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Robb could hear that damn song coming through the headphones--Nickelback, it was always Nickelback--and he couldn’t say why it made him want to shove the headphones off his brother’s head and snap them in half, but snapping everything in half had seemed like a good idea lately. Jon was only the latest to get caught up in his random of line fire. He hadn’t talked to Sansa in days, knew that that hurt her more than he’d like to admit, and he could often hear her come to his door, about to knock and slide into bed with him as she always did after a nightmare, but at the last second, she’d turn away, and Robb was glad for it. He did not want to see anyone, had been angry at everyone for seemingly no reason--except perhaps Rickon, who no one could be mad at. And Jon was easier to be angry with, Jon who had done nothing wrong, who had always had his back, who was taking care of them now when he shouldn’t have to, Jon who Robb could trust to still be there when this all blew over. 

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Accepting † @the-krakens-flayed-wolf​

It is not the first disagreement she and @starkinhisveins Jon have had when it comes to Alana. But it is in fact the most vocal. So much so that it leaves them each retreating to their separate corners, frustrated and angry. Jon is stubborn as a mule–though Sansa has her own stubborn streak and it is not until days later when they finally come together able to discuss things as the rational adults they are. He asks for her trust, assures her he has their daughter’s best interest at heart–emphasizing that Alana is both his and hers despite her parentage since in her anger Sansa might have lashed out and thrown the fact that Alana is hers in his face. She regretted the words the moment they left her lips. But at times the fear within her grew strong and even after all this time she is not quite sure how to deal with it. 

But she does as he asks because she does trust Jon. There is no person she trusts more. It is not until the first time she see’s them together that she understands. Alana is clumsy with a sword and unpracticed at fighting just as Arya had been when they were young. She angers too quickly and while Jon does not put his full strength into the fight, he does not let her off easy. He deflects every blow, anticipates her movements and each time Sansa see’s the rage bubble up within their daughter she watches as Jon address the anger. Show’s Alana that when one fights with rage they make mistakes–then grow clumsy–they lose. He does not just teach her to wield a weapon nor does he just teach her the proper way to hit a man. No, what Jon is teaching their daughter is much more important. In this yard where the clap of wood against wood can be heard both night and day, he teaches Alana Control. Control of her weapon, control of her body and control of her mind.

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AFFECTIONATE:Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection

SEX:Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex

DATES:Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates

WOULD MY CHARACTER..

Marry them? Yes | No Have sex on the first date? Yes | NoConfess their attraction first? Yes | No Have children/adopt? Yes | No Die for your character? Yes | No Cheat on your character? Yes | No Lie to them? Yes | No Cuddle after sex? Yes | No

a really long, but categorized, ask meme ||  @starkinhisveins

Not accepting

Jon’s grey eyes flashed in revulsion as he turned from the flickering flames to cast a wary glare at the lowlife seated across from him ( how had he managed to land on night duty with this ruffian? ) Owyn’s cocksure attitude and lack of HONOR had been a source of rift between them since they’d met— the other man’s former life as a rapist, thief, and criminal famously known— and yet Jon found he could not allow that statement go unchallenged.

“Is that what being a Brother of the Night’s Watch means to you? We promised to be the watchers on the wall, the SHIELDS that guard the realms of men.” His leather-clad hand traveled to his longsword—–fingers closing around the head of the pommel. “We’re meant to FIGHT; not cower from our enemies like cravens.”

The way this boy seemed to ignore the most obvious truths did not annoy Owyn as much as it used to by this point in time. Man had seen his share of naive lads in this life, & one more was hardly something he wouldn’t be able to handle. Still, it proved to him another truth once again — all bastards had some things in common. If it wasn't for Hary possessing the same, equally entitled & foolish attitude, who knows? maybe he wouldn’t be here right now, traveling with his grouchy, yet familiar, &, in a way, reliable companion instead. Owyn would be lying if he claimed, that part of him didn’t wish that was true.

“Aye, we are — and d’ya know what that means, lord Snow?..” A gloating smirk found it’s way on his features, where it belonged & looked more natural than any other kind of expression. “It means that if we’ll die there up North, have some fucking wildling gut us with his spear, or just freeze to death — you know what they’ll be sayin there, the other side of the  Wall?” His eyes turned to where the night’s darkness was thick & cold, torch unable to shine through it. “ ‘So fucking what?’ they’ll say. ‘That was their bloody duty. Who the fuck even cares? Those were just some dregs and bastards. To hell with ‘hem then, ey?’..”