Mr. Darcy Is The Original Depressed Elf Nightmare Man

Mr. Darcy is the original Depressed Elf Nightmare Man

GURL...SAME

Tyrion Lannister is my husband

For the AU I am his ancestor so I respect you

But out of this AU

I WILL FIGHT FOR TYRION

Like y'all missed my Peter Dinklage era last year - watch Cyrano

Tyrion is my favorite fucking character

I love him so much

He is the reason I wrote a GoT fic that will never be posted bevause that was for my eyes only

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tyrion Lannister/Sansa Stark Characters: Tyrion Lannister, Sansa Stark Additional Tags: Ficlet Summary:

Light and playful fluff that takes place in a Post Season 8 world where Tyrion is in the North on a "diplomatic" visit.

Love this so much. Everything about it. The gesture, the line work, and the expression on the cat's face. Chef's kiss.

Red Keep if Otto brought 100 cats a little earlier and everyone got a friend💙

You hit the nail right on the head

What is the snow white situation?

> be peter dinklage. talented awarded actor with a history of groundbreaking representation for disabled people in acting

> speak up about ableism in the industry based on your own lived experience with it (specifically in this case, about snow white live action)

> the industry punishes disabled actors to turn public opinion against you (Disney decided not to hire actors for the parts of the dwarves and have them all be cgi after dinklage spoke about it)

> studio (that actually has power to decide) takes no responsibility for anything. no one blaming Disney.

> everyone blaming you, the disabled actor who spoke up about ableism for "taking the ladder from beneath you" in the most disgusting deranged ableist language possible

> you and other disabled people hear the message well enough (you need to shut up)

> Disney happy ✨

Reblogging myself cause I wrote something after a writers block of epic proportions.

The Minx Working on a little Post Season 8/Sansa and Tyrion one shot to get back into the writing spirit. I am going to just post the story here. It is on Ao3. Just a little fun romp/ snippet.

The Minx

Tyrion pinned Sansa to the featherbed. He straddled her, holding her down with his his weight and gripping her by the wrists, as he moved his face closer to her, his green eyes sparkling mischievously.  Perched above her he looked down at her playfully with a boyish half smile, the dimple on his cheek adding to the roguish effect. 

“You have been very mischievous sweetling”

“Have I,” she asked coyly

He squeezed her wrists as a bit of a warning. “You are being quite defiant now, though you are pinned down and completely at my mercy.”

She pretended to struggle, “And what will you do with your prisoner?

A boyish smirk lit up his face, “There are plenty of ways to punish you.”

He leaned down to whisper in her ear “You will not be walking straight for a week.”

She shivered as the richness of his voice seemed to stir something within her.  Tyrion quirked an eyebrow at the effect his words seemed to have on her.  It was very arousing watching the desire in her eyes.  He began to place small kisses along her neck and collarbone, smiling against her neck as he heard her whimper softly.

“You are a complete minx.”

She giggled, squirming around on the bed. 

“You should truly let me go, I am weak to your machinations.”  He pulls her close, hugging her from behind. 

“You should have thought of this before you did what you did.”

He was enjoying this cat and mouse game.  He continued to tease her, pressing his body against her back, slowly moving his hands down to her waist with a touch so light that she almost thought she imagined it.  

Sansa closed her eyes feeling the heat pooling within her, feeling a stirring that almost tempted her to turn around and take him into her arms again. Sensing her weakness he continues to caress her skin.  Sansa turns around, unable to resist any longer.  She pulls him closer. He slides his hands around to cup her bottom, pulling her closer.