#( robb ; photos )

[dipperscavern]

my pov :3

[richardmaddenblog]

New photo of Richard Madden as King Robb Stark at the Red Wedding in Game Of Thrones.

[grossepointegardensociety]

Promotional Photos l 1.02 "Pests"

[icantalk710]

Thought I'd go give 2004 me--who was so stupefied at how the Yankees blew a three-game lead to get swept by the Red Sox in the ALCS that year (and was first radicalized by it probably)--some closure here now that I'm impartial to baseball 🧦

[Also ft the Anime Zakka store my friend recommended to me, the Riverway IPA I had at the Trillium Brewery I was *hoping* to stop at (see my new get from said anime shop), and the grub I stopped for at a local gay bar which was tasty (alas the delish fries were left unfinished)]

[thefisherqueen]

"Self-censorship was a practical necessity, but it was also part of the process of self-discovery, which makes it doubly unreasonable to accuse writers like Proust or James of failing to support the cause. Far more damage was done by the mutilations and incinerations of embarrassed readers. A diarist might turn his closet into a time-machine, but when it arrived in the future heirs and editors would be waiting to barricade the doors.

Some crude attempts at censorship are easily reversed - hims replaced with hers, and so on - but a great deal of the unread corpus was destroyed forever. Edmund Gosse and the librarian of the London Library organized Symond's papers into a pile in the library garden and set fire to them. Richard Burton's extensive research notes on 'pederasty' were probably destroyed by his widow. Minnie Benson's son Arthur left behind 'a packet of letters of very dangerous stuff' and another packet 'that had to be burned unopened', according to his brother Fred. Edward Lear's papers seem to have been selectively destroyed after his death by the man for whom Lear had harboured a 'twarted, frustrated, impossible love'.

To judge by the large number of known destructions (most presumably went unrecorded), at any moment in the 19th century someone, somewhere, was burning the papers of a homosexual relative. People who were almost certainly homosexual, like Thomas Gray or Thomas Lovell Beddoes, can now have no firm place in the record, especially since the standard of proof demanded of biographers is far stricter for homosexual than for heterosexual subjects. It is almost as if the surviving testimonies to forbidden love were written 2000 years rather than four or five generations ago. Ancient Greek literature and 19th-century confessional gay literature probably survive in approximately the same proportions."

From: 'Strangers. Homosexual love in the nineteenth century', by Graham Robb

Crying a little at the thought of all the queer records we've lost

[gaeapplehairline]

pandora, perhaps?

AnnaSophia Robb.

[postcard-from-the-past]

Château de Robbé and the railway line constructed by the Germans in Guise, Picardy region of France

French vintage postcard, mailed in 1921

[ladystoneboobs]

i call this collection, contradictory quotes from two boys very, very confused about their families, homes, and loyalties.

[wallflowerglitter]

The Carrie Diaries (2013)

The peplum top

[istarteen]

𝖗𝖔𝖇𝖇 𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖘｡⁠☆

[grossepointegardensociety]

Promotional Photos l 1.01 Pilot

[endless-ineffabilities]

✨️jealous modern Aemond who's your fwb✨️ (18+)

for context: they're in law school. the setting is Aemond's room. fwb was Aemond's idea, but he's also the one who breaks the rules and falls first.

✍️ more Aem

You lie on your side on Aemond's bed, absentmindedly thumbing through the pages of your textbook. It's for one of the classes you share with his sister Helaena, who will certainly kill the both of you if she ever finds out about your arrangement.

He has been acting aloof ever since he found out that you hooked up with his friend Robb after last week's party.

And you, bless your oblivious little heart, have no clue as to why. You didn't even make the correlation. You just suspect that maybe he's grown bored of hooking up with you, and soon, you'll no longer be burdened with this secret.

Then he speaks up. "Do you like him?"

"What? Who?" You twist your neck to look at him. He sits near the foot of the bed, attempting to appear busy on his phone. You think he's texting, but he's debating whether to change his home screen to a photo of you two together. He's wondering if you would even care.

"Robb." He can't help but grit his teeth at the name. You're confused as to why he sounds so agitated. They've always been good buddies. They even went to damn prep school together.

In fact, Aemond was the one who introduced you to Robb.

"Well, I hope so. I wouldn't have fucked him if I didn't like him," you remark crassly, thinking it would cause him to smile or smirk or hell, even offer words of solidarity like, I get that.

Instead, he takes it to another direction.

"Is he better than me?"

"I don't know," you shrug the question off, turning back your book. "Never gave it much thought, really."

"Think about it then."

"You're being weird, Aem."

"How 'bout I help you reach your conclusion."

Your bare ass is suddenly exposed to the cool air when he pulls your shorts down. He gives the flesh a good smack, his fingers squeezing the fat on impact.

Before you can ask what the hell's gotten into him, Aemond crawls up behind you, spooning your body.

You feel his digit graze your folds, rubbing at the moisture that starts to pool from your core and spreading it around. His lodges his hardening cock between your legs, and it slides easily due to your precum. He rubs himself against you, shamelessly getting off while his hand creeps up your—his—sweatshirt to fondle your breast.

His mouth is by the shell of your ears, his deep and lustful grunts echoing.

"Fuck me, what's—aghhhh—what's gotten into you, Aem?" you ask, not that you're complaining. It's a more than welcome distraction from criminal law 101.

"Shhh, just... wanna make you feel good, baby. Just take it. Let me—" He finally enters you, and it's as perfect as all the times before. He tilts your jaw toward him with a tight grip so he can steal a kiss, his tongue swiping at your lips, your cheek, and whatever else of you it collides with.

"Yeah, that feels—oh fuck—" You reach back and thread your fingers through his white-blonde hair, tugging slightly the way he likes it.

"Yeah?" He picks up the pace, the schlicking sounds from where your bodies are joined reaching your ears.

"Yeah. Your cock always feels fucking good."

"Just good?"

"Whaddaya want me to say?" you manage, in between all the panting.

"Was he good too?" He sounds needy. Pathetic. It's never a good look for anyone, but for some reason, it's so fucking hot when he does it.

"Aemond—"

"You're mine, baby. Mine." He buries himself to the hilt, before pausing, waiting for your go-ahead.

"Shit, okay."

"Say it." Because it's not enough for him. He doesn't move, keeping you wanting until he gets what he wants. Always been selfish that way.

"I'm yours then. All yours, babe."

It's as if you just uttered the magic words, because he jackrabbits to an extreme, his pelvis snapping against your ass with unrelenting force. His fingers dig into your hips, guiding you right onto his cock. It doesn't take long before he's filling your pussy with his cum. He bites down hard on the crook of your neck, his body giving a euphoric shudder behind you. When he's finished, every drop of pleasure squeezed inside you, he relaxes. He anchors his jaw on your shoulder, resting his head against yours, taking deep breaths to get down from such a high.

His moment of calm is shattered when you rise from the bed and disappear into his bathroom to clean his spend, before it dries into a sticky mess as it drips down your inner thighs.

"I have to go," you tell Aemond nonchalantly. As if he did not just fuck your brains out. Well, if no-strings-attached is what he wants, that's what he'll get. "I have civil procedure in 15 minutes."

"Okay..." He's resigned, until he remembers. "Isn't Robb taking that as well?"

"Uhm, yes, but—"

"I'll come with you," he blurts out, making you regard him as if he released precious brain cells when he ejaculated.

"What? You're not even in this class, Aem."

"I'll sit in. Don't have much to do today, anyway."

"Okay? So go out then. Call Alys up, take her to lunch. Why would you waste your time—"

But he's already at the door. "What are you waiting for? We're going to be late."

He trails you out, pleased that you put your hair up. Robb should see the marks he left blooming on your neck and know not to mess with what's his.

[rheanyraaaa]

Robb Stark Modern Christmas AU Headcannons

here y’all go, some christmas au headcannons for Robb:

Robb is the kind of guy who starts getting into the holiday spirit the moment December rolls. He’s the one insisting on putting the tree up right after Thanksgiving.

He has a box of childhood ornaments saved from Winterfell, and each one has a story behind it. He tells you about the time Bran accidentally broke the angel topper and cried until Robb glued it back together.

He goes all out with lights, wreaths, and even mistletoe strategically placed in your apartment purely for romantic purposes.

Robb loves wearing Christmas sweaters, but he’s more into the classic, cozy ones than the over-the-top ugly ones..

He’s also a sucker for holiday drinks: eggnog, peppermint hot chocolate, mulled wine you name it. He’ll make a habit of brewing something festive while you watch Christmas movies together.

He’s all about family during the holidays. He plans trips to Winterfell (a big country house in this AU) to spend Christmas with the Starks. He gets nostalgic about big family dinners.

He ropes you into Secret Santa with his siblings, warning you that Arya is impossible to shop for and that Jon always pretends he doesn’t care but secretly loves thoughtful gifts.

Robb takes gift-giving seriously. He’ll spend weeks trying to find the perfect present for you, something meaningful and personal. He might even make something by hand if he feels inspired.

One year, he surprises you with a photo album of all your memories together, with little notes scribbled under each picture.

He’s ridiculously easy to shop for, though. A nice scarf or a new book, and he’s thrilled but he’ll act like it’s the best gift in the world.

He loves taking you to outdoor Christmas markets, holding your hand while you browse stalls for trinkets and snacks.

Ice skating is a must, even if he’s a little wobbly at first. He’s that guy who tries to show off and ends up falling, dragging you down with him, but you both end up laughing.

Robb wakes up early on Christmas morning, just like when he was a kid. He’ll nudge you awake, grinning like an excited puppy, insisting that you open stockings together in bed.

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tags!!:

@samieree @maysileeewrites

[kingsmoot]

the 90s au i was envisioning was not gonna be investigation focused at all but thanks to everyone's fantastic contributions i've been rolling around the concept of a very young but slightly older than canon theon (like 25) freshly disgraced and booted out of the force but cashing in his rich cadet friend's pull to maintain a pi license (robb ofc) working on a case that takes him into the seedier parts of the neighborhood he grew up in but never considered home and he meets ramsay who tells him he's on parole and needs to find a stopgap job to cover rent money and he doesn't mind ratting because he doesn't plan to stay here long... he could still be stealing reek's identity too like i can clearly picture a scene of theon running his given details through a database and squinting at the shitty blurry photo on his crt monitor and thinking "huh... i guess he really bulked up in prison?" before confidently taking a swig of the cold coffee and cigarette butts mug instead of the hot fresh coffee mug.

[babybells123]

Do you ever think of how;

“Robb and Sansa and Bran and even little Rickon all took after the Tullys, with easy smiles and fire in their hair.” (Arya, AGOT I)

“The wildlings seemed to think Ygritte a great beauty because of her hair; red hair was rare among the free folk, and those who had it were said to be kissed by fire, which was supposed to be lucky.” (Jon II, ASOS)

“I might get her with child."

"Aye, I'd hope so. A strong son or a lively laughing girl kissed by fire, and where's the harm in that?" (Jon II, ASOS)

(And Sansa II follows where she thinks of having children resembling/named after lost family members)

‘Sometimes she sang in a low husky voice that stirred him. And sometimes by the cookfire when she sat hugging her knees with the flames waking echoes in her red hair, and looked at him, just smiling . . . well, that stirred some things as well.’ (Jon II , ASOS)

‘Sansa could sew and dance and sing. She wrote poetry. She knew how to dress. She played the high harp and the bells.’ (Arya I AGOT)

“She had auburn hair, lighter than mine, and so thick and soft . . . the red in it would catch the light of the torches and shine like copper.” (Catelyn, ACOK VII)

“Her hair was a rich autumn auburn, her eyes a deep Tully blue. Grief had given her a haunted, vulnerable look; if anything, it had only made her more beautiful.” (Tyrion, VIII ASOS).

This is autumn auburn hair: (*note* this photo also appears when you search dark honey hair)

I cant decide whether this is auburn or a dark blonde caramel (and I think it can be seen as both)

‘They look as though they belong together. Val was clad all in white; white woolen breeches tucked into high boots of bleached white leather, white bearskin cloak pinned at the shoulder with a carved weirwood face, white tunic with bone fastenings. Her breath was white as well … but her eyes were blue, her long braid the color of dark honey, her cheeks flushed red from the cold. It had been a long while since Jon Snow had seen a sight so lovely.’ (Jon, ADWD XI)

“She donned silken smallclothes and a linen shift, and over that a warm dress of blue lambswool. Two pairs of hose for her legs, boots that laced up to her knees, heavy leather gloves, and finally a hooded cloak of soft white fox fur.”

….

“When she opened the door to the garden, it was so lovely that she held her breath, unwilling to disturb such perfect beauty. The snow drifted down and down, all in ghostly silence, and lay thick and unbroken on the ground.”

…

“I wish you could see yourself, my lady. You are so beautiful. You're crusted over with snow like some little bear cub, but your face is flushed and you can scarcely breathe.” (Sansa VII ASOS)

“It was the old days she hungered for. Prayed for. But who could she pray to? The garden had been meant for a godswood once, she knew, but the soil was too thin and stony for a weirwood to take root. A godswood without gods, as empty as me. (Sansa VII ASOS)

A sight so lovely = Val with Ghost, cheeks flushed red, clad in all white like snow, sometimes she’s described as having grey eyes but she has blue eyes in this excerpt, bearskin cloak, long braid the colour of dark honey, reference to a weirwood = old gods.

So lovely she held her breath = Sansa clad in a white fox fur cloak (which GRRM has as a figurine), all white surroundings (snow), building a snow castle, face flushed, referred to as a little bear cub, covered in snow, the snow is very romantically coded in this scene as well + there is talk of weirwood trees = Ghost, not to mention ‘ghostly silence’ and Jon reuniting with Ghost in the previous chapter where he also talks of the godswood and weirwood trees.

The connections that Jon makes here are associated with warmth, home, belonging, and Winterfell.

Sansa’s quotes are also rich with themes of home, belonging, and Winterfell where she draws strength from the snow and rebuilds from the ‘ashes.’ Just as Jon in the previous chapter talks of doing.

And “drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover’s kisses…..it was the taste of Winterfell, the taste of innocence, the taste of dreams.” (A dream of spring)

All of these above associations are overtly positive.

Now compare that to….

“The light of the half-moon turned Val’s honey-blond hair a pale silver and left her cheeks as white as snow. She took a deep breath. “The air tastes sweet.”

“My tongue is too numb to tell. All I can taste is the cold.” (Jon VIII ADWD)

I’m not going to say anymore on that.

Dark honey hair:

Light auburn hair:

Copper hair:

You could also interpret the dark honey as actual dark honey i.e

<333

[moonstruks]

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my character fic reblogs !

MCU .ᐟ

tasp!peter! //steve rogers!

bucky barnes! //logan howlett!

wade wilson

⟢ OTHERS ⟢ DISNEY (IDK WHATS MCU ANYMORE I LOST TRACK AT 19) !

steven grant! // matt murdock! // frank castle!

// cal kestis! //anakin //qimir

𓇼 more tags added soon i'm lazy 𓇼

A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE .ᐟ

// photo 2 and 3 creds to @/gameofthronesdaily //

rhaenyra! //aemond! //daemon! //cregan!

jacaerys! // aegon II // harwin! // addam!

robb! //jon!

OUTERBANKS

rafe! //jj! //pope //john b!

DC COMICS (comic, games, live action versions (not ben he can die) everything

bruce!! //dick! //jason!

STRANGER THINGS

steve! //eddie! //jim!

TASK FORCE 141

ghost! //john! //soap! //köing

CRIMINAL MINDS

spencer! //aaron!

GENSHIN IMPACT HAHAHA

neuvi //kazuha //

LITERALLY EVERYONE ELSE HAHAH the

'i dont even go here' tag'

joel miller! // nate archibald! //sam //dean //harry styles HAHAH //art //luke //stiles //roman //harry p //paul a //tangerine //finnick //

(no more pics, limit was 30 :,)!! more tags soon!!)