and juan 🧍🏽♂️🧍🏽♂️🧍🏽♂️looked 👁️👁️ up ⬆️⬆️⬆️ at the painting 🖼️🖼️🖼️and saw 👀👀 that theresa’s 💃💃💃 dead 😵husband 🕺was roberto 🤦♂️🤦♂️🤦♂️he had eloped 💍with his enemy’s widow 🤦♂️🤦♂️🤦♂️ it’s a telenovela 🗣️🗣️🗣️
simon riley grabbing an item of the top shelf at the supermarket because you can't reach it
simon riley not leaving your mind through the aisles while you shop because obviously you just met hulk
simon riley bumping into you when you're getting a dozen of eggs and he's taking all the damn stock for himself because forgive him and his bulking diet
simon riley literally laughing when you two meet again by the chicken freezers, saying you're following him at this point
simon riley getting roughly 4kg of chicken breasts because a man needs to reach his protein goals
simon riley who says it's destiny that you two are literally parked across from each other and decides to ask you for your number
and finally simon riley who can't wait to get home and text you to ask if you got home safely but in reality he just wants to talk to the pretty lady he met at the supermarket that day
post resurrection jon snow fucks MEAN. mean in a rough and dirty way. he fucks you against the wall and bend you on his desk and force himself in your cunt. and it hurts so good the stretch of his cock, his big and calloused hands grabbing your body. he eats you out like it is his last meal (and it certainly could be) messy, he spits and slurps and suffocates himself in your smell and arousal.
a cold hand on your neck, holds in you in place, with your knees almost on your face. folded in half, and in this position you realize how big he is. big shoulders and strong arms, legs that support his weight and fucks you dumb. he grunts and stares with his lips parted, a frown on his brows, eyes going from his cock splitting you open and your sweaty face distorted pleasure. when you close your eyes, he mutters a don’t stop watching pretty girl and force your face to watch yourself cream his cock.
the scars con his chest are a reminder of a pain. he is still jon, sweet and caring jon. empathetic and strong jon. he is a leader, a good leader and a great warrior. he loves and shows his love more than ever. but a part of him died, and it would never be the same. he can fuck you tender and loving, but most of the times he fucks on you the present fear on the back of his mind that it might be the last time.
THE SPECIFICATION OF THE COLD HAND ILY ILY ILY. this just.. perfectly summed up my thoughts in one. he’s so frustrated and feels weird and is so pent up in a way he doesn’t know how to release. and then he’s locking the door & kissing your neck.
“Need you. Now.”
and you quickly nod, wanting to feel him. wanting to give him anything he wants for the rest of his life.
“Tell me ‘f it’s too much.”
u said “big shoulders and strong arms” and i began to salivate. GOD THIS IS SO ACCURATE. HE DOES FUCK YOU DUMB. and he grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at where his cock disappears inside your cunt…. AND THE NICKNAME!! NGH~!! i am so sorry.
at this point just take over my blog cause you summed this up perfectly. THIS is mean jon snow. has you crying & shaking & whining about how much it is and how full you are… tee hee
edit: (CHECK THE TAGS PLS IM CRYING. THIS ANON HAS BEEN NAMEd)
it is all chaos and entropy. the thing is that the chaos and entropy make it beautiful and lovely.
yes, it's true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is terrifying. i have lived through some of the unfairness - i got born like this, with my body caving into itself, with this ironic love of dance when i sometimes can't stand up for longer than 15 minutes. i am a poet with hands that are slowly shutting down - i can't hold a pen some days. recently i found a dead bird on our front porch. she had no visible injuries. she had just died, the way things die sometimes.
it is also true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is wonderful. the sheer happenstance that makes rain turn into a rainbow. the impossible coincidence of finding your best friend. i have made so many mistakes and i have let myself down and i have harmed other people by accident. nature moves anyway. on the worst day of my life she delivers me an orange juice sunset, as if she is saying try again tomorrow.
how vast and unknowing the universe! how small we are! isn't that lovely. the universe has given us flowers and harp strings and the shape of clouds. how massive our lives are in comparison to a grasshopper. the world so bright, still undiscovered. even after 30 years of being on this earth, i learned about a new type of animal today: the dhole.
chance echoing in my life like a harmony between two people talking. do you think you and i, living in different worlds but connected through the internet - do you think we've ever seen the same butterfly? they migrate thousands of miles. it's possible, right?
how beautiful the ways we fill the vastness of space. i love that when large amounts of people are applauding in a room, they all start clapping at the same time. i love that the ocean reminds us of our mother's heartbeat. i love that out of all the colors, chlorophyll chose green. i love the coincidences. i love the places where science says i don't know, but it just happens.
"the universe doesn't care about you!" oh, i know. that's okay. i care about the universe. i will put my big stupid heart out into it and watch the universe feast on it. it is not painful. it is strange - the more love you pour into the unfeeling world, the more it feels the world loves you in return. i know it's confirmation bias. i think i'm okay if my proof of kindness is just my own body and my own spirit.
i buried the bird from our porch deep in the woods. that same day, an old friend reaches out to me and says i miss you. wherever you go, no matter how bad it gets - you try to do good.
More than anything I was relieved that in my unfamiliar babbling-and-wanting-to-talk state I'd stopped myself from blurting the thing I'd never said, even though it was something we both knew well enough without me saying out loud to him in the street - which was, of course, I love you.