The Sansa Stark Experience

Absolutely absurd that people give Arthur and John the benefit of the doubt by labeling them complex characters (which they are), but won't extend that grace to INCREDIBLY complex characters like Abigail, Molly, and Mary.

Abigail is strictly a nag, Molly is a rat, and Mary is a selfish woman who used Arthur. Meanwhile, John is seen as a deadbeat who grew from that into a family man. Arthur is a murderer, but he's also kind and generous.

Stop only extending grace to your male favs when the red dead women are just as complex as them.

Just Trevor, Trevving 💅

Battle wounds (just a sketch)

Папа :(

Joel Miller Character Design from Grounded II- Making the Last of Us Part II

Arthur, switching from bitter laughter to the verge of tears, while telling Sister Calderon that he's afraid, with his lips slightly quivering from the attempt to hide his fear, will forever haunt my thoughts.

No Secrets in Restaurants

just some lil story I scribbled half asleep last night. long story short, Joey and Amber were tryna have a private meeting in the walk-in without making anyone think they're onto something dubious. the kitchen staff guessed what they were up to right away, and decided they'd have some fun.

Here at Bistro Huddy they had these walk-in fridges that can be locked from the outside, to reduce theft of ingredients should any occur. Chef Joey has excused himself to one of these fridges "to cool off", letting Ruby take over while the service was slow. After a little while, Amber had joined him. Nico and Pickles were wondering how long the chef and the hostess sneak out for, and, as a sick joke, they gathered around the walk-in like a hungry pair of coyotes, locked it and lowered the temperature without the couple even suspecting it. "Don't worry guys, they'll find a way to keep warm".

Soon enough, Amber felt goosebumps running down her spine as her soft skin was pressed up against cold metal shelves. She broke the kiss and asked, panting heavily and slightly shivering.

"Don't you think it's kinda cold in here?.. "

Joey let out a frustrated groan from having to talk while rock hard. He tried catching his breath, still holding her in his arms.

"Whaddaya mean?.. We're in a walk-in, - of course it's cold."

"I mean I feel like it's a lot colder than it was before..."

"You're imagining things, baby. I don't feel nothin' like that. Besides, you're in a bra. But don't worry, I'll warm you up."

He leaned in for a kiss, but she grabbed him by his stubbly cheeks.

"I'm freezing, Joey."

His speech was slightly slurred with her hand still on his face.

"If you didn't stop we'd be halfway through this right now."

"Just do something about it."

He made a displeased face and moved her hand away from it.

"Fine", Joey fixed his hair and buttoned his chef's coat up before pushing the door open. It didn't give.

"What are you waiting for?" she hugged herself, trying to keep warm.

"The door won't open", he pushed it again with a little more force.

"I'm literally gonna kill you if you're messing with me!"

He felt his blood flowing back up and patience running short, and a vein popped on his temple: he was already getting the idea of what was the case here. He pushed the door with a full force, and still nothing happened.

"Joey!", she exclaimed, ready to have a fight with him.

"I ain't messing around, Amber, the door is locked!"

"Oh my god! This is not funny!"

Amber started dressing up promptly, afraid that they might be stuck in the freezer.

Joey had his ear to the door.

"I'm not laughing. But I bet these assholes are having a great fucking time right now!"

He heard faint laughing from the outside, and profane noises likely coming from Nico and Pickles. Joey was banging on the door, all the while cursing his subordinates out left and right. They obviously opened it almost as soon as Joey asked, or rather, ordered them to. They were losing their minds cackling like idiots and holding their bellies, except for Ruby - the only person not interested in her coworker's affair.

Him and Amber didn't appreciate their sense of humor. The embarrassed hostess ran out of the kitchen covering her face, while Joey was berating the cooks for the prank they pulled, his face painted red from anger and shame for being figured out so fast by the kitchen.

Terry came along, asking them what all the fuss is about, and they all mumbled "Nothing" in chorus. Once he left, Joey carried on yelling at them and calling them out on every little detail that "pissed him off" throughout the service.

Joey went to the host stand at one point and tried cheering Amber up.

"Those guys are jerks, Amber, you know how they are sometimes", he said softly, with a hint of an apology in his voice. She looked defeated, and he felt sympathy for the way he made her feel.

"Whatever."

"Look, I shouldn't have asked you to come, alright? I'm sorry."

Amber was looking down on her hands, fiddling with them, trying to calm herself; she clearly wasn't looking for his excuses right now.

"I swear I could kill them right now."

He grinned at her remark.

"Oh, I'll take care of it, angel. Don't you worry", Joey promised her, and gently pinched her nose, reaching over the counter. She raised her eyes at him and smiled slyly in return.

When he came in, everybody was quiet. Only the sizzling of the meat and clicking of the tongs interrupted the silence.

Rest of the night chef was seen working with a moody face, barking out orders louder than usual and making other's lives miserable.

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STUPID DRAWINGS!!!!!!!!! BALD MICHEAL!!!!!!!!!!! AARRRRRGGGGGHH!!!!!!!!!!!

This is as annoying as a rock stuck in a boot thanks for speaking the truth finally thank you thank you

Some mfs in rdr fandom be like:

*Arthur being nice to random npc, in and out of gang*

Them: Awww, they're cute! Let's ship them

*Charles shows on the screen for a 0.00001 second in few kilometres near Arthur*

Them: They're in love, let's ship them, they're canon

*Arthur and Mary interaction, past lovers with an interesting story and literally look at eachother with guilty&loving eyes*

Them: ..She used Arthur, she doesn't love him 🙄

FUCKING CHILLSSSZSXZSZSZZ

George R.R. Martin holds the first new dire wolf born in 10,000 years.

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