Wedding night

>wedding night
>rape

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It's possible for a husband to rape his wife, chud.

huh? but she's his wife

Umm you're a tranny

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If a woman consents to marriage, which Sansa did out of her and LF's bizarre plan to retake the north, then she consents to having her back blown out by a manlet on her wedding night.

Marriage doesn't give the husband the right to have sex whenever he wants. She has to consent every time, otherwise it's rape.

>Jump through my imaginary hoops that have only existed for ~50 years

but she is his wife...

Just because it was deemed acceptable in the past doesn't make it right. It was wrong then and it's wrong now.

This lol. This is actually the law in India still, there is no such thing as marital rape there

wasted

Check'd. Rapist CHUDS BTFO.

wasted

she married him on purpose and only got cold feet when her husband brought theon in to watch him take her virginity

check em. rape fags on suicide watch

Based

Holy based sexts of truth

It does give a husband that right actually. They are essentially one person, can you rape yourself? If she spends his money on something dumb is that theft?

BASED
I agree, women should never have been given the right to vote!

It's the wedding night though. It's the one time a wife has to put out.

Imagine being Ramsey Bolton in that rape scene and having to be all like "damn, Sophie, you fuckin' fine, all sexy with your rectangular ass and horrific androgynous monster face. I would totally have sex with you, both my character and the real me." when all he really wants to do is fuck another 16 year old in his dressing room. Like seriously imagine having to be Ramsey and not only stand behind Sophie Turner while she flaunts her disgusting body in front of you, the favorable lighting barely concealing her stretchmarks and sagging ass, and just stand there, take after take, hour after hour, while she bent over offering up her rear. Not only having to tolerate her monstrous fucking visage but her haughty attitude as everyone on set tells her she's STILL GOT IT and DAMN, SANSA LOOKS LIKE THAT?? because they're not the ones who have to sit there and watch her mannish fucking gremlin face contort into types of grimaces you didn't even know existed before that day. You've been fucking nothing but a healthy diet of blondes and supermodels and later alleged rape victims for your ENTIRE CAREER coming straight out of the boonies in Bongistan. You've never even seen anything this fucking disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the sweat that's breaking out on her dimpled stomach as she sucks it in to writhe it suggestively at you, smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to get paid to stand behind her and thrust into her "statuesque (for that is what she calls herself)" beauty, the beauty she worked so hard for with personal trainers in the previous months. And then the director calls for another take, and you know you could kill every single person in this room before the studio security could put you down, but you stand there and endure, because you're fucking Ramsey. You're not going to lose your future acting career over this. Just bear it. Hide her face and bear it.

Nah, you're a homo