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¡FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS!

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Wishing you the happiest of birthdays, because you're a very especial person (it may sound cliché but in your case it's nothing but the absolute truth). So here I am, to celebrate and cherish and thank you for all the light and joy you bring into my life. Have an amazing day, Brad. Love you, sweet man 🤗💕💕😘😘

THANK YOU PATRI!!!

I hope I can live up to your amazingly kind words. You are the best and I'm very happy to have you! Love you! ❤️❤️❤️

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Another edit inspired by Jonsa fiction Afraid, not Scared , written by @chocolateghost

"You were supposed to run… You were supposed to save yourself…" "I couldn't do that. You were hurt. I had to save you."

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AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH THANK YOU ❤️

"First, there’s an escaped lunatic on the loose. And now we’re out of gas in the middle of nowhere. I know it’s Halloween, but seriously, how cliché can you get?”

Jon and Sansa have been broken up for a year. A chance drunk dial brings them back together on Halloween night. But then a series of unfortunate events brings them face to face with their worst nightmares. Can they face their fears head on, or will they be too afraid?

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Chapter 7 - the moment is eating us whole

"What the hell are you laughing at?" Ramsay asks.

"You left me in here," Jon says weakly, voice gravely from lack of use. He swallows thickly, his eyes flitting between the Bolton men. Sansa notes that they never come to rest on her. "You dragged me in here. And you left me."

Ramsay snorts. "And that's funny? Are we supposed to feel sorry for you?"

Roose shoots him a glare, shushing him.

"No, you don't understand," Jon shakes his head, breathing heavily through his nose. "You brought me in here. Then you left me alone—I don't know how long—while you went out to find Sansa."

It's like a trainwreck happening in slow motion, but she can't look away. Sansa hangs on every word, like Jon's about to reveal the secret of the universe.

Roose interrupts. "Get to the punchline. The clock is ticking."

A ghost of a smile plays on Jon's lips. "Listen. You brought me in here. Then you left me alone. In the kitchen… by myself… with the phone. Right. There."

Jon jerks his thumb over his shoulder. Sansa follows the movement, noticing for the first time that an old corded telephone hangs on the wall directly behind him—the yellowed white plastic sticky with blood.

"Funny, right?" Jon finishes with a cough.

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hello there, other chocolateghost.

Whoa this is trippy

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It’s Friday, I’m in Love — Chapter 2

“Well, for starters—and just in general, actually—you need to be more approachable.”

“I’m approachable,” Sansa huffs, pinches the bridge of her nose and removes her reading glasses, then folds them neatly atop her book while Jon tracks her movements with avid amusement.

“You’re not,” he answers simply— nonchalantly, which irks her even more.

“I am,” she insists.

Sansa plucks up the fry she’s been pushing around her plate and prepares to take her frustrations out on it. She opens her mouth and —her breath catches when Jon’s hand shoots out suddenly to snatch her wrist, and his bared teeth clamp down onto the fry pinched between her fingers.

His lips close over it—just barely grazing the tips of her fingers—then, he releases her wrist as he drops back more comfortably in his seat, chews and swallows.

“You’re not.” His voice is firm, but his lips twitch up at the corners.

Sansa drops the remnants of the fry onto her plate and sits back as far as she can from the table. Her cheeks are hot, she can feel the blush spread from her face to her throat where her pulse has kicked up a notch.

This time he hits her with a full smile and that damn dimple reappears to mock her. And right, okay , so Sansa’s not going to lie, because of course Jonathan Targaryen is attractive.

Like, really attractive.

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Chapter 6 - lungs all collapsing

Scanning the wall, Sansa takes in the available stock. Pickings are slim, and unfortunately, there's not a lot of top-notch weapon material here.

"That chainsaw would be nice," she mutters, eying what would undoubtedly be a deadly machine. "But why stop there? Gimme a flamethrower and a bazooka while we're at it."

Rationalizing that all those weapons were either too unwieldy or otherwise unattainable, Sansa settles on a hammer and a hatchet instead. She slips the former into her jacket and holds the latter tight in her fist.

"First things first. Find a car. Secure the keys. Grab Jon. Get the hell out of here. And kill anyone who tries to stop me."

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THANK YOU PATRI! YOU NAILED IT! ❤️❤️❤️

Edit inspired by jonsa fiction Afraid, not Scared written by @chocolateghost

"I'm so sorry about this," Jon whispers, lips brushing her forehead, "but I need you to run. Can you do that for me? Run. Run away and don't look back. Don't wait for me. Just run as far and as fast as you can."

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It’s Friday, I’m in love

When Sansa seeks out her neighbor and long-time nemesis Jon Targaryen as an unlikely ally for help in winning over the guy of her dreams—namely, handsome, charming Harry Hardyng—she doesn’t expect for the guy in question to change.

But it’s not long before she starts to wonder… is what she thought she wanted, really what she should have been looking for in the first place?

By the time Sansa takes her seat in Mrs. Mordane’s first-period history class, the debate raging in her brain has reached epic proportions, and full-on madness is beginning to set in. There is simply no other excuse for the ludicrous plan currently forming in her brain.

It’s so unlike her too, but maybe that’s why it’s suddenly so easy to flip open her notebook and scratch a quick and very ambiguous note to the boy sitting two seats behind her and to the right.

Nevermind that despite being her next-door neighbor since the dawn of time, the two of them have actively gone out of their way to avoid one another—trading only the occasional insult or side-eye. Nevermind that he’ll probably just turn her down, make fun of her and then tell the very boy she’s hoping to impress what a pathetic loser she is.

And yet, here she is, about to give him the power to humiliate her straight into hiding, should he be so inclined. But she can overthink it—and that—and then spiral into full-blown panic mode later… Right? Right.

Folding her note neatly in half, and then again, Sansa quickly scrawls Jon’s name on the corner and passes it in his direction before she can lose her nerve.

There’s no turning back now.

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Chapter 5 - no, i'm scared

Sansa shuffles quickly into the barn, panting heavily. She needs a place to hide and collect her thoughts. She doesn't know you what to do. They're onto her, and she knows the barn won't be safe for long. She needs to move on and make a new plan.

She ventures deeper inside, passing by empty animal stalls, eyes examining the tools on the wall. She needs a new weapon. One of them can replace her needles.

Something catches her eye in the last stall and makes Sansa stop dead in her tracks. She claps her hands over her mouth to stop herself from screaming

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Holy shit did I really just write and release a new chapter of a fic?

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Pee-wee’s Big Adventure (1985) // Dir. Tim Burton

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Au Revoir, Pee-wee <3

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🎉¡SORPRESA!🎉

¡FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS, BRAD!🥳🥳. I may be a bit MIA lately but never doubt that I love you and wish you nothing but the best today and always. Keep shining as bright as the (great amount of) candles on your cake 😉😁. Have a great birthday, sweet man 🤗💕😘💕😘💕😘

Great amount of these too 😜😜. Love ya! 😘

Thank you Patri! You are the best, my absolute favorite. I'm not on here a whole lot anymore, but I know that you're always around somewhere being awesome. I can almost see (and feel) you tugging on my earlobes through the blinding light of the candles on my cake. Much love to you, Patri. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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New favorite unhinged Tim Robinson performance dropped today