Arya started playing the “game of faces” as soon as she entered the room
The game consists in making a lie sound like a truth.
Arya’s lie became obvious the moment she said she wondered what it would feel like to “wear those pretty dresses” and “be the lady of Winterfell”. Arya would never do such as wearing dresses and she has never before expressed any wish to rule over anything, not even her home.
The moment Arya handed her sister the blade (pointed towards her stomach and not Sansa’s) the game was over and she hinted that what she said (the “threat”) was a lie. ARYA WOULD NEVER KILL SANSA.
Arya did this not because she “despises” or fully mistrusts Sansa, but because she doesn’t trust LF. SHE IS WELL AWARE THAT LF IS THE ENEMY.
Arya was playing the game and winning, and you’re all bitching about her being just a murderous psychopath
A Hong Kong-raised idol in South Korea, where gender and sexual equality is still very far from being a thing, Jackson’s a bit of a maverick in the celebrity world with how he breaks stereotypes and discusses gender equality so casually.
Like this time when he asked if two men could get paired together on popular TV show “We Got Married” instead of just the typical hetero relationships. (Note: Still nothing but hetero couples on the show)
Or this time on Weekly Idol. When talking about the kind of traits Hani (girl holding the board) likes in a guy, she mentioned loyalty. When the host asked if one of the other guests if she liked guys with loyalty, Jackson thought the host was asking him and answered without blinking an eye.
Then when he got the opportunity to make a guest appearance on SNL Korea, he didn’t shy away from the role, even with kissing another man in the script.
He even mentioned it in his time during the closing segment.
Then, when he got paired up with his friend Monsta X’s Jooheon for Flower Boy Bromance, he talked about how excited he was to get the chance to hang out. Jooheon got a little weirded out, but Jackson was quick to explain.
There are a lot more examples, but long story short, Jackson’s breaking down old school gender roles, whether he realizes it or not. More people should love him just for how amazing he is as a person.
- a quick 30 minute blurb where Harry eats Y/N out at 1 am, hope you enjoy it. xx
The Sun set behind the horizon a few hours ago, but the sky is still baby blue, and the last rays of light are creeping through the blinds, brightening up the dark living room.
Heavy breaths and pants, quiet whimpers and deep moans linger in the open space, as well as the faint sound of the television, which still has on the stupid reality-tv shows, that got left behind a while ago, when Harry nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, started kissing the supple skin, and put his hand down your sweatpants, pressing your clit with his thumb, whimpering:
“Let m’ taste yeh, please. Miss yeh on my tongue.”
With your back slouched against the corner of the sofa, you take a hold of the back of Harry’s head, which is settled right between your thighs, his body rested on his knees on the hardwood floor.
You moan softly, when Harry wraps his lips around your swollen clit, and suckles the sensitive nubbin, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. Your toes curl up against the sofa cushions, and your legs tremble slightly when Harry flicks his tongue quickly over your clit, making him smile up to you. Even with his cheeks hollowed, his deep dimples still manage to make an appearance.
Harry can feel his cock twitching in his black Calvin Klein boxers, when you tug at his curls, pushing his mouth closer to your dripping wet core. A low groan escapes his lips, vibrating against you.
Harry’s hands travel up your front, his cold rings dragging against your hot skin, to your breasts and cup them under the thin fabric of your t-shirt, that is crinkled over at the hem, showing off a bit of your skin and your belly button.
The filthy sounds of Harry slurping on you and humming, loving the sweet taste of you, makes you shudder and your eyes flutter shut, and your lips fall into an o-shape.
“So fuckin’ sweet, angel.” his words get muffled by your wet cunt, and make your hips shift, grinding yourself gently against his mouth.
His other hand starts slowly sliding down on your skin, and settles on your lower tummy, that place he finds perfect to have midday naps on. You place your own hand over his, holding tightly to his tattooed wrist.
“Oh, shit.” you curse under your breath, when you feel the burning sensation in your tummy add up, making you complete mess. You’re panting with shaky legs, your knuckles turning white from gripping too hard, whether to the pillows and blankets, or Harry’s short curls.
You cry out, when Harry pulls himself away from you. With eyes half-lidded and your chest rising up and down in a rapid speed, you look down at him, watching in awe as his eyes sparkle when he locks them with yours, his raspberry lips glistening from your juices, as well as his slightly scruffy chin and jaw.
“What, why-why did you stop?” you pant out, your hand gripping onto the pillow next to you, but Harry just chuckles at your question.
“Why wouldn’t I?” he answers, now a smirk curved on his lips.
“Let m’ feel yeh cum aroun’ my cock, how does that sound, love?”
Six months ago, everything changed. Widowed and alone, Dean Winchester is determined to pick himself up and move on, so he goes back to his job as a bodyguard for Singer Protective Services. His first assignment? An actress receiving death threats, an actress with an uncanny resemblance to his wife.
You don’t want protection, don’t need it. Especially from someone as cold and impersonal as Dean Winchester. You’re not afraid of a bunch of stupid death threats, you just want to be left alone to live your life.
Two people, two very different lives. Who will be the first to let the armor slip?
Characters: Dean Winchester, Female reader, Bobby Singer, Tiny, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Georgia (OFC), Melissa (OFC-mentioned)
Word Count: 2936
Warnings: language, mentions stalking, death threats, mentions of blood
Author’s Notes: This was written for two challenges: @impala-dreamer One Prompt for All (had to be Dean x Reader, no more than 3,000 words, and the prompt: “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to kill me.”) and @luci-in-trenchcoats AU & Things Challenge (I chose Bodyguard AU). I’m not gonna lie, a lot inspiration for this came from the Whitney Houston/Kevin Costner movie The Bodyguard.
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My girl Meera was so fucking disrespected. you’re telling me, girl left her home to get to where Bran was with Jojen. she was beaten and almost raped by Karl Tanner Craster’s keep. She had to see her brother getting sicker and sicker by day and then had to KILL HIM when he was attacked by white walkers! SHE CUT HIS FUCKING NECK! HER LITTLE BROTHER’S NECK! she then had to live in a frozen cave for MONTHs OR years, only eating moss, also had to see Poor Hodor and Summer die. finally.. she dragged BRAN’S cripple ass across THE FUCKING TUNDRA to take him home! AND ALL SHE GETS IS A “THANK YOU” and gets dismissed just LIKE THAT. I mean.. shit. after he reminded poor Sansa of being raped on her wedding night I don’t know what I was expecting. shit. FUCK!