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Sometimes hope is a thing with feathers
And sometimes hope is a thing with a snow covered snoot

  • <p> <b>Sandor *singing and pretending to play the guitar*:</b> CAUSE I KNEW YOU WEREE TROUBLEE WHEN YOU WALKED IIIIN, SO SH..<p/><b>Sansa, breaking into the bathroom:</b> ARE YOU SINGING TAYLOR FUCKING SWIFT?<p/></p>
SanSan Imagine...

Imagine Sandor getting drunk at Winterfell and singing Yellow Bird to Sansa….

She would laugh softly when he finished with a long, slightly slurred note and he would gruffly say “Something funny, girl?” 

She would lower her eyes for a moment, only to lift them and say “To think, all this time it should have been me requesting a song from you.” 

His laugh would be one sharp bark “A dog doesn’t sing little bird, he howls.” and then he would simply look at her as she continued to smile, as though he could never get enough of looking at her for as long as he lives. 

Originally posted by bisexualsweeney

anonymous asked:

Pick any ship for this so yeah uh at the quarry on a sunny weekend morning, one of the losers goes on a walk and theyre suddenly stopped by a faint singing voice. They slowly walk closer to it, curious to see who owns such an angelic voice, and imagine their surprise (and heart eyes) when they see its stan, softly singing while doing some bird watching. Bonus: Georgie somehow finds out and reckons stans the ultimate disney princess who serenades animals

Yesssss!!! I love this! I know for a fact Stanley has the voice of an angel and I am 100% here for people falling for him for it!!! I went with stenbrough cause it worked in better with Georgie and also I hope you don’t mind but I changed it from the quarry to the barrens

(the song stan’s singing is please, please, please let me get what I want by the smiths cause if you haven’t guessed already british bands in the 80’s and Stanley Uris are my life)


Saturday. Bill Denbrough’s favourite day of the week, no school, no chores, he had the whole day to do whatever he wanted without a care in the world. He lay in bed and thought about what he would get up to that day, video games with Richie? Help Mike at the farm?

“Bill!! Biiiiilly!!!

His thoughts were broken when he heard his little brothers voice from downstairs and he rolled his eyes. He’d promised Georgie they’d build a dam at the barrens and he couldn’t break his promise.

“I’m u-up Georgie, ju-just gimme a mu-minute!”

He heard Georgie’s tiny feet thudding on each step as he ran to Bills room

“Bill, you promised!!”

Bill pretended to be asleep and tried to suppress a laugh when the littlest Denbrough let out an exasperated huff and jumped on the bed

“Get up! Get up! Get up! GET! UP!”

“Okay Guh-Georgie I’m up, no needtuh break my bed” his little brother looked at him with wide eyes and a pouted lip and Bill couldn’t hold back his laugh anymore

“Are you sh-sh-ure you don’t want Ben to come with us? H-he’s way bu-better at building dams than I a-am”

Georgie shook his head vigorously “No! Just us”

They got dressed, had breakfast and headed out into the Saturday morning sunshine. They walked to the barrens (his mother had forbidden Georgie from riding double on silver, terrified the small child would go flying off the back), it was a long walk but in the hazy summer morning it was enjoyable. They were hand in hand, Georgie skipping next to Bill and telling him about his week at school and about his new friends.

They were both quiet when they got to the barrens, enjoying the comfortable silence as they listened to the nature around them and that’s when they heard it

“Good times for a change, see the luck I’ve had, can make a good man turn bad”

The voice was soft, an almost whisper but it cut clearly through the quiet morning. It was angelic. Bill looked down and pressed a finger to his lips motioning for his little bother to be quiet, Georgie nodded and imitated the gesture back at his brother.

“Let me, let me, let me, let me get what I want this time”

They gently walked toward the voice, Bill mesmerised by the melody

“Haven’t had a dream in a long time, see the life I’ve had, can make a good man, bad”

They could see where the voice was coming from now and crouched behind a boulder to avoid being seen. A small boy was sitting cross-legged on the grass, a mop of curly hair on his head and a hand outstretched full of something Bill couldn’t quite see. It was Stanley Uris, he sometimes hung around with Bill and the other losers but mostly kept to himself, Bill didn’t know he could sing. Once he had gotten over the awe of how stunning Stanley looked sitting there he noticed his hand again, there was a small white and black bird perched on one of his fingers literally eating from the palm of Stan’s hand. He was singing to the bird.

“He’s just like Snow White, Billy” Georgie said in a hushed voice “Do you think he’s a prince?”

“So, for once in my life, let me get what I want, Lord knows it would be the first time”

Bill shrugged his shoulders, too stunned for worlds

“Lord knows it would be the first time”

When Stan stopped singing and the little bird flew off, Georgie took this as the perfect chance to ask his burning question

“Hey mister, are you a prince?”

Bill saw Stan jump at the sudden noise and quietly scalded Georgie for being so tactless

“Sorry?” Stan asked perplexed

I said, are you a prince?” Georgie asked again making his way over to where Stan was sitting

Bill wanted to ground to swallow him whole, maybe Stan hadn’t seen him? Maybe he could just hide behind the boulder?

“No, I’m not a prince” he said it with a kind voice, one reserved especially for dealing with curious kids like Georgie “Hey Bill”

‘Shit’

“Hu-h-hey St-Stanley” he walked over to where his friend and little brother were sitting on the grass “we’re ruh-r-really sorry fu-for interrupting you”

“It’s okay, it’ll be nice to have the company”

He sat beside Stan and watched as he chatted to Georgie, Bill didn’t think he’d ever see anything as perfect in his whole life

“Y-y-you suh-suh-“ he couldn’t get the words out, Stan was looking at him and he felt his heart beat a little too fast in his chest

“Billy thinks you sing beautifully Stan”

He blushed profusely but internally thanked Georgie for having his back

“Thanks Bill” and Stan’s normally pale skin was blushed scarlet too

It became a regular occurrence after that, Bill and Georgie would meet Stan at the barrens and they’d talk and laugh and listen to Stan sing their favourite songs. Yeah, Saturdays were still Bill’s favourite day of the week, but he looked forward to them even more now

On Sandor and Sansa in AGOT and ACOK, and their arc and connection

 
Sandor Clegane is a broken man, a mad warrior dog.  When Gregor put his face in the fire, his father told everyone that it was Sandor’s Bedding that had caught fire:

“My father told everyone my bedding had caught fire, and our maester gave me ointments. Ointments! Gregor got his ointments too. Four years later, they anointed him with the seven oils and he recited his knightly vows and Rhaegar Targaryen tapped him on the shoulder and said, ‘Arise, Ser Gregor.’

This paragraph from Sansa II in AGOT alone gives us so much insight about Sandor’s life.  Sandor spent his childhood and adult life repressing the whole entire event.

Lying to people, watching his brother get to escalate through the ranks of knighthood, all the while being a bitter shell that is furious at the world for all of its injustice.  He wanted nothing more than to be a knight as a child, to play with his brother’s knight toy, and the first injustice he learned was his face to the fire.

 Fast forward to AGOT:  Sandor could protect the smallfolk, but he gets spit at.  He’s nothing but the King’s dog, and feels like he’ll never do better. And why should he want to do better? Every time he tries, he gets his snout pushed in shit.  

Pulling apart Sansa’s plot, we have to recognize that one of Sansa’s main characteristics, besides the naivety, is that she is inherently good. She is a courteous little lady, brought up to always respect others, even the big, scary mean beast.

In ACOK Sansa III, Lancel delivers the information that left her beat, bloodied, and almost naked in front of the court.

Sansa had always thought Lancel Lannister comely and well spoken, but there was neither pity nor kindness in the look he gave her. “Using some vile sorcery, your brother fell upon Ser Stafford Lannister with an army of wargs, not three days ride from Lannisport. Thousands of good men were butchered as they slept, without the chance to lift sword. After the slaughter, the northmen feasted on the flesh of the slain.” Horror coiled cold hands around Sansa’s throat.

And then, in Sansa VII, several chapters later, we see Sansa during the Blackwater, exercising kindness towards Lancel:

Sansa went to Ser Lancel and knelt beside him. His wound was bleeding afresh where the queen had struck him. “Madness,” he gasped. “Gods, the Imp was right, was right …”“Help him,” Sansa commanded two of the serving men. One just looked at her and ran, flagon and all. Other servants were leaving the hall as well, but she could not help that. Together, Sansa and the serving man got the wounded knight back on his feet. “Take him to Maester Frenken.” Lancel was one of them, yet somehow she still could not bring herself to wish him dead. I am soft and weak and stupid, just as Joffrey says. I should be killing him, not helping him.

Sansa’s empathy and inherent kindness for other people is something Sandor Clegane has not exactly often experienced in his life.  He has never had anyone to tell him that his asshole knight brother is bad, he grew up being told that what happened to him, that his brother shoving his face into the fire, was not something he should be mad about.  

The rasping voice trailed off. He squatted silently before her, a hulking black shape shrouded in the night, hidden from her eyes. Sansa could hear his ragged breathing. She was sad for him, she realized. Somehow, the fear had gone away.The silence went on and on, so long that she began to grow afraid once more, but she was afraid for him now, not for herself. She found his massive shoulder with her hand. “He was no true knight,” she whispered to him.The Hound threw back his head and roared. Sansa stumbled back, away from him, but he caught her arm. “No,” he growled at her, “no, little bird, he was no true knight.“

In Sansa’s chapters, we see Sandor surveying her shrewdly, speaking harshly, telling her how everyone is a liar.  Many readers construe this as the Hound being a straight up dick to Sansa- but there is a difference between “The Hound” and “Sandor Clegane” (something GRRM makes us aware of in Feast, with The Hound being dead and Sandor Clegane being at rest).  Sandor’s harsh words and guidance is only the beginning of Sandor Clegane being a temporary substitute fraternal figure to not just Sansa Stark but also to Arya when he comes across her RE: the BWB.  Sandor’s political guidance for Sansa in King’s Landing came just in time to teach her to not be so trusting, and to teach her to keep her head down to avoid abuse.  

Sandor once more comes to Sansa before leaving King’s Landing, with the intent to take her, the only kind person he’s met there, away with him.  He respects her wishes to stay in King’s Landing, harshly gives her some “Hound” action before leaving

"I could keep you safe,” he rasped. “They’re all afraid of me. No one would hurt you again, or I’d kill them.” He yanked her closer, and for a moment she thought he meant to kiss her. He was too strong to fight. She closed her eyes, wanting it to be over, but nothing happened. “Still can’t bear to look, can you?” she heard him say. He gave her arm a hard wrench, pulling her around and shoving her down onto the bed. “I’ll have that song. Florian and Jonquil, you said.”His dagger was out, poised at her throat.“Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.”

And what does 12 year old Sansa Stark do, in the face of a big, mean, angry, burnt man who she knows is suffering so much pain, more than he’s let on to anyone but her?

She sings.

Sansa Stark fucking sings. She sings a song of mercy to Sandor (something his arc is crying for), she sings to him to tell him that he can rest, she prays for him throughout the narrative over the next books, she thinks and wonders what has become of him.

The Hound angrily tells her that she’s a bad liar, she’s stupid, people will play her, but the Sandor sees an innocent, easily hurt little girl, who people mistreat and who has had to tell her own lies to survive, just like he did, and that’s the connection.

Sandor Clegane sees a girl who had to grow up and learn, just like he did.  

And Sansa is on the path for growing up, the path for learning.  Will they be reunited in the future, when they’re older, healed, and wiser? I hope so.  Because as Septon Meribald said, “There are many sorts of outlaws, just as there are many types of birds.”

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Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie. 

Away with the Fairies by Laura Brownhill.

‘Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye, Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie. When the pie was opened the birds began to sing, Oh wasn’t that a dainty dish to set before the king? The king was in his counting house counting out his money, The queen was in the parlour eating bread and honey The maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes, When down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose!’

“I … I know a song about Florian and Jonquil.”
“Florian and Jonquil? A fool and his cunt. Spare me. But one day I’ll have a song from you, whether you will it or no.”
“I will sing it for you gladly.”


(Another unfinished piece T^T…)

anonymous asked:

Got any HCs for an s/o who likes to sing to herself, but gets embarrassed when the Pennyboi catches them doing it?

a/n; okay so I have two requests like this in my ask, I’m not sure if you’re the other anon or not but I’m going to just combine the two and post them together in one ask!

- if you’re alone, properly alone, you get rlly into it like you’re performing to a crowd 
- you hum a lot while you cook or clean, singing a bit when you bring out the hoover or the clinking of cutlery against pots and pans gets too loud 
- sometimes penny can hear you singing when he’s nearby - unknown to you - and if he knows the song he’ll sing a long as well 
- You’re distracted, singing away and have no idea he’s even in the room and he’s sat with such a big smile!!! literally shapeshifts his pupils into hearts as he listens to you 
- your song is normally ruined as seeing him surprises you so you let out a strangled cry, hands covering your mouth as your face heats up super quickly 
- you’re skin goes super flushed and you’re all jittery and nervous, laughing and playing it off as if it was nothing 
- literally feels like your sweating so much ur gonna melt into the floor
- he notices, thinks it’s adorable, doesn’t give a shit as he wants to hear MORE ! 
- “Sing to me.” He asks softly as he comes and lays down near you, probably resting his head in your lap 
- well who’s gonna say no to that 
- sometimes when he over hears you singing dirtier lyrics he ZOOM to your location, throwing his clothes off on the journey (couldn’t find his left shoe for two days once bc of this) 
- “So, Kitten, heard you purring for me.” “Oh, I’m sorry Penny I was just singing again..” You trail off, busy getting ready to leave for uni/work and he pout 
- But seeing him in all his birthday glory and how quickly he came running actually turns you on
- who cares if you’re a little late to work/uni
- actually, looks like ur calling in sick. You’re the one doing performances today as Penboi wants to hear his little bird sing 

About “L’amour fait ce qu’il veut” :

When I wrote this song, I was kind of imagining a disney movie. So she (the Disney Princess) is walking and singing - because I’m often making movies in my heads - in my headS! That’s the problem! In my head. And I think about imaginary things. And with this song I was thinking about this prin… but not the new version of princesses, they’re annoying. The old ones, when they were brunettes and not blondes. So she is walking and singing “mais l’amouuur fait ce qu’il veuuuut” because there is this prince who comes and goes and she has to let her hair grows and it’s fucking annoying, she has to wait for 200 years, they’re getting married, they’re divorcing, they’re getting married, they’re divorcing, like she’s the girl next door. Anyway, she’s in her tower, she puts her head out of the window and is like “faiiit ce qu’il veut de moiiiii” and it’s at this exact moment that some birds arrive and begin to sing “l’amour l’a l’a l’amoooour” ! And every time I sing, in arenas, in huge places, every time I sing this song even at festivals I just think “If only people knew that in my head there are little birds singing!”

Luxembourg, September 2015

The Hound Will Always Find His Bird

“You’ve grown little bird.” He says with disgust underlining his tone. “You’re just as evil and conniving as the other lords and ladies now.” He corners her, placing one arm beside the right of her head, against the wall while using his body to block her left. “So you’ve finally learn how the world works for your kind, eh?” The question was undoubtedly rhetorical. She was sure of that. Even if she was just presuming he knew what rhetorical means.

“I am Lady Stark of Winterfell now, Ser Clegane.” Sansa announces as if he did not already know.

“I already told you once little bird. I am no ser.”

“No I suppose you are not. However you are more of a ser then some of the supposed ones here with us right now.” Sansa states casting an eye out towards the few guards who had not been able to keep the hound back from her being.

He looks back at them and laughs. None of them make a move to force him away from the the lady. In fact the youngest of the four was far too busy quaking in his suit to try anything at all. Yet tall Sansa stands, unwavering in her gaze, and unshaken in her confidence. For once the little bird shows no fear of the great, scarred hound.

“Hear that boys?” He asks knowing full well they could hear every word that was shared. He carefully takes a lock of her hair within his right hand. He pays with it between his fingers for but a moment before he chooses to instead lean in closer to the mighty Lady of Winterfell. His lips so close to her ear. He could smell the scent her hair carries. Akin to what it use to smell of, but wholly different as well. “You should know by now little bird, no other man could keep me from you if I do not wish to let them do so.”

Sansa sighs. “I know Hound.” Her tone changes. From sounding monotonous to that of a leader. “Leave, now.” She orders her guards. The youngest takes off as the three more seasoned warriors hesitate. “I will be fine. He will not hurt me.” She declares, her eyes catching Sandor’s.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yes. I am.”

He could not lie the thought of being alone with her was tempting. Even more so when she was now looking at him without a slight hint of fear. Unlike how it use to be. “Do I not scare you anymore Little Bird?”

“Not at all.” She says sounding sure of herself. After everything she had been through, Sandor was not surprise. He had heard tale of the nightmare of a life she was living when he was travelling back north with Jon and the whining boy known as Gendry. He could have throttle the little cunt who had held her captive within her own home for so long, but he could also not shake the feeling of pride in his chest at hearing how she had taken care of the man. Fed to the dogs. A smile graces his lips at the thought. He thinks that perhaps she always had a way with dogs. “You won’t hurt me.” She declares again, and gods if it did not send a feeling to his gut he did not know if anything ever would.

“Aye, you are right. I won’t.” The Hound confirms. He gives his attention back to the guards just to watch them scurry away, feeling as if they had done their duty sufficiently enough. “But will the little bird sing for me?” He asks once the door behind them closes.

“I told you once Hound that I know no songs any longer. Now I will tell you the truth. I do not sing anymore. For why would I sing when all the songs are lies. Telling of only joys and troubles of young maidens. I no longer am a maiden. I no longer sing the praises of heroes.”

That actually causes him to frown. The little bird was different indeed. Far more so then he had thought her to be. Why was she not sending him away then, for no other lady would ever allow him this close to her, not alone. Was it out of fear of what he might do to her if she tried, or does she simply not care anymore?

“I am no hero.”

“No, you are. A hero who tried to save a little girl from a very dangerous garden. One who went beyond the wall to try and prevent our destruction. You are a hero indeed Sandor.” Hearing her say his name causes a chill to go down his spine.

“Would you send me away my lady?” He would go if that is what she truly wanted. She should just say so if it was.

“No.” He removes his arms from near her. Surprise showing on his face.

“You are not nearly as terrifying as you think you are. Not anymore ser.” Sansa uses the moment as a means to break away from him. She strides across the room and towards the table by her bed. There rests a tea set, but the flask was foreign compared to them. “Would you care to join me for a drink?” Sansa asks politely. “We have much catching up to do, and I would rather do it now before making my offer.”

He raises his eyebrow. “Offer?” She gestures to the seat across from her. He takes the seat. Falling down into the chair without any grace.

“What is that stuff?” He asks as she pours.

“A strong drink made for the men of the north. I thought it would suit your taste better than any tea.”

“Aye.” He agrees before taking a sip.

She watches him carefully as she holds her own cup close to her body. “Now, I want to speak of you becoming my sworn shield.” She states without any hesitation. Clearly she had been thinking about this before now.

A laugh is released from Sandor’s mouth. “The little bird hopes to keep her dog near?” He teases.

“For my safety, and possibly more.” A practice smile plays on her features, and Sandor knows he would not mind being a dog once more. Not for his little bird.

The Joker visits

A/n: requested by @tinyfandomblogger for the dialogue prompts.
#6: “Look, you can hurt me all you want but for the love of God don’t hurt her.”
#20: “Please don’t hurt her, I’ll do anything!”
With Jason.
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You and Jason walked into the restaurant. It was a nice place, suggested to the two of you by Bruce. Jason hadn’t wanted to go but you had dragged him there anyway.

It was all going well until gunshots rang out. You and Jason swore at the same time. He was about to go get his uniform on, when the Joker walked in. Jason growled quietly and tried to put you behind him.

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