He looked towards the dance floor, hoping to catch sight of a decent set of tits that would do the trick. There was a girl, a cheerleader. He couldn’t recall her name – a busty, curvaceous one with dark red hair staring at him. She was shimmying and gyrating next to a petite cheerleader, and when she realized he was looking, she did some move with her hips and ass that had the guys near him whistling.
“Ros! Do that again!” one of the guys called out.
She obliged, but Sandor wasn’t looking at her anymore.
He was looking at another red-haired girl, with a slightly smaller but perkier rack, a pert little ass and long legs that were encased in denim so tight it looked like it had been sprayed on. Some R&B song with a lot of bass was playing, and she was moving her hips in time to the beat. Her movements were more restrained, like she was unsure or self-conscious even though she was an awesome dancer.
She looked amazing, swaying her hips and lifting her arms above her head causing the blouse she wore to ride up and expose the creamy skin of her midriff.
Too fucking bad she’s not dancing for you, you ugly mutt!
“I don’t think I can wait till tomorrow to get my hands on that!” Joff’s voice broke into his ever darkening thoughts.
Sandor watched in silence as Joff made his way to the dance floor, and as the blonde jerk came up and pulled Sansa into his arms. She laughed, but her laugh became a gasp when Joff’s hand slipped to grab one pert butt-cheek.
People laughed, but Sandor didn’t. He found himself clenching his fists so tight his fingernails bit into his palm.
“Joff, please…!” he heard Sansa say.
“It’s okay, babe.” Joffrey’s arm tightened around her waist, drawing her in closer. “You’re with me, now.”
Joffrey bent to kiss her, and for a second Sandor imagined that Sansa’s hands had gone to Joff’s chest to push him away.
Except she didn’t.
Sansa Stark stood there and let Joffrey Baratheon kiss her in full public view of everyone who was anyone at King’s Landing Prep.
Sandor stood up and walked away, unable to watch, unable to explain why the sight of Joff kissing Sansa, a stupid little girl he hardly knew, bothered him so much.
Look at me! Stannis is a killer. The Lannisters are killers. Your father was a killer. Your brother is a killer. Your sons will be killers someday. The world is built by killers… so you better get used to looking at them.
GOT Fanart of Arya and the Hound for the character design challenge of this month ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ I challenged myself on rendering & more specifically with only the round basic brush. I’m ashamed to admit that i haven’t read ( yet) the books and only knew the characters from the series. I had lots of fun and felt dumb so i guess i’m happy with this experiment! Now back to my little project, have a good week- end & Happy Easter ✨🌰✨
In ASOS Arya tries to kill the Hound three
times and all three times it’s mentioned explicitly that his eyes open or he
looks at her, and she then falters enough for someone to disarm her.
Then take Ned’s words in AGOT:
“If you would take a man’s life, you owe it to
him to look him in the eyes and hear
his final words. And if you cannot bear do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.”
The situations are not really comparable, but
Arya is carrying out her specific form of justice against ppl who have harmed
her family, and she somehow doesn’t kill Sandor Clegane even though she spent a
lot of time in his company. And since the final time she didn’t kill him
probably led to him being saved by the Elder Brother then, in the author’s own words (sort of), Sandor Clegane doesn’t
deserve to die.
hundreds of female sansan shippers out here, it is known. But speaking to @azraelgfg made me wonder. How many sansan men shippers do we have in our fandom? Is @azraelgfg the only one? If you are a man and ship sansan, please rebog and leave a
comment telling us why you love sansan. Anyone else – meaning women – please just
reblog without comment so that the post spreads. I’d be very curious to know how
many men are into this ship and why.