#alayne-stonecoldfox

[thegirlwholookatthesky]

Petyr Baelish & Sansa Stark • “Life is not a song, sweetling.”

“Me and the devil, walking side by side” (x)

[baelishv]

7, 10, 18, 27 for petyr x sansa

7. What do they get up to on a night out?

(I’m not sure I get this right bc im not sure i understood it right jsbdb poor english)

On a night out will wake up every 5 minutes despite her heavy sleep cause she finds every bed (besides her own) uncomfortable as hell, so Petyr at one point just gives up and offers her her pillow too

10. What two songs, two books and two luxury items do they take to a desert island? 

Songs: Froot by MARINA (Sansa) and Via con me by Paolo Conte (Pete); books: a romantic novel for sansa, like “fortune rock’s” by anita shreeve. Petyr will bring some econimic guide like “how to build an economic empire in a desert island for legends only”. Luxury items: a very very very expensive sunscreen cause they dont wanna ruin Sansa’s porcelain skin and also luxury hair conditioner. Cause...Sansa’s hair are more important than food. Yes.

18. When they fight, how do they make up? 

Oh this is a classic, but of course Petyr buys her the most expensive gifts. Sometimes Sansa likes to start fight because she knows he’ll get her want she wants. Petyr knows that too, but what can he do. Of course he’ll buy (literally) her love.

27. Why do their friends get annoyed with them?

They are always so polite and funny to everyone, but every now and then they’ll share shady glances across the table and their friends know they’re judgin them on something, but those two assholes have the best poker faces and they’ll wait till they get home and finally laugh about Harry awful new jacket

[apprenticemockingbird]

alayne-stonecoldfox replied to your post “Also, I don’t even ship it but the Hound protects Sansa a million...”

OH WAIT no dontos isnt attractive and young and noble, SHIT out of luck

If he was in the show, he would be hot as hell though. 

[kryptonians]

your tv tropes are 'good is not stupid' 'adorkable' 'chivalrous pervert' and your 'establishing character music' is rick astleys never gonna give you up

I feel Seen.

I'm getting a "chivalrous pervert" tramp stamp tattoo holy shit.

[shadow13dickpistons]

Top 5 red carpet looks

So poor Connie sent this to me probably a year ago, but hey, it’s relevant again.

Simple, elegant.

I like the implication that I am, in fact, a star.

Doesn’t fuck around.

Jennifer Connelly’s Goblin Queen dress at the London premiere of “Noah.”

[roominthecastle]

@alayne-stonecoldfox replied to your post: I must be the only one in the whole fandom but I…

I agreed with anon honestly, theyre not the only one in the fandom. But I can see why people would want to look at what we are given in the show in the best light we can.

👍

[lilithsaur]

Aaah you're like my fave reylo art blog, you liking my art got me DEAD girl, thankyeew <3

<3<3<3<3

[seriousfic]

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Although Petyr could do a pretty good imitation of a cold sweat when called upon, tonight it was unnecessary. He’d gone out into the rain without his hat for the brief trip from his Studebaker to the club’s backdoor, and the downpour had split a comma of dark hair from his neat part, sent up a few wiry bristles from his pencil-thin mustache. He looked as disheveled as he was supposed to as he burst into the dancers’ dressing room.

One of them, tall and Amazonian and altogether unsuitable as a receptacle for any kind of desire he could imagine, stood there in her underthings, staring at him with an outraged alarm. “What the hell are you doing here, buster? I oughta drum you back out the way you came—“

“Agnes, relax,” Sansa called. She was getting up from her chair at her station on the vanity, looking oh so pretty out of that ridiculous (if aesthetically unimpeachable) shimmer dress, just her lithe little undergarments and her dressing gown closed but hanging open too, like she’d been waiting for him, like she was always waiting for him. “It’s Petyr. He’s here to see me and he wouldn’t hurt anybody. Not a fly. Would you, Petyr?”

“Not unless it were annoying you, my dear,” Petyr said with a queasy smile, and finally gave in to the desire to smooth down his hair and mustache. “Please, I must speak to you. I know you’ll be going on soon, I so hate to interrupt, but I just must talk to you. It’s Boss Tywin. It’s—“

Sansa took his arm, reassuring him with a firm grip and a smile that lit up her face right up to her hair, which seemed to glow like it had forty watts and a need to shame Clara Bow. “Not here,” she said quickly, and altogether more serious than her easy smile and loosey-goosey habille would suggest.