Y ya lo ves, que no hay dos sin tres, y que la vida va y viene y que no se detiene y qué sé yo...
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Six years later, their happy ending begins…
@jonsa-valentine
The story where Queen Sansa asks the Lord Commander of her Queensguard to help her give the North an heir after she has some prophetic visions but Jon decides she’s getting some romance and seduction to go with it.
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“I do not require wooing, Jon.”
“But I think you do. I think some seduction is in order, Your Grace…You’re not asking me to go slay a dragon or win a battle for you. You’re asking for something simpler in one sense and yet infinitely more dear.“
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Suntuosos, presumidos, testarudos, pero entrañables.
Pedro Pascal and Lena Headey for HUNGER TV.
I am back in Tumblr, Jonsa is back in my life 🤷♀️💕
based on a prompt for distracting work kisses.
for @myletternevercame. special thanks to @heidiamalia for the brainstorming session!
rated m.
Frank usually works through his lunch breaks.
He used to take them as far away from—well, everything—as he could, finding himself a lone edge on the roof or some corner of a vacant floor to eat his meal in relative quiet. But ever since Curt roped him into this management job, everything’s always coming to him whether he likes it or not.
And he doesn’t not like it, as it turns out.
It’s a small construction company, a kind of in-between place for hard-up vets to get work, either settling there or to steady their feet for something else that’s more suited to them. The work feels meaningful in that way. Karen had recently coerced a beat reporter from the Bulletin’s local business section into writing up a piece on them, and the glowing review brought in more and more jobs for his guys. Frank has found it surprisingly gratifying, minus all the paperwork.
So much goddamn paperwork.
He’d never pegged himself for an office space kind of guy. He prefers to be out there, in the midst of things with the others—so he spends most of his days doing just that, saving all that bureaucratic bullshit for his lunch breaks in his office trailer.
He’s heading there now, after a rougher-than-usual morning spent on some stubborn electrical wiring. He thinks of all the other kinds of work waiting for him in his trailer and groans, half-wishing he’d packed a beer with his sandwich today.
He shields his gaze from the midday sun, and then he turns, and he sees her.
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I know you’ll never let anything bad happen to me. BODYGUARD - 1x03
The Light Between Oceans (2016), dir. Derek Cianfrance.
LITTLE MIX Sweet Melody (2020)
#this is how seo dan and gu seung joon should’ve ended in crash landing on you
“WRITE IT BADLY. Write it badly, write it badly, write it badly, write it badly. Stop what you’re doing, open a Word document, put a pencil on some paper, just get the idea out of your head. Let it be good later. Write it down now. Otherwise it will die in there.”
— Brandon Sanderson on overcoming writer’s block to create a first draft as a professional author (via almost-always-eventually-right)
“Aye. That, too.”
They’ve survived.
Again.
It doesn’t really seem real. None of it. Not that it’s the second attempt to end her life in as many weeks, or that she’s survived both.
David & Julia return home after the bombing at St. Matthews.
priorities when choosing a bodyguard
Julia and David step into the lift, in aloof professional mode. As soon as the door shuts, her demeanour becomes more friendly and relaxed towards David.
JULIA
Long day, sorry.
DAVID
You do all the work. I just watch.
JULIA
(Smiles.) I’m sorry about last night – I was snowed under. I’ve got a couple of hours of work to do and then I’ll give you a knock.
He takes in her business like manner.
They reach the floor.
DAVID
Like I’m room service.
He’s timed the line so it comes just before the door opens.
He steps out and she reflects on what he’s said before stepping out.
Bodyguard 1x03
What a dream being in his arms like that 😍 Lucky girl! And so nice to know that he said he's so much like Leo in real life which I think it's true 🤗 ❤️
Sebastian Stan — Captain America: Civil War (2016) Richard Madden — Bastille Day (2016)
i mean if you think about it, khal drogo was once jon snow’s uncle.
Hello my darlings!
I hope that you all are doing well in this weird time of face masks, social distancing and elbow handshakes.
I am very bored and would like some fanfiction recommendations!
What are your ultimate favorite fanfictions that you cherish and will remember forever?
I ship Cloti, Dramione and Jonsa.
I will forever be grateful!
Thank you~
ASOIAF meme: 1/4 songs or stories ♦ the Night’s King and his Queen
He had been the thirteenth man to lead the Night’s Watch; a warrior who knew no fear. “And that was the fault in him,” Old Nan would add, “for all men must know fear.”
A woman was his downfall; a woman glimpsed from atop the Wall, with skin as white as the moon and eyes like blue stars. Fearing nothing, he chased her and caught her and loved her, though her skin was cold as ice, and when he gave his seed to her he gave his soul as well. He brought her back to the Nightfort and proclaimed her a queen and himself her king, and with strange sorceries he bound his Sworn Brothers to his will. For thirteen years they had ruled, Night’s King and his corpse queen, till finally the Stark of Winterfell and Joramun of the wildlings had joined to free the Watch from bondage. After his fall, when it was found he had been sacrificing to the Others, all records of Night’s King had been destroyed, his very name forbidden.
“Some say he was a Bolton,” Old Nan would always end. “Some say a Magnar out of Skagos, some say Umber, Flint, or Norrey. Some would have you think he was a Woodfoot, from them who ruled Bear Island before the ironmen came. He never was. He was a Stark, the brother of the man who brought him down.”
#crash landing on you
#ri jeong hyeok #yoon se ri
#stillcrying #ineedmore #mypoorhearth
Rest assured, ma’am, I’ll do what’s required…
Oh my god... #SummertimeSadness
#Gendrya ❣️
It was perfect 🥺
JOJO RABBIT (2019) dir. Taika Waititi
Someday...
Si desde el día en que no estás, vi la noche llegar mucho antes de las seis... 💀💔
war of the foxes, richard siken