#master manipulator

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[itsmythang]

Imagine the outrage if Americans in US craft were sunk without warning in international waters.

Imagine the outrage if a democrat had done all this. The hypocrisy by the right is astounding.

It doesn't matter what you believe or not believe, but trump is a demon from the lowest depths of hell. Just like any demon, he comes to lie, steal, kill, and destroy. If he were allowed to have executions, he would, and he'd enjoy them.

It seems laws no longer have meaning in America, unless you are Black or Brown or poor… each day we are seeing all types of MAGA criminals along with MAGA Republican leaders violate laws, the Constitution, and there is no accountability… the USA looks more like Russia each day! Lies, deceit, and corruption are the American values now. Cruelty to others is applauded by so-called Christians now. They have always done their chit, but at least not in front of faces. Our media reports about boat killings, purchased pardons, their lies upon lies upon lies, and anything they do, like they are reporting rain for the next day's forecast.

[wintergirlantics]

Gabrielle you are a master Manipulator I want to put her and Armand in a box together and see what happens when I poke them with sticks

[sweetfairy1blsideblog]

Promise you won’t fight anyone again. I’ll worry. Why? Because I like you a lot too.

[unicornedup]

she used to be my opp || mutuals? I follow back

show: My little pony

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[agentrouka-blog]

Hello, Agent Rouka! ☺️

I’d like to ask if you could share some of your favorite moments of Sansa outwitting Tyrion?

As always, thank you for your time!

I'm not sure we have too many moments of her outright outwitting him, but these two immediately came to mind.

After he rescues her from the kingsguard in the throne room:

 He hopped down off the window seat and said, "You may sleep here tonight. I'll give you some of my own men as a guard, some Stone Crows perhaps—" "No," Sansa blurted out, aghast. If she was locked in the Tower of the Hand, guarded by the dwarf's men, how would Ser Dontos ever spirit her away to freedom? "Would you prefer Black Ears? I'll give you Chella if a woman would make you more at ease." "Please, no, my lord, the wildlings frighten me." He grinned. "Me as well. But more to the point, they frighten Joffrey and that nest of sly vipers and lickspittle dogs he calls a Kingsguard. With Chella or Timett by your side, no one would dare offer you harm." "I would sooner return to my own bed." A lie came to her suddenly, but it seemed so right that she blurted it out at once. "This tower was where my father's men were slain. Their ghosts would give me terrible dreams, and I would see their blood wherever I looked." Tyrion Lannister studied her face. "I am no stranger to nightmares, Sansa. Perhaps you are wiser than I knew. Permit me at least to escort you safely back to your own chambers." (ACOK, Sansa III)

He even studies her face and yet he ends up buying it completely and praising her for how smart she is. (She is, more than you know, Tyrion.)

Much in the same vein, after they are married:

He had become accustomed to his wife's nightly devotions. She prayed at the royal sept as well, and often lit candles to Mother, Maid, and Crone. Tyrion found all this piety excessive, if truth be told, but in her place he might want the help of the gods as well. "I confess, I know little of the old gods," he said, trying to be pleasant. "Perhaps someday you might enlighten me. I could even accompany you." "No," Sansa said at once. "You . . . you are kind to offer, but . . . there are no devotions, my lord. No priests or songs or candles. Only trees, and silent prayer. You would be bored." "No doubt you're right." She knows me better than I thought. "Though the sound of rustling leaves might be a pleasant change from some septon droning on about the seven aspects of grace." Tyrion waved her off. "I won't intrude. Dress warmly, my lady, the wind is brisk out there." He was tempted to ask what she prayed for, but Sansa was so dutiful she might actually tell him, and he didn't think he wanted to know. (ASOS, Tyrion VI)

He's so self-satisfied. Once again, he buys it completely and almost gets how smart she is. The dutiful little wife who would definitely NOT tell him what she hopes for in the godswood.

I love how much Sansa scrapes by on sudden impulses. She has so little trust in her own judgment, after she was so deceived by her image of what the world was supposed to be, that very often she is almost ambushed by her own instincts to take action, to intervene, to take charge, or to effectively lie.

She's much more confident in displaying her ability to reason back at the Trident when identifying Renly, and we see her return to that confidence a little more in the Vale, so there's every hope she will be less at the mercy of suddenly blurting out the right thing to say. If her dance with Harry is anything to go by, she's well on her way.

[kingloablog]

It's YOUR brain, it's YOUR mind, you can control what you think whenever you want. Don't let yourself be defeated, take a deep breath and show this bastard who's boss.

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