#lathwell55

[penthony]

lathwell55 replied to your post: I want to cry because I want this particular fan...

Oooh that’s meee! Lol! Thanks luv! Glad you enjoyed it!

OMG that’s you!? You’re so talented, holy crap. 

This is probably going to sound creepy ,and I hope it’s not taken as such, but I literally read all of your works on Sunday - that’s why i had all the tabs open. Your capture of them is fantastic, and I honestly LOVE your writing and ability to paint a scene/story. SO THANK YOU! 

[penthony]

lathwell55 replied to your post: I’ve read at least 10 jonsa fan fics today and...

I call that a good day!

omg it’s been a fucking wonderful day. I’ve got “i will go down with this ship” stuck in my head, and life is good. 

[nyangibun]

I want to see Jon really struggle and fail at keeping his unbrotherly feelings towards Sansa in check 😜

Hell freaking yeah ;D!!!

I mean the boy is already struggling, so it can only get worse. At least I hope so. 

Just kiss her, Jonny boy. Do it! Or just give me all of the unrestrained eye-fucking, forehead kisses and casual hand-holding. 

[sardoniyx]

lathwell55 replied to your photo:

Oh my GOD! This is amazing!!!!! @kittykatknits has got a really good poldark au series on AO3 too!!   

thank you!!! ooohh i’ll be sure to check it out, i haven’t seen the show but i definitely could read a fic ;)

[jeeno2]

For the 'give me the first line' ask - Jon's mouth went dry, he'd never seen a sight like it. 😄👍💕

Jon’s mouth went dry, he’d never seen a sight like it.

It took him a long moment of silently staring at the small horde of guys standing around the buffet table before he found his voice.

“Are those… all your brothers?” he asked – because while Sansa hinted she had a big family when she invited him to this reunion, she never said her brothers could form their own basketball team.

Sansa bit her lip, clearly trying to stifle a smile, and said, “A couple of them are actually cousins,” she admitted, gentle amusement evident in her tone, “but only half my actual brothers are even here yet.”

“Oh,” Jon said, eyes wide.

She pecked him on the cheek. “They’re going to love you,” she murmured in his ear; and he swallowed, hoping she was right.

send me the first sentence of a fic and I will write the next five

[rafecameron]

@lathwell55 always in the mood for jonsa! I'll go check them out thanks!

[myrish-lace-love]

Another one for your prompt thingy (feel free to ignore me - I have far too many prompts in my head and you'll prob regret being open for them and beg me to stop! Lol Anyway.... Pyjamas really are underrated when it comes to arousing attire.

Sansa was sitting onthe couch this morning, wearing a white tank top and fleece pants with heartson them, a tiny line creasing her forehead as she tried to wrap up her essay.

Jon knew he shouldn’t botherher, not when she had a big project to finish for her boss, who let’s behonest, was a little bit of a dragon, but she looked so tantalizing he couldn’thelp walking over and brushing her hair away from her neck.

“Jon don’t, not now,” she murmured, distracted but sounding pleased nonetheless, and it encouraged himto bend down and kiss that particular spot behind her ear that made her gasp.

“Jon…” Sansa was breathing faster now, and Jon slid onto the couch next to her, gathering her upin his arms, savoring how warm she was as he nuzzled her neck.

“You’re beautiful likethis, sweet girl,” he said, and when she turned to him, incredulous, he cut offher “Jon, they’re only pyj-“ with a hungry kiss as he cupped the back of her head,determined to show her just how enticing fleece pants and a tank top could be.

[dialux]

lathwell55 replied to your post “so today was a fucking mess”

Sending virtual vodka through t'interwebs!! Sounds like you need it! ��

@lathwell55 thank you so much! really needed that yesterday!