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ME AND THE DEVIL

ME AND THE DEVIL

you're your mother, sweetling; you sunk your teeth, ragged and sharp into my mother, she let you suck her dry. now you sink your teeth into me, and I'll let you suck me dry.

inspired by this post by @15step

imagine being 11 years old at the westerosi equivalent of a football game and ur moms estranged adopted brother comes up to you, tells you he wanted to fuck ur mom, strokes ur cheek, and then leaves

Always keep your foes confused. If they are never certain who you are or what you want, they cannot know what you are like to do next. Sometimes the best way to baffle them is to make moves that have no purpose, or even seem to work against you. Remember that, Sansa, when you come to play the game

That Sweet Enemy 😘💔

Sansa Appreciation Month - Day 25, Enemies.

The Dreamer | “Life is not a song, sweetling. You may learn that one day to your sorrow” - Petyr Baelish.

GAME OF THRONES (2011—2019)

SEASON TWO, EPISODE ONE The North Remembers

“So tell me, sweetling—why is Harry the Heir?” Her eyes widened. “He is not Lady Waynwood’s heir. He’s Robert’s heir. If Robert were to die…” Petyr arched an eyebrow. “When Robert dies. Our poor brave Sweetrobin is such a sickly boy, it is only a matter of time. When Robert dies, Harry the Heir becomes Lord Harrold, Defender of the Vale and Lord of the Eyrie. Jon Arryn’s bannermen will never love me, nor our silly, shaking Robert, but they will love their Young Falcon…and when they come together for his wedding, and you come out with your long auburn hair, clad in a maiden’s cloak of white and grey with a direwolf emblazoned on the back…why, every knight in the Vale will pledge his sword to win you back your birthright. So those are your gifts from me, my sweet Sansa…Harry, the Eyrie, and Winterfell. That’s worth another kiss now, don’t you think?” — THE VALE PLOT

and i am all for you ⇀

… you, my love, are the future …