel86 @sherlokiness @tubbylita @shieldofrohan and anyone who wants to

[pkg4mumtown]

Rivals

A/N: Sorry this took so damn long! Hope you like it! Thanks for the request @fuck-yeah-i-am-sherloki

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, alcohol, sexual content, Dom!John, female reader

Summary: See photo.

Taglist: @cuttlefishcatfish @beyond-antares @anita-e-taylor @futuristic-imbecile @samanthagraceg @gwenebear @derangedcupcake @cumberbatchbaps @celestiaelisia @lunaticgurly

“$50,000 USD, Luis Alvarez. Wick has also been notified. Get to work.”

I grumbled to myself as I read the text, snapping the phone shut and grabbing my rifle bag. I rushed out of the room I was staying in, at the Continental, and smashed the elevator button repeatedly. The elevator opened, revealing the stoic face of none other than John Wick on his way to the same contract that I was. To be fair, I’m almost certain he got the message first, but the higher ups just loved to create conflict and I loved to carry it out. I enjoyed pissing John off a little too much, absolutely loving the way that his jaw would clench, and cheeks would redden as anger filled his body. I’d spy him in the bar after a contract I stole from him, grasping a glass of bourbon too tightly and tossing it down his throat in frustration.

“Hey there, Johnny Boy,” I mocked him, stepping into the elevator next to him. His face contorted into a snarl at my undermining nickname, busying himself by buttoning his suit jacket and tugging it down until all the wrinkles disappeared. “Luis Alvarez?” I asked as the elevator came to a slow as we approached the lobby.

“Stay out of my way, Y/L/N,” he growled, turning his head slightly toward me as the name fell from my lips.

“Don’t you worry, sweetie, you won’t even know I’m there,” I flashed him a smirk and slid past him as the doors opened.

I made a beeline for my motorcycle, knowing I’d have the speed advantage over John’s Mustang since he would be more likely to get caught in traffic. I strapped my bag tightly against me and sped off, praying that John hadn’t gotten to his car first. As I made my way through downtown, the loud roar of John’s Mustang crept up behind me. I turned my head toward the sound, seeing him approaching fast behind me. I took a hand off the handlebars, flipping him off before weaving in between traffic and leaving him in the dust.

I knew John would run into the building with guns blazing and there was no way I was going to get myself caught in that clusterfuck. I climbed to the roof of a building across from the target’s building, setting up my rifle to face the window of Alvarez’s office. Based on the comparably small amount of the contract, these guys weren’t the brightest and probably didn’t have bullet proof windows either. I watched the scene unfold across the way, the muzzle flashes directing my eye through the windows of the building, telling me exactly where John was the entire time. I watched him disappear around a corner, nearly to the office. I checked back on the office, seeing Alvarez with one guard pointing a gun at the door. I took a breath, releasing it and pulling the trigger. I watched the guard fall to the floor then snapped the scope to Alvarez’s head just as John threw the office door open. I pulled the trigger before John could get a shot off, watching with smug confidence as John’s teeth bared themselves in anger. His eyes followed the hole the bullet created in the glass, landing on my eye as I watched him through the scope. His face was deadly, and my heart dropped for a split second at the murderous rage on his face. I wondered for a moment if I was taking things too far by continually pissing him off for almost every contract. Before I could dwell on it too much, I packed my things up and sent a message to the contract holder.

When I made it back to the Continental, I let out a relieved breath as I didn’t spot John in the lobby. I warily made my way up to my room, still rattled from John’s rage earlier, despite knowing he couldn’t do anything on Continental grounds. I dropped my bag off in my room and sat on the bed briefly, before deciding against my better judgement and heading downstairs to the bar. There was a huge possibility that John would be there, but I would take my chances. Plus, Winston promised that there would be a DJ there tonight, and I didn’t want to miss the sight of drunken assassins dancing and flirting with one another.

I made eye contact with Addy, the bartender, as I approached and waited for her to be done with her current order. The thumping of the music around me was enough to drown out the conversations taking place at the bar. The music was so out of place for the Continental that I wondered if Winston had lost a bet with someone to even allow this.

“What can I get you, Y/N?” Addy asked me as she approached where I stood against the bar top.

“A Cuba Libre, please, Addy.”

She nodded and made the drink quickly, I slid her payment over with one hand while I took a long sip of the drink with another. I barely placed my drink back onto the bar when two hands clamped around my wrists and solid form smashed against my back. I looked down at the hands that trapped me, recognizing them immediately as John’s. I didn’t retaliate, knowing there would be trouble immediately if I did.

“You’re getting on my very last nerve, Y/N,” he snapped over the music, his voice becoming a gravelly rumble.

I wrenched my wrists from his grasp and faced him with my drink in my grasp. I raised my eyebrows at him as I took another sip.

“Aw, what’s the matter, Johnny? What are you gonna do? Punish me?” I laughed mockingly, watching his eyes narrow.

He gritted his teeth, stepping closer until his body was basically flush with mine. I pursed my lips at the action, staring up at him with questioning eyes. My brows knitted together as I felt something hard press against the waistband of my pants. Was he…aroused? I’ll take that as a “yes.” Satisfaction blossomed inside me, knowing that I had gotten under his skin this much and I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to have fun with it.

“I’m gonna go dance, Johnny, you have fun, okay?” I nodded to the cluster of people and gestured around him with my drink.

He didn’t step back or even move his arms out of the way, so I forced my way out, mindful of the drink in my hand. I held his gaze as I slid past him, taking my bottom lip between my teeth in a teasing smirk. I joined the crowd, following the rhythm of the energetic, bass-laden music. Dancing was a loose term to use as many of the couples were grinding against one another or doing just plain weird movements. The crowd was so dense that I elected to stay on the edge, just a few steps from where I left John at the bar to avoid any unnecessary interaction.

White shirt now red, my bloody nose Sleeping, you're on your tippy toes Creeping around like no one knows Think you're so criminal Bruises, on both my knees for you Don't say thank you or please I do what I want when I'm wanting to My soul? So cynical

 The music changed, a low, repetitive bass coming through the speakers, joined by a reverberating female voice. The people around me seemed to love it instantly, making me shrug and continue swaying to the beat. I closed my eyes, feeling the alcohol loosening me up and making me nearly forget about John. I brought my glass back to my lips, frowning when I only tasted water from the melted ice. 

So you're a tough guy Like it really rough guy Just can't get enough guy Chest so puffed guy I'm that bad type Make your mama sad type Make your girlfriend mad tight Might seduce your dad type I'm the bad guy, duh

 I turned quickly back to the bar but ran into John’s towering frame. Had he been behind me this whole time? His fingers plucked the empty glass from my hand and slid a fresh drink in with his usual emotionless expression. He was unreadable as he brought his own drink to his lips, surprisingly not downing the entire thing in one go. 

I'm the bad guy

I sipped the new drink, pleasantly surprised that it was what I had ordered before.

“How can I ever repay you, Johnny?” I rose up on my toes and asked in his ear. The scent of him mixed with sweat and blood from earlier was intoxicating. I had to step back to gather my bearings and get back to my mission of teasing him.

His lips moved like he was about to speak, but I turned around before he could respond. I could still feel his presence just behind me, but not touching me. I swayed my hips to the music as tantalizingly as possible, hoping to get a reaction from him. 

I like it when you take control Even if you know that you don't Own me, I'll let you play the role I'll be your animal My mommy likes to sing along with me But she won't sing this song If she reads all the lyrics She'll pity the men I know

 I peeked at him over my shoulder, seeing his hooded, darkened eyes roaming over the movements of my body. I turned back seeing another patron gravitating toward me, giving me a suggestive raising of his eyebrows. In no time at all, I felt a firm grip dig into my hips, a chest press against my back, and watched the other guy's face pale. John. John didn’t make any movements beyond that, allowing me to move against him while his hand held me in place. I turned, feeling his hand loosen and regrip me as I came to a stop facing him. 

So you're a tough guy Like it really rough guy Just can't get enough guy Chest always so puffed guy I'm that bad type Make your mama sad type Make your girlfriend mad tight Might seduce your dad type I'm the bad guy, duh   I'm the bad guy, duh I'm only good at being bad, bad

 “Let’s go,” he demanded so lowly that I could barely hear him over the music. He downed the last of his drink, grabbed mine from my hand, and stepped away from me. He placed both on the bar top and tipped Addy before leading me away by my elbow.

He pushed me inside the elevator and clicked the button for his floor before backing me up against the wall. His darkened eyes stared down at me with his lips parted, his hips pressing me into the wall. The thumping of the music slowly disappeared as we ascended from the floor, leaving us in a tense silence.

“What are you doing, Johnny?” I murmured, allowing a grin to spread across my face with his lips just a breath away from mine.

“I can’t kill you here,” he responded before his lips were devouring mine, his teeth clashing with mine angrily; without a care.

His fingers dug into my thigh, gripping the flesh and bringing my leg around his waist. His hands roamed under my shirt, sliding up until his fingers skimmed the edge of my bra.

“This your idea of punishing me?” I asked as I caught my breath, leaning my head back against the cool metal wall.

He growled and wrapped his fist in my hair, “I’m going to teach you some respect.”

He led me out of the elevator and into his room, promptly shoving me up against the door as soon as we crossed the threshold. I could taste the remnants of bourbon on his tongue as it dominated my mouth. His hand gripped loosely around the junction of my neck and chest, just enough to hold me in place.

“Take everything off, now,” he said in a husky whisper, letting his hot breath ghost along my cheek. John backed away, undoing his tie as he walked over to the bed.

I shrugged my jacket off, “Aw, you’re not gonna help me?” I asked with a taunting pout.

“Did I stutter?” he glanced my way briefly as he shrugged out of his jacket and shirt.

I tossed my clothes into a heap and took my time walking over to his rigid form. He flared his nostrils impatiently, squaring his shoulders to appear more dominant even though it wasn’t necessary.

“You’ve cost me a lot of money,” he stated, pulling me flush against his heated skin. He brought his mouth to my neck and nipped at the skin harshly so that there would be definite bruising later.

“You do most of the work, you could have asked nicely to split it, big guy,” I teased.

“Or you could stay out of my contracts,” he snarled, sinking his teeth more firmly into my skin.

“Are they really yours if they got sent to me, too?” I laughed softly, earning me another growl.

“Are you trying to anger me more?”

“Will you fuck me harder if I succeed?”

He narrowed his eyes at me, then glanced down to the floor, “Get on your knees.”

I did so slowly, taking the time to nip at his chest and tease a long scar on his stomach with my tongue. His muscles flinched away at the sensation while he let out a short hiss. When I finally knelt in front of him, I teased the crease of his hip with my teeth. I could tell John was through with teasing when his hand twisted into my hair and pulled my head back. I glanced up at him as I felt his hand guide me toward his swollen cock. I was too eager to put up any kind of mock resistance, taking the head in between my lips. He let out a satisfied sigh as I applied generous suction and swirled my tongue around the glands. I clutched his hip with one hand and wrapped my free hand around the rest of his length. I relished his groans of pleasure coupled with the tensing of his stomach and thighs. His hand pushed my head forward, telling me exactly what he wanted. I angled my head and neck slightly, so I could take him in as easily as possible considering the task. His free hand clutched the footboard of the bed to steady himself as he hit the back of my throat repeatedly. He rolled his hips against my mouth in his absence of rational thought, eliciting a moan from my throat and sending vibrations up his length. He cursed breathlessly, his hips continuing off and on, so I would have some kind of break. He grew louder, the rhythm in his arm going sloppy against my head. He let out a strangled growl as his release hit him, causing me to take him in as far as I could as I tasted him on my tongue. I didn’t let up until he was far past done and he forcibly removed my lips from his cock.

John’s chest heaved as he caught his breath and released my head from his grasp. He let himself sit heavily on the edge of the bed while watching me wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Lay on your stomach,” he nodded to his side at the bed.

I stretched my body out over the mattress and looked back at him over my shoulder, “What, no reciprocation?” I admired the way his back muscles moved under tattooed skin as he turned his head over his own shoulder.

He studied me out of the corner of his eye, shaking his head at the question, “You got paid today, I didn’t. Plus, your behavior is undeserving.”

I laughed softly at his words and rested my head on my crossed arms on the bed while I waited for him. I felt the bed dip near my legs and the warmth of his presence washing over the back of my body. His hands slid up the back of my thighs, digging into my hamstrings before grasping onto the thick globes of my ass. His teeth delivered a sharp bite to one side followed by the delicious scrape of his beard up my back. His mouth made contact with my shoulder, while his hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head to the side for better access.

“Ass up,” he ordered while gripping my hip.

“Make me,” I challenged his dominance, keeping my hips firmly in place.

He let out an angry growl at my resistance and brought his hand down to my ass. The smack resounded throughout the room, drowning out our breathing for a split second. I let out a low whimper as the sting dissipated with his hand soothing along the skin.

“Ass up,” he growled.

This time, I listened and lifted my ass in the air so that it ground back against his cock. His groans vibrated against my back as he slid his cock against my wet folds. His large, rough hands hauled my thighs and hips into his lap. He lined himself up with my entrance and slid in without hesitation or warning. I attempted to push myself up onto my hands, but John pressed his chest into my back, increasing the weight I’d have to push up while he set a rhythm. I failed after a couple tries, soon having an arm ripped out from under me and pinned behind my back.

“Stop,” John ordered while thrusting hard against me and filling me completely.

My back arched at the feeling of him stretching me completely. His other hand held me in place by the back of my neck while his hips pounded against me. I sighed into the mattress, my mouth hung open in pleasure at every drag of his cock against my g-spot. My whimpers increased in volume as I felt myself tightening around him, causing him to change his rhythm to deep strokes to savor the tightness. His hand released my neck and brought his fingers to my mouth, which I gladly accepted. I moaned around his fingers, coating them in my saliva before they were ripped from my lips. He wormed his hand around to the front of my hips, so his calloused fingers met my clit. I ground myself against his fingers while he savored the tightness around him and his last few thrusts. I let out high pitched moan as I came around him, clamping impossibly tighter around him. Hips stuttered and stilled against mine as his release washed over him, ripping a gravelly moan from his chest. His sweat-slicked chest met my equally slick back, as he came down from his high.

“I hope you know I’m not going to stop stealing your contracts if this is the outcome after,” I murmured.

“The outcome was supposed to be a bullet in your head,” John responded gruffly.

“But, wasn’t this more satisfying, Johnny?” I asked with a hint of a grin.

“Not yet,” his throat rumbled as he started pushing himself up.

[a-confusedmess]

@misakiusui07 thanks for tagging me

Rules: answer the questions and tag 21 people (or as many as you want)

Nickname: I use Akane nowadays.

Name: It means 'an Earthen lamp'

Zodiac: Aries

Favorite musicians and groups: I have so many...5sos, Green Day, MCR, Astro, Troye Sivan, Prateek Kuhad come to my mind first but there are many more.

Favourite sports team: Real Madrid, Croatian National Football Team, ATK (previously Atletico de Kolkata), Indian WOMEN'S cricket team

Do I get asks?: Yes, sometimes. ( I don't answer most of them😕)

No of blogs I follow: 930

Lucky number: 2 and 3, I guess

What I am wearing: T-shirt and shorts

Dream vacation- Darjeeling, I can never get over the charm of this place or some other hill stations. Historical places are great too.

Dream car- Can I say a racing bicycle?

Favorite food- BIRIYANI

Favourite drink- Water🤣🤣

Instruments- Harmonium (is that acceptable?), a teeny tiny bit of piano

Languages- Bengali, English, Hindi, Odia and words of Japanese

Random fact about me- I am not flustered by real blood but can and will get scared if someone talks about blood or it is shown in video or photo.

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[fanficshiddles]

Screw the tea, One shot

Thank you for the prompts! Hope you like it. I thought they could both go well together, I hope you both don’t mind that I’ve combined them into one. I know it’s rather short, but I thought it was all that was needed. :-)

hiddlesholic submitted:

Hey can you please do a one shot of a woman of color OFC being catcalled on the street and asked “where are you really from?” She got very upset but had no idea how to react. Tom being her boyfriend stepped up and defended her. Thanks so much!!

And

sherloki-watson submitted:

I’m not really sure if this counts as a prompt but i really would like it if you could work this little snippet of a conversation into a oneshot between oc and Tom (if you don’t wanna I’m cool with it and sorry for asking) . Tom: “Teas ready” Oc: “Screw the tea” Tom: “No darling I’ll screw you, after a cup of tea”

Tom and his girlfriend, Jenny, were walking down the street together. They had just been on one of their date nights and were heading back to Tom’s place.

They were both talking animatedly about the film, when they passed by a young group of guys hanging out by a car.

And one of the guys started calling out to Jenny. Being racist towards her, down right vile. Then he finished with ‘where are you really from?’

Jenny was gobsmacked, she had no idea what to say or do. Completely shocked and appalled at what he said. His friends were just sniggering and laughing, nudging him and patting him on the back like he did something amazing.

Tom was furious. His nostrils flared as he stormed over to the guy, towering over him.

‘How dare you, you pathetic excuse for a man.’ Tom was so angry, he grabbed the guys collar tightly so he couldn’t leave. ‘You and your wretched friends have nothing better to do than hang around on the streets insulting beautiful women, who you know are completely out of your league.’

‘Woah, calm down dude! I didn’t mean anything by it. Just a bit of fun.’ The guy said, slightly unsure with what Tom would do.

Tom shook him then let him go, making him stumble backwards into his friends.

‘Get the hell out of here. I never want to see your face around here again, or I will be calling the police.’ Tom snarled at him.

The guy sneered at Tom and turned around with his friends, leaving quickly without any arguments.

Tom turned to Jenny, his face instantly softening. He rushed over and took her in his arms, she was shaking slightly as he held her.

‘It’s ok, Jenny. I won’t let them hurt you, I won’t let anyone hurt you.’ He whispered and kissed the top of her head.

Tom held Jenny’s hand tightly while they continued on home, his thumb stroking the back of her hand softly to reassure her that she was ok. She was really shaken up, which was no wonder after what they’d said to her.

When they got to Tom’s place, he took off her jacket for her and hung it up with his. Then he slipped his arm around her waist and led her into the living room. He sat her down and sat next to her, kissing her temple.

‘Are you alright, love?’ He asked quietly.

She nodded and sighed as she leaned into Tom, resting her head on his chest. He combed his fingers through her hair in a soothing manner, just letting her hug into him.

After a while, Jenny’s sadness for the situation turned into more of an anger.

‘Who the hell do those guys think they are anyway? I can’t believe they had the audacity to call me out like that!’ She snapped angrily.

‘They are not worth your anger, sweetheart.’ Tom gently held her chin and brushed his thumb across her cheek. ‘Unfortunately, there are always idiots like that out there. It’s not right, and you can only rise above it. There are, luckily, far more kinder people out there than the nasties.’ Tom leaned in and kissed her on the lips. ‘And if it’s any consolation, you come from heaven.’ He grinned.

Jenny felt her heart flutter at his words. ‘You’re too sweet, Tom.’ She smiled.

‘Too much sugar.’ He winked at her. ‘Now, I’ll go make us some tea.’

Tom proceeded to go to the kitchen to get tea ready. Jenny waited in the living room, but being alone with her thoughts wasn’t exactly a good thing. When Tom returned, she was pacing back and fore on front of the fire place.

‘They just hang out there, calling out insults to people! How can they get away with this?’ She said, her hands flinging around animatedly.

‘Come sit down, tea’s ready.’ Tom said, placing the tray of tea and biscuits down on the coffee table.

‘Screw the tea!’ Jenny said as she flung her hands up in the air, still pacing.

‘No darling. I’ll screw you, after a cup of tea.’ Tom said without missing a beat, his tone low and sultry.

Jenny stopped dead in her tracks, coughing at his words. She looked over at him and he winked at her with a mischievous grin.

‘Come on, sit with me. Forget about those assholes for tonight.’ He sat down and patted the sofa next to him.

Jenny was unable to resist the invitation and promptly joined him for the tea. That she wasn’t ashamed to say she drank as quickly as possible, so that Tom could keep his promise.

[ghorepherargaan]

when u get this u have to answer with 5 things u like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 💕💕

1. that I stand up for what i believe in no matter how weird and obscure that is.

2. I can obsess about anything and everything provided I find them cute.

3. I can cry at any point about anything.

4. Society says its negative but I think it to be positive so fuck it, the fact that I can move heaven and earth for people I care about

5. I love good books, movies and art

@just-got-sherloki-d @yourstuliply @acciofandomlove

[dontbipanicjonsa]

ok now I'm really thinking about it. Right before the Hound interrupted her, Sansa was seeing this-

Turning back to the stair, Sansa climbed. The smoke blotted out the stars and the thin crescent of moon, so the roof was dark and thick with shadows. Yet from here she could see everything: the Red Keep's tall towers and great cornerforts, the maze of city streets beyond, to south and west the river running black, the bay to the east, the columns of smoke and cinders, and fires, fires everywhere. Soldiers crawled over the city walls like ants with torches, and crowded the hoardings that had sprouted from the ramparts. Down by the Mud Gate, outlined against the drifting smoke, she could make out the vague shape of the three huge catapults, the biggest anyone had ever seen, overtopping the walls by a good twenty feet. Yet none of it made her feel less fearful. A stab went through her, so sharp that Sansa sobbed and clutched at her belly. She might have fallen, but a shadow moved suddenly, and strong fingers grabbed her arm and steadied her.

You know what this sounds like? The burning of King's Landing. Was Sansa actually having a prophetic vision?

After that, the text shows the Hound asking-

if Sansa thinks she has wings

if she means to become crippled like Bran

To which she replies that she wasn't going to fall. And then that ellipsis.

That's a pretty direct reference to the 3ER (I think?). Except the text is questioning if Sansa is going to become the 3ER. Is this supposed to indicate that she could have become the 3ER, if things had gone differently? Honestly, until now I hadn't actually believed Sansa was prophetic; I thought GRRM was just using her to foreshadow stuff. But now I'm convinced that she is. She is a greenseer.

@sherlokiness pointed out this (sorry I took a screenshot 😬)-

here

As we know-

What do I want with snowballs? She looked at her sad little arsenal. There's no one to throw them at. She let the one she was making drop from her hand. I could build a snow knight instead, she thought. Or even . . . - Sansa VII ASOS

Those ellipses again

If the COTF really did make the Others, this becomes another one of Sansa's near misses. She could have built a snow knight, but she didn't. Just like she could have been the 3ER.

As a side note, I've always found it odd that some of the Jonsa foreshadowing seems to coincide with foreshadowing for the Others. The snow knight is one example, but we also have the theory that Val might become a wight due to this scene-

Val was clad all in white; white woolen breeches tucked into high boots of bleached white leather, white bearskin cloak pinned at the shoulder with a carved weirwood face, white tunic with bone fastenings. Her breath was white as well … but her eyes were blue...

We have this-

A snowflake danced upon the air. Then another. Dance with me, Jon Snow, he thought. You'll dance with me anon.

That is often associated with Jonsa and is definitely associated with the fight against the Others. Hell the entire Waymar-Jon connection foreshadows three things- Jon's death, the fight against the Others, and Jonsa.

This Jonsa-Others combo might be something or it might be nothing. It might just be a coincidence. I just thought I'd point it out.

“The little bird thinks she has wings, does she? Or do you mean to end up crippled like that brother of yours?”

Sansa twisted in his grasp. “I wasn’t going to fall. It was only … you startled me, that’s all.”

This really does makes me wonder if Sansa–along with her prophetic dreams–is also a greenseer. The connection with Bran, the question if she'll end up "crippled" (crippled as in being unable to warg/greendream), Sansa saying that she wasn't going to fall she was just startled (by her magic??) ...

[sherlokiness]

2013 amazes me. It's so surprising there would be a post explaining how Jon and Sansa would end up together from more than a decade ago. Is Mladen one of the og jonsas perhaps?

Hi, anon! Thanks for the ask.

Reference: This post.

It really is amazing to find that post about Jon and Sansa. I'm pretty sure that's the only one(besides blindestspot also 2013) which verbosely listed rational reasons for why Jon and Sansa could be a couple. You'd be hardpressed to find one bc all the other clues of Jon ending up with a sister are all attributed to jonrya or adjacent - aegony bc of the incest. When the original outline came out in 2017, there were talks about jonrya clues being the leftover from the og timeline like Jaime being King but scrapped. I believe the author has actually switched Jon's endgame to Sansa from Arya from the first book bc of that one line "No, that's Sansa." There are also others like Sam/Sansa being a bastard's lady love and the use of radiant.

I don't think Mladen is a jonsa the way a "shipper" is. They've merely suggested a possibility for the reason George deliberately made Jon and Sansa distant but still fond of each other. Nevertheless, it's still a bit rebellious for Mladen to suggest jonsa endgame when the most prevalent ship during those years was Sansan. It was treated as a "done deal" ship like JaimeXBrienne was. Sansa hate was also rampant so saying she's gonna end up with the "hero" in the book is practically blasphemy.

[insanityclause]

Sherloki/Arwen didn't stay in NY for the whole run of Betrayal - she lives there. That's easy enough to guess from her IG, and if you had really wanted to know, you could have just asked her.

I don’t honestly care.

[bakchantki]

I was tagged by @siriuslyproblematic THANK YOU, SWEETIE 💖💖

Age: 19

Birthplace: Gliwice, Poland

Current time: 9:09 PM

Drink you last had: Pepsi with slice of lemon

Easiest person to talk to: My cousin

Favorite song (currently): DESPACITO - LUIS FONSI & DADDY YANKE THIS IS MY JAM 🎶🎶🎶🎶

Grossest memory: I don’t think I have one, really

Horror yes or horror no: HELL NO

Jealous of people: Yes. Way too often

Killed someone: No

Love at first sight: More like lust at first sight

Middle name: Wiktoria

Number of sibilings: Four

One wish: My fathers kidney transplation

Person you last called: My mother

Question you’re always asked: Are you Roma? (Yes, I am)

Reason to smile: Spring, Ben Barnes… Yeah I have no idea, I always have smile on my face even If I don’t have a reason for it.

Song you last sang: That polish song called Oh życie kocham Cię nad życie by Edyta Geppert. I love it, it’s so beautiful. (

Stubbornly and secretly, Oh life, I love you, love you Love you above all else. In every weather My young eyes can see Your treacherous beauty ) and Caruso Lara Fabian’s version 😍😍😍😍

Time you woke up: It was almost 10 am

Underwear color: It’s very dark blue almost purple

Worst habit: I swear like a sailor😂😂😂

X- rays: A lot 😂

Favourite food: PIEROGI RUSKIE i mean dumplings with smashed potato and cottage cheese stuffing XD

Zodiac: Libra

tagging @goblackhatwithme @joan-the-dwarf @pureruthless @sherloki-in-tardis

[ghorepherargaan]

I want a Post book thinggg like omygoddd i wanna look at Elizabeth running around Mr. Darcy’s masion at Pemberly doing all the chores woman of that age were supposed to do but with snide remarks and sarcasm about all of the sexism involved. I want to see Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy engaging in daily talks and mostly ALL of them ending with a fight and then them making it up by being awkwardly kind to each other because neither would apologise. I want Pride and Prejudice from the Darcy household version after the Bennet version is it too much to ask for

@just-got-sherloki-d @a-confused-contradictory-mess

Pride & Prejudice (2005), dir. Joe Wright

[eliamartel]

@une-nuit-pour-se-souvenir I didn't notice that each set of revelations is an expansion on the previous ones. It's interesting that even in this scene Martin followed his rule of three. I need to read that chapter again keeping in mind that all three refer to the same story - Dany's life. (Will be searching for your meta about HoTU visions ☺️)

@sherlokiness I'm so surprised at grrm paralleling Dany & Ramsay. It does look intentional by him considering both have crucified 163/63 people.

In the plaza before the Great Pyramid, the Meereenese huddled forlorn. The Great Masters had looked anything but great in the morning light. Stripped of their jewels and their fringed tokars, they were contemptible; a herd of old men with shriveled balls and spotted skin and young men with ridiculous hair. Their women were either soft and fleshy or as dry as old sticks, their face paint streaked by tears. “I want your leaders,” Dany told them. “Give them up, and the rest of you shall be spared.”

“How many?” one old woman had asked, sobbing. “How many must you have to spare us?”

“One hundred and sixty-three,” she answered.

She had them nailed to wooden posts around the plaza, each man pointing at the next. The anger was fierce and hot inside her when she gave the command; it made her feel like an avenging dragon. But later, when she passed the men dying on the posts, when she heard their moans and smelled their bowels and blood . . .

Dany put the glass aside, frowning. It was just. It was. I did it for the children.

-ASOS Daenerys VI

What people don't get about her crucifying 163 slave masters in Daznak's pit is that she doesn't care about bringing the children's deaths to justice. Even after she punished 163 masters, she never investigated into the children's crucifixion. We still don't know if the actual culprit was punished among the 163 masters or not, we don't even know who crucified the children or who the children's slave masters were or who the children's parents/families are because she was not interested in finding out

Those 163 slave masters and 63 iron born men have committed crimes that they deserve to be punished for, however their crucifixion was not about handing justice. It speaks more about those who ordered it, Daenerys crucified 163 slave masters because she was angry and Ramsay crucified 63 ironborn because he's a sadist.

Dany had to convince herself that it was about the children but it wasn't. She didn't do anything for the dead children or their families, she later didn't investigate and punish those who were involved in their crucifixion but notice how she still "felt like an avenging dragon" -> in the end it all centers around her feelings

People think it's fine when she has slave masters mutilated because they are terrible men, however she repeats this same behaviour in the future but this time with powerless people - she ordered the torture of the wineseller and his daughters only because she became angry.

First, she thinks they may be innocent so she tells the shavepate(her torturer) to question them gently. But later when she becomes angry, she orders him to torture the wineseller (and they are innocent bc why would a shop owner kill a powerful warlord's soldiers inside his own shop - the place where he does business and in the same place where his daughters also live & work?)

Your servants Eladon Goldenhair and Loyal Spear were poisoned at a wineshop where they were accustomed to stop each night upon their rounds.” Mossador. Dany made a fist. Missandei and her brothers had been taken from their home on Naath by raiders from the Basilisk Isles and sold into slavery in Astapor. Young as she was, Missandei had shown such a gift for tongues that the Good Masters had made a scribe of her. Mossador and Marselen had not been so fortunate. They had been gelded and made into Unsullied.

“Have any of the murderers been captured?”

“Your servants have arrested the owner of the wineshop and his daughters. They plead their ignorance and beg for mercy.”

They all plead ignorance and beg for mercy. “Give them to the Shavepate. Skahaz, keep each apart from the others and put them to the question.”

“It will be done, Your Worship. Would you have me question them sweetly, or sharply?”

“Sweetly, to begin. Hear what tales they tell and what names they give you. It may be they had no part in this.” She hesitated. “Nine, the noble Reznak said. Who else?” “Three freedmen, murdered in their homes,” the Shavepate said. “A moneylender, a cobbler, and the harpist Rylona Rhee. They cut her fingers off before they killed her.” The queen flinched. Rylona Rhee had played the harp as sweetly as the Maiden. When she had been a slave in Yunkai, she had played for every highborn family in the city. In Meereen she had become a leader amongst the Yunkish freedmen, their voice in Dany’s councils. “We have no captives but this wineseller?”

“None, this one grieves to confess. We beg your pardon.”

Mercy, thought Dany. They will have the dragon’s mercy. “Skahaz, I have changed my mind. Question the man sharply.”

“I could. Or I could question the daughters sharply whilst the father looks on. That will wring some names from him."

“Do as you think best, but bring me names.” Her fury was a fire in her belly.

- ADWD Daenerys II

It's interesting that she thinks "They will have the dragon's mercy" while ordering the torture here, because she connects being merciless to her dragon persona calling it "the dragon's mercy". It's an interesting phrase to use while taking out her wrath on people who were already begging for mercy. The dragon's mercy means the opposite of the word mercy

So, she reacts with extreme violence whenever something 'wakes the dragon' in her, and takes that anger out on those arrested or captured under her authority (The slave masters & their families rounded up by her soldiers in Daznak's pit/ the winesellar & daughters who were already begging for mercy).

I think this is also why she would kill Aegon and burn KL. This battle will mirror the Battle of the Bells during Robert's rebellion, and I think the behaviour of the smallfolk would 'wake the dragon' in her. And when Team Aegon surrenders after seeing Drogon attack KL, she would give them 'the dragon's mercy' and destroy the city.

HoTU Visions | Kings Landing

I knew the description of Vaes Tolorro in ACOK evokes Dany walking inside a destroyed Kings Landing - A "sun washed" city (Aegon VI/ Martell imagery) bearing "scars of fire" (duh) but I didn't know that the six alleys coming together symbolises Kingslanding until I read @une-nuit-pour-se-souvenir meta on Viserion & Aegon vi.

Attaching screenshot

This is significant as Daenerys encounters six passages coming together in a chamber inside the House of the Undying too. I read her HoTU chapter again and realised that, all of scenes she experiences here, when taken together, symbolises the destruction of Kings Landing

Before entering the House of the Undying, Pyat Pree instructs Dany to always choose to enter the first door on the right if she's in a room with 4 doors, and to always climb up if she encounters any stairs.

Oval room with six passages leading out from it

The fourth room was oval rather than square and walled in worm eaten wood in place of stone. Six passages led out from it in place of four. Dany chose the rightmost, and entered a long, dim, high-ceilinged hall. Along the right hand was a row of torches burning with a smoky orange light, but the only doors were to her left.

Inside the chamber with six passages (symbolising Kingslanding), after Dany makes a choice to enter the rightmost lane, she enters a long hall with many doors on the left and no doors on the right. Only torches lighting the way were on the right wall.

Walking in the hallway; sounds from the walls and closed doors

The mold-eaten carpet (...) served to muffle her footfalls, but that was not all to the good. Dany could hear sounds within the walls, a faint scurrying and scrabbling that made her think of rats. Drogon heard them too. His head moved as he followed the sounds, and when they stopped he gave an angry scream. Other sounds, even more disturbing, came through some of the closed doors. One shook and thumped, as if someone were trying to break through. From another came a dissonant piping that made the dragon lash his tail wildly from side to side. Dany hurried quickly past.

While walking, she hears rats scurrying within the walls, something is trying to break through one door, and the sounds from the third door made her dragon lash his tail wildly. What it means exactly? -> Not sure but Drogon is agitated by this

While walking forward in search for a door on the right (the correct door to proceed furthur if she wants to survive the House of the Undying), she sees some visions through the open doors in the rooms on the left.

Vision 1 - War

In one room, a beautiful woman sprawled naked on the floor while four little men crawled over her. They had rattish pointed faces and tiny pink hands, like the servitor who had brought her the glass of shade. One was pumping between her thighs. Another savaged her breasts, worrying at the nipples with his wet red mouth, tearing and chewing.

Symbolises war in Westeros

Vision 2 - War Crime

Farther on she came upon a feast of corpses. Savagely slaughtered, the feasters lay strewn across overturned chairs and hacked trestle tables, asprawl in pools of congealing blood. Some had lost limbs, even heads. Severed hands clutched bloody cups, wooden spoons, roast fowl, heels of bread. In a throne above them sat a dead man with the head of a wolf. He wore an iron crown and held a leg of lamb in one hand as a king might hold a scepter, and his eyes followed Dany with mute appeal.

The Red Wedding where Robb Stark was killed under guest right by House Frey. Daenerys will commit a similar war crime in Kingslanding, attacking and killing Aegon VI and his army despite their surrender

There is also a wolf king watching with his eyes following Dany -> This is Robb at the red wedding, but I think this also symbolises Jon after KL blows up mainly because of -

Inside the tent the shapes were dancing, circling the brazier and the bloody bath, dark against the sandsilk, and some did not look human. She glimpsed the shadow of a great wolf, and another like a man wreathed in flames. - AGOT Daenerys VIII

and

What sort of man can stand by idly and watch his own brother being burned alive? - ADWD Jon IX

More here

Vision 3 - Dany's yearning for a home

She fled from him, but only as far as the next open door. I know this room, she thought. She remembered those great wooden beams and the carved animal faces that adorned them. And there outside the window, a lemon tree! The sight of it made her heart ache with longing. It is the house with the red door, the house in Braavos. No sooner had she thought it than old Ser Willem came into the room, leaning heavily on his stick. “Little princess, there you are,” he said in his gruff kind voice. “Come,” he said, “come to me, my lady, you’re home now, you’re safe now.” His big wrinkled hand reached for her, soft as old leather, and Dany wanted to take it and hold it and kiss it, she wanted that as much as she had ever wanted anything. Her foot edged forward, and then she thought, He’s dead, he’s dead, the sweet old bear, he died a long time ago. She backed away and ran.

Dany's yearning for a home sparked her desire to conquer westeros and sit on the Iron throne.

After this room, Daenerys runs forward until she gets out of breath and could run no more.

The long hall went on and on and on, with endless doors to her left and only torches to her right. She ran past more doors than she could count, closed doors and open ones, doors of wood and doors of iron, carved doors and plain ones, doors with pulls and doors with locks and doors with knockers. Drogon lashed against her back, urging her on, and Dany ran until she could run no more.

Drogon urges her on as she runs past many open and closed doors -> the presence of her dragons urges her forward on her journey to conquer Westeros

Part of her would have liked nothing more than to lead her people back to Vaes Tolorro, and make the dead city bloom. No, that is defeat. I have something Viserys never had. I have the dragons. The dragons are all the difference. - ACOK Daenerys III

Vision 4 - Burning of Kingslanding

Finally a great pair of bronze doors appeared to her left, grander than the rest. They swung open as she neared, and she had to stop and look. Beyond loomed a cavernous stone hall, the largest she had ever seen. The skulls of dead dragons looked down from its walls. Upon a towering barbed throne sat an old man in rich robes, an old man with dark eyes and long silver-grey hair.

“Let him be king over charred bones and cooked meat,” he said to a man below him. “Let him be the king of ashes.” Drogon shrieked, his claws digging through silk and skin, but the king on his throne never heard,and Dany moved on.

King Aerys wants to burn Kingslanding. Aerys was prevented from blowing up KL as Jaime killed him before the orders could be passed onto the pyromancers guild. Daenerys will succeed where Aerys failed, because she has dragons unlike her father

Vision 5 - Three heads of the dragon

Viserys, was her first thought the next time she paused, but a second glance told her otherwise. The man had her brother’s hair, but he was taller, and his eyes were a dark indigo rather than lilac. “Aegon,” he said to a woman nursing a newborn babe in a great wooden bed. “What better name for a king?”

“Will you make a song for him?” the woman asked.

“He has a song,” the man replied. “He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire.” He looked up when he said it and his eyes met Dany’s, and it seemed as if he saw her standing there beyond the door. “There must be one more,” he said, though whether he was speaking to her or the woman in the bed she could not say. “The dragon has three heads.” He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its silvery strings.

Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind to speed her on her way.

Three heads of the dragon - Aegon VI (“What better name for a king?”), Daenerys (He looked up when he said it and his eyes met Dany’s) and Jon (“There must be one more,") -> Dance of the dragons 2.0

The end of the hallway

It seemed as though she walked for another hour before the long hall finally ended in a steep stone stair, descending into darkness. Every door, open or closed, had been to her left. Dany looked back behind her. The torches were going out, she realized with a start of fear. Perhaps twenty still burned. Thirty at most. One more guttered out even as she watched, and the darkness came a little farther down the hall, creeping toward her. And as she listened it seemed as if she heard something else coming, shuffling and dragging itself slowly along the faded carpet. Terror filled her. She could not go back and she was afraid to stay here, but how could she go on? There was no door on her right, and the steps went down, not up.

There is no door on the right in the entire hall -> No right path to proceed after she makes her choice in Kingslanding (oval room with six passages)

All doors are on the left, darkness is creeping after her, and she hears something shuffling and dragging itself to her which terrorises her (It might be the thing that was trying to break through the closed door in the beginning of the hall). She chooses to enter the last door on the left.

Two more rooms - Aftermath of blowing up KL?

She blindly runs through 8 more rooms, (choosing the right door every time) until she stops to take a breath, in this room (room 9) a vision of Pyat Pree(actually a pale, wormlike creature) tries to trick her towards him. (Maybe assasination attempt? By someone disguised as a man with blue lips/or a warlock/or a priest, since this was only a pale/wormlike creature disguised as a vision of pyat pree) Daenerys' quick thinking saves her from him.

She exits that room with a door to the right, climbs the stairs and enters a door made of Weirwood & Ebony (This part may be related to Arya as the door is similar to the door of the House of Black and White). Inside that room(room 10) there are 4 people (again these 4 people try to trick her, second assasination attempt?), Dany snaps out of their haze when Drogon starts gnawing at the door(Drogon's behavior saves her) and she exits through a door on the right. In the next room she meets the undying ones, who give her visions

[sherlokiness]

okay this might be hard for you but what is that ONE jonsa hint that doesn't fail to put a smile in your face?

Hi, anon! Thanks for the ask.

One of my favorites would be the one from the first book. Endgame couple should obviously have hints from the very first one.

"Sweet one," her father said gently, "listen to me. When you're old enough, I will make you a match with a high lord who's worthy of you, someone brave and gentle and strong. This match with Joffrey was a terrible mistake. That boy is no Prince Aemon, you must believe me."

Ned promising to make a new match for sweet Sansa ending with saying the current one is no Prince Aemon.

*a few books later*

"I'm Prince Aemon the Dragonknight," Jon would call out

That boy isn't but someone else is.😉😉

[sherlokiness]

Thinking about Jonnel and Sansa again. George must think he's so slick with that one.

Hi, anon.

I think he's a trolling the readers making them uncle/niece. Imagine being a blue flower truther looking for ways to justify aunt/nephew marriage on Jon's side only to see Jonnel and Sansa's names. It's like there's a neon sign saying "you've been rooting for the wrong incest couple 😂😂"

[sherlokiness]

What are your thoughts on gendrya? Do you think they'll be canon in the books?

Hi, anon! Thanks for the ask.

Yes, I believe so. I think Jon will arrange a marriage for Arya with a Northern man but she will rebel by having a fling with Gendry. She will eventually escape the marriage (and Gendry) to have her ship girl ending. It'll be a total opposite of Lyanna who got away from a Baratheon only to marry a Targaryen.