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This shit brought me out of hibernation…

I think the internet's insistence that "oh you KNOW it was definitely so awkward, uncomfortable, and disturbing for them to play lovers!!" is one of the most hilarious and embarrassing things ever. Not to be dramatic, but Kit and Sophie were playing Jon Snow and Sansa Stark like they wanted to eat each other alive.

They played Jon Snow and Sansa Stark like two people who were told in advance that the characters were eventually going to start making out and get married, so they needed to please lay the foundation that they're obsessed with each other. You couldn't stop those two from staring at each other's lips -- you couldn't stop those two from looking like they were infatuated, guilty, and jealous -- all at the same time. If it was an unintended accident, it was ludicrously hilarious and iconic.

But, what's even funnier and more iconic, is that Kit and Sophie jumped at the chance to play these characters and this relationship. Sorry. She literally called Kit and said, "Boy oh boy, do I have the script for you." And he said, "Send it to me, STAT!" A canon event, I fear. She saw, "These two characters spend the whole movie getting freaky in a shack," and hit dial on Kit's contact lolol. And y'all are adamant they were uncomfortable?? They're not actually cousins, my loves. They're actors and friends, so let's be so for real lmaoo

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ok but

do you ever just 

remember the way

these assholes

look at each other

and it just makes you

mentally unstable

like when they instantly found each other with their eyes on a fucking battlefield with over 30,000 men

because i can’t fucking deal 

with their shit anymore

you can literally feel the passion and love through their fucking eyes i’m done

with their fucking unresolved sexual tension 

people be like “why are you shipping jonsa they’re siblings”

honey these assholes ship themselves 

i am only a vessel 

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wip wednesday but make it thursday

Tagged by my better half, the adorable one of a kind word goblin: @majicmarker

Then— with a simple twitch of their clasped hands, the choice was removed as the stranger swept her close with a quickness that sent Lily stumbling against the hard wall of his chest. Her skirts swished against the tops of his boots and her mask fell away as her hand sought purchase on the broad expanse of his shoulder to steady herself.

“Careful, ma petit papillon,” he chuckled. The rich timbre of his laugh vibrated up from his chest to collide intimately against her own—but he made no move to distance himself.

Lily bristled at the man’s forwardness, as a blush crept up her throat to settle warmly in her cheeks. She felt exposed under the intensity of his assessing gaze without the protection of her mask. Flustered, she flattened her palm against the lush velvet of his jacket and gave him a shove, determined to recapture some breadth between them—but to no avail. He was immovable.

“You are too bold, m’sieur, and far too familiar.” Lily seethed, her warning for his ears only as his hand slid leisurely down her side to settle upon her waist.

“And you, mademoiselle—” he splayed his fingers possessively, tugged her closer still to lean and mouth against her temple,“—are far too dignified to make a scene.”

From chapter one of my original novel (my take on a fairytale fusion of Beauty and the Beast) — hopefully coming soon!

Tagging: @chocolateghost @esther-dot @vivilove-jonsa @rckyfrk @everythingjonsa @amymel86 — I don’t know who’s writing, who’s not, who wants to play, who wants me to piss off… join in if you want! lol

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The oldest jonsa fic on ao3 is from 2009, from even before the show was conceived, from even before adwd was released

I will not say anything except for

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Reblogging for these tags bc… well, yeah.

This is a gentle reminder that your favorite writers are busy. Many of us have jobs, families, school, outside responsibilities that pull us in a lot of directions. If you're eager for more of a story, a comment like "update pls" or "update soon!!!" does not actually help. If you want to get the creative juices flowing, come ask us questions! I promise you your fave is going to be so happy that you show interest and reach out.

Remember, we are doing this for fun. Help make it fun for everyone involved. Including the writer.

Sincerely,

A very tired writer

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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.

Read it here on ao3

for my dearest @chocolateghost xoxo

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Tag Game

9 lines, 9 people

Thanks for the tag @esther-dot

A sharp look from the dowager queen swiftly reigns in her wolfish behavior. She clings to the fullness of Sansa’s skirts as Lord Mormont dismounts his steed before them and Lady Starks’ icy gaze settles to him.

“Where is the King?” Her tone is polite, but clipped—ever the commanding queen whether she sits the throne or not.

“He meets with his small council.” The voice behind them is equally commanding despite the stature of the woman who wields it.

She is of a stunning beauty, Sansa decides when first she sees her, and couldn’t possibly be much older than herself. Her hair like spun silver is intricately plaited with soft tendrils that frame a delicate oval face and her unusually striking violet eyes regard Sansa with an equal curiosity.

“Lady Daenerys,” Catelyn stiffens, then turns in a swish of Stark gray skirts to greet her.

Upcoming chapter two of Scale of a Dragon, Tooth of a Wolf

Hmmm, I’m so out of the loop on who’s currently writing, so I’m gonna wing it with some classics… @chocolateghost @majicmarker @amymel86 @vivilove-jonsa @everythingjonsa @jade-masquerade @fortunatelylori @rckyfrk @scullylikesscience

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afraid, not scared

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."

Read more on ao3

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VAN HELSING (2004) dir. Stephen Sommers

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Dress, 1902. House Of Worth.

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Colonel Jon Targaryen is a single man in possession of a good fortune who claims no interest in finding himself a wife. With his war wounds, he thinks no young lady would want him anyway for anything beyond the allure of his pocketbook.

Fortunately and unbeknownst to him, Fate has chosen to find a wife for him and will even deliver her right to his doorstep.

Taking on the responsibility of shepherding a young lady about for a Season in London is not at all what Jon had wished to do but he had accepted out of a sense of familial duty. However, once he meets Sansa again after only having met her years ago as a child, he may not consider it a duty so much as a torment.

Mine for a Season by @vivilove-jonsa

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if you told vin diesel fast and the furious you were gay he'd be like "Some people like driving stick…some people like driving automatic…what matters is you cross the finish line.." and then he'd rev up a dodge challenger and drive through a building and kill 16 people

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Ugh … hard same!!!

Jon goes to king’s landing au—

inspired by my all time favorite jonsa edit

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Hahaha one of my favorite theories. I wrote a meta about it what seems like eons ago…

thinking about lizzie york’s husband & how his heraldry literally has a dragon holding up one side of his crest & a white wolf dog holding the other

okay george I see what you’re doing here

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Wildling King Jon x Queen in the North Sansa AU~

Commissioned again by the amazing @littl3bird (@j0nsansa on twitter)! This one was a lot of fun to work on, and the concepts and ideas were stunning. Thank you, once again for reaching out to me about this commission!

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GAME OF THRONES (6.05)