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[impala-dreamer]

Whiskey Monday... is it possible that i could trade the alcohol for pot?

I won’t tell if you don’t. Just remember to pass the dutchie on the left-hand side. ;)

[ourglennrhee]

Our family is safe until October now let's begin whining about how we won't see them until October

If I’m being honest I’m so ready for a break, but come next month I’m gonna be missing them so bad lmao

Hopefully Fear TWD will ease the pain a lil, I’m excited for that! 

[eyes-of-a-disney-princess]

ahrya-stark reblogged your post and added:

So this is legitimately one of the best things I’ve ever fucking read Like seriously some of the best smut ever and let me say I have read a shit ton of smut. you are an actual god holy fUCKING hell in a tit bag.

You legitimately just made my year. This is the sweetest thing. And I thank you for that since my motivation to keep writing has been kinda lacking lately.

[purrculiar]

Gods, You’re Stupid

Imagine Jon leaving you to attempt to kill Mance after the wildlings attacked.

Notes: Tbh this sucked and I really don’t even know but I really loved the idea. I just kept imagining it while rewatching the end of season 4 so... It’d be better if a better writer wrote it (no shit) but I mean I decided to just kinda do it.

There’s so many commas lmao how do I even.

This was maybe the coldest you had ever felt, and you had felt real icy temperatures many times before. But this cold didn’t only effect your skin, it didn’t only make your eyes water from the sting of the wind, it didn’t only make your toes numb, it didn’t only make you want to bundle into something warmer. No, you could feel this cold on the inside.

It chilled your bones and made your muscles ache, the kind of cold a fire didn’t help.

Mornings always felt different when you had been awake all night, and you were used to it, but it still left dark circles under your eyes as if you were used to getting your rest.

Castle Black was stained, everything covered in blood. It wasn’t a new look to you, but it still caught you off guard to see the crimson puddles left in so many different places.

The wildlings had attacked last night. The largest portion came from the north, but they had sent enough over the wall already to attack from the south, which made a big dent in the forces at the nights watch.

You had been fighting for a while, imagining you were simply back in time when you would train with Jon, the thought keeping you from panic. Although you weren’t as good as Jon was with a sword, you certainly had skill and you weren’t afraid to brawl with the men. When things had started to die down you turned to helping the injured, which was the main reason they even allowed you at Castle Black; to assist maester Aemon with the wounded.

 So there you were, inside the main hall which was littered with broken things and loose weapons, tending to those who had managed to stay alive.

You still had some armor on, not taking any time away to take it all off, and you sat next to one of the men, his face lost from your mind along with the so many who had died or been hurt. He was unconscious, so you took the chance to deeply clean an arrow wound he had suffered, hoping his being asleep would cover the pain a bit.

You were thinking of nothing in particular, and only reacted to your name being called when a hand was set on your shoulder.

You tensed; standing and turning quickly, your hand on your sword in a heartbeat.

“Relax, it’s just me.” Looking at his familiar and warm eyes, you found yourself exhaling worry that had formed inside your chest from being snuck up on. Jon kept his hand on your shoulder, his hair scattered about and messy, his face painted with bruises and blood. It hurt you to see him like that, he was so tired of fighting, and what hurt you was knowing he wouldn’t have time to rest, no matter how tired.

“Jon” you sighed softly, tilting your head slightly and giving him a sad smile. You already knew he was okay after the battle had ended, but even so it took a weight off your shoulders to see him, to physically be able to touch him.

“You’re okay?” He said, a concerned look lacing into his expression. You gave him a single nod, and he glanced around to see who could see the two of you quickly. He would’ve done it no matter who was watching, but being cautious was a habit of his.

He stepped closer, pulling you into a tight hug. And you smelled the blood and sweat on him, but you didn’t mind it. Your eyelids fluttered shut and you returned the gesture, arms up around his neck and on the tips of your toes to reach your face to his neck so you could feel his skin against yours.

“I wanted to check on you, love.” He stated, pulling away but keeping his hands on your waist. You nodded, being comforted by only his gaze on you.

“I have to go back out to help, though.” He reminded, “I will be back.” The remark was slightly strange. Why wouldn’t he be back? You assumed he was just to help with the bodies outside. But you didn’t worry in that moment.

“I know.” You said, standing tall again to kiss his cheek.

With that he nodded to you again, offering a small smile, and he turned to return outside. You sat down again, soaking a rag in a dish of water and going back to the wounded.

-

“You’re going to kill him?”

“I’m going to try.”

“They’ll never let you within a hundred yards of him. And even if you did, even if you managed to kill him-“

“They’ll kill me?” Jon cut Sam off, “If I don’t go they’ll kill me anyways, kill the rest of us too.”

Jon didn’t turn around to have an actual discussion with Sam until he brought up your name “And what about (Y/N)?” At that Jon stopped and looked him in the eyes.

“They’ll kill her if I don’t go.” A sad look washed over his face. “I have to keep her safe, Sam.” He almost pleaded. If it was a choice of dying to keep you safe he wouldn’t have to think about it for a second, the choice would always be you. The choice, to him, was obvious.

-

“Sam” You called, jogging to catch up to him as you wiped off your blood stained hands on a rag. You had taken your armor off now, replacing it with a simple dress, the only ones you agreed to wear. You had on some warm coats, but only a few because you had been indoors for so long. “Have you seen Jon?” you asked, catching up to him and walking alongside him. Ghost trailed you, panting loudly; he’d been following you even while you were working on the wounded.

Sam gulped, afraid to answer. He kept walking, but you didn’t catch onto his silence at first “I thought he was out to help with the dead.” This time, when Sam didn’t answer your eye twitched and you suspected he knew something unpleasant. You moved in front of him, keeping him from moving forward, and as just as you thought he averted his eyes from your gaze. “He was helping with the dead, right?” You questioned, raising your eyebrows.

“He’s- he’s gone, uh, well…” he trailed off, still not making eye contact.

Your mouth hung open a bit. He wasn’t here.

You inhaled quickly, a mix of rage and worry filling your lungs, and you swept forward, grabbing your knife from your side and setting it snuggly to Sam’s throat, pinning him against the wooden panels.

“Samwell,” You said lowly, listening to Ghost growl behind you from the sudden situation “Where is Jon?” This time, he answered.

“H-he left to kill Mance.” He whimpered out, knowing you wouldn’t hurt him but worried for you.

You furrowed your brows, leaning back and pulling your knife away from him.

“He left?” Sam nodded in confirmation, and you ran your hand through your tangled hair, eyes flickering around while you thought.

You registered exactly what it meant. Jon left, went beyond the wall and into the camp of the hundreds of thousands of wildlings, probably unarmed, and was on a suicide mission to kill Mance.

He was gone.

-

You had heard of Stannis before, but didn’t expect him to visit the wall, bringing with him an army. They poured into Castle Black, filling the main hall and stables. But what was odd was that most of them flooded in from the gates that lead beyond the wall.

You stood in the yard, in front of the creaky contraption that made it possible to get to the top of the wall, watching the men work around and force their way in. Your expression was grim and depressed, it was an instant sign you didn’t want to be talked to at all. Ghost sat right next to you, he had never left your side for a moment. He was the only one you allowed to sit with you anyways. You’d heard what Stannis did, taking control over the wildlings from horseback, and the thought that you might get Jon’s body back crossed your mind, which made your mouth instantly turn sour. You cleared your throat, pretending you didn’t have that thought at all.

You let a small gasp leave your mouth as Ghost bumped into you, running down the stairs and off into the crowd for no reason you could see. You quirked your head, oblivious to why he would suddenly leave you unattended after all this time. But you followed the white haired beast with your eyes, and you saw a mop of curly black hair moving in with the crowd.

First you didn’t want to believe it, just in case it wasn’t him, but after a few seconds of watching you wasted no more time to sprint into the crowd, pushing past people.

Finally when you were close enough you yelled “Jon!”

Movement seemed to stop. Your loud cry didn’t fit in with the murmuring that had been going on, and so everyone stopped, looking to see who broke the regular noise.

A path cleared finally, black cloaks and armored men all moving to reveal him standing there, very much alive.

You gasped loudly, eyes watering as you watched him gape at your figure.

Jon never forgot what you looked like, and any time he couldn’t he longed to see you again, but today he truly thought about your beauty. You stood there, your attention on nothing but him (just the way he liked it), strong and gorgeous as always, your expression softening in a way it only did for him, although it didn’t stay soft for long.

As quickly as you had felt relief, you felt a hot flame light inside you. It found it’s why into your breath, spilling out in short and angry gasps.

And you picked up the access of the plain dress you were wearing so you could take long strides towards him, heat radiating from you. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you as if a hundred archers were all aiming at you.

He didn’t have much time to respond before you were in front of him, and you stopped, giving him a horrifying glare. He opened his mouth, “I-“

You punched him. It wasn’t a slap, no, you punched him in the face. Your shoulder ached from the sudden force and your hand stung from the impact.

Jon stumbled slightly, covering the left side of his face with his hand. He stood back again quickly, the blood from his nose obviously fresh from the other dried blood he had on him, standing out in a brighter red.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You yelled, hands forming fists and nails cutting into your palms

Jon opened his mouth again, holding his hands out to rest them on your shoulders, trying to calm you “I didn-“

You cut him off again. This time though, you surged forward, grabbing around his neck and pulling yourself up with a small jump, legs quickly around his waist.

Again he stumbled, but recovered even quicker, one arm tucked under your own and wound around you to rest on the back of your neck, the other under your butt to hold you up against him.

“Seven hells” He breathed out quickly, the only thing he had time to say before you slammed your lips against his, kissing him furiously.

Whistles arose from the crowd along with laughs, and you smiled into the kiss.

He held you tighter, as if you could slip, and pressed against you with pressure to match yours. You could taste blood on his lips, but they felt just as right as they always did against yours, perfectly working between yours.

After minutes you pulled away, lips swollen from the long kiss. He had the nerve to grin, resting his forehead against you as he continued to hold you. You closed your eyes shortly, attempting to exhale the emotion he had caused you, and then opened them to look directly into his dark eyes.

You breathed out, only loud enough for him to hear,

“Gods, you’re stupid.”

[malewifeharrystyles]

Roses, ink, smiles

Thank you for asking bb 💕roses: what’s your favorite perfume or cologne?I love Chanel no 5 because it reminds me of my mom and is very comforting?? But I wear this tori burch perfume sometimes and it's nice ink: favorite thing you’ve written?Wow I have no idea honestly. I don't really like anything I've written all too much which is pretty sad lolsmiles: who do you go to for comfort?Hmmm usually @ahrya-stark but mostly I just suffer alone lolSEND ME ASKS!!

[impala-dreamer]

Too bad i can't nap for you because i could sleep for literally 12 hours... Sounds like your done drinking, but boy howdy I think Im gonna finish off a blunt or two, kick back with some of your writing. Totally willing to share ;)

hahaha dude, it’s been like ... 12 years... no... 2. no... shit, I don’t remem... Wait. No. Never every done that. nope! Shoo! hehehe 

Whiskey Monday!

[impala-dreamer]

What's your favorite book to reread?

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy Series. 

I have them all in one big book and I may have read it like twenty times. I love it. 

What’s Your Favorite…?

[purrculiar]

Deciding what to wear…

[purrculiar]

Why is it sometimes I can write like a fucking poet and I describe this scene beautifully and it’s perfect

and then I’m on the next scene and I’m just like

tHE sMAl,l bRoWn MOUsE WAS SmALL,, AnD TINY

[purrculiar]

Dating John Murphy Would Include

A/N: I’ll probably add to this because I seriously couldn’t stop coming up with stuff…

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•Hitting on you from the moment you were first on the dropship

•He kept asking what you did to get yourself locked away

•You rolling your eyes in response

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•Him making inappropriate comments about you

•But not letting anyone else make them

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•Playful threats at each other

•”Touch me again and I’ll blacken your eye, Murphy.”

•”Can’t wait to get your hands on me can you, sweetheart?”

•Everyone else around you thinks your banter is entertaining

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•Hickeys 

•Really he just likes his lips  on your neck

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•PDA

•Ass slaps from both of you

•Leaning against him is constant, not even hugging or anything, you just lean your back against his chest in the middle of conversations

•He likes to kiss you in a hungry and possessive way in public, but you also get the sweet and soft kisses when you’re alone

•Making out when you’re supposed to be working

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•Getting his soft side

•You’re the only one he trusts with all his feelings

•Although he still hates it, he’s comfortable crying in front of you •You being his constant motivator and reason to get up, even if he rarely admits it

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•Rough day = rough sex

•Not that you mind

•Someone needs to get you two a soundproof room…

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•Also having some really slow and passionate sex

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•He’ll  go to great lengths to get you to moan

•It’s just his favorite sound

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•Slow dancing with you at random private times

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•Being the only one who can calm him down

•”Hey, Murphy don’t this is like the fifth fight this week!”

•Him slowly backing away from the fight, you pulling on his arm, while staring down whoever he wanted to punch

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•Sleeping together

•At night Murphy loves to have you close. You both sleep tangled in each other’s limbs.

•He gets nightmares a lot and when he doesn’t want to wake you he just leans closer into your sleeping body, nuzzling his face into your neck and inhaling your scent, allowing himself to be vulnerable for a little.

•Or you wake up and sing/hum to him, running your fingers through his hair

•He watches you sleep a lot, it just soothes him to see you so quiet and peaceful

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•He’s terrified of losing you

•Which results in him pushing you away sometimes, but you put a stop it it quickly

•”John Murphy. You will not leave me behind.”

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•Jealousy from both of you

•He doesn’t admit he’s jealous, but he hates when other guys or girls get too close with you.

•You ignore if he teases you for being jealous, but you’ll send anyone who makes a move on him to hell

•He likes when you’re jealous though, he’ll hold you back from a fight while smirking

•”Okay, okay. Come on (Y/N) no need to fight over me.”

[malewifeharrystyles]

28 and 54 (the things called pierogi are actually from my country 😉)

THANK YOU FOR ASKING ILY

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?

@ahrya-stark I’m reluctantly tagging her for a third time but she made dumb comments while we were watching the ring that I would chuckle at

54. Ever eat a pierogi?

Ok. So what country do you live in? I need to move there, and personally shake the hand of every single person from that country. Piergoies are the greatest thing to ever happen to me. They’re possibly the most sacred form of potato besides truffle oil fries and gnocchi to ever exist. Fuck. They’re delicious and I feel very passionately about them.

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[malewifeharrystyles]

17, 1, 3, 30, 33 NOTICE THE WORD CHOICE BITCH, 77, 58 you don’t have to do them all i love you

I LOVE YOU!! It bugged me that you didn’t put these in order tho

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?

@ahrya-stark I’m down if you’re down

(except we were watching the ring together and she disappeared so I’m pretty sure she died)

3. Have you taken someones virginity?

Nope I’ve still got mine so that wouldn’t really work

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

Honestly @ahrya-stark tagging that bitch again but it’s mostly because she has no boundaries and is a little bit too comfortable with literally any subject to ever exist. Also my friend Sela because she gets me

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?

Depends on what they need a second chance for, really. I think maybe everyone deserves one, but maybe not everyone should get one. Does that make any sense?

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks pop?

I fixed it for you bb. Some silly American wrote it.

Also no I drink pop

58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

Yeah sometimes when I’m walking a certain way and breathing a certain way it reminds me of when I was little and would fall asleep while my dad gave me a piggyback ride. Also sometimes I’ll smell things that’ll be super nostalgic but I won’t be able to put my finger on it.

77. Ever been in love?

Puppy love about 800 times a day. Never real love though, still waiting on that one.

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[malewifeharrystyles]

Lace

Thanks for asking!!lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you?Mmmm last night with @ahrya-stark and she's uhhhhhhh the scariest person I've ever met and I love her we're good palsSEND ME ASKS