#HI REVERSE ELSA ANON

[dipperscavern]

"and its the need for him to breed me" IM CRYINF ACTUALLY CRYING

no its okay its okay i'm right there with you

cregan stark x breeding me collab WHEN

- 🔄❄️

IM SORRYYY I CANT HELP MYSELF

tbh. cregan stark x making him a father when?! (all day everyday)

[il-predestinato]

LOVE LOVE love your series with "set my midnight sorrow free" and the sequel fic! in your comments you said you want to write more lestappen (PLEASE DO!!), wondering what are your top 3 or 5 plots or ideas you migh want to write!! thank youu again for sharing your writing!

Thank you so much, kind anon! ♥️ Honestly, I really want to find the time to write all of these, but it's going verrrry slowly. These are the Lestappen pieces I'm trying to find time to work on:

1. Modern fairytale AU: Set in current F1 season, but magic is real. Max has the pettiest fairy godmother team principal. Christian gets all pissy at Charles for some reason ("stupid demon child crashed on purpose to get pole in Monaco... that pole belongs to Max!") and goes all evil stepmother on him.

Christian tricks Charles into eating a poisoned apple banana, or maybe pricking his finger on a wheel nut - and BAM - Charles is now Sleeping Beauty; Christian denies everything. Ferrari is devastated. And Max... well, he's fucking pissed. That's his crush rival and how DARE someone do this. He's hellbent on reversing the curse... but there's only one way: TRUE LOVE'S KISS (it's a fairytale, okay?).

But like who the fuck is Charles's true love?? Ensue hilarity as Max tries to get a bajillion people to kiss Charles. Like he tries EVERYONE: former teammates/team principals/one-night stands/family... ("Just fucking do it!" "Max, you realize I'm Charles's brother?!" "SO WHAT? REMEMBER ELSA AND ANNA?")

It's all futile. Max is becoming deranged (and jealous b/c everyone is kissing Charles... esp those who try to linger), Charles is doomed to stay in a coma forever - except wait, Max is the only one left who hasn't tried to kiss him yet... (from the beginning, he's ruled himself out; "Oh, Charles hates me, and I definitely hate him... I'd be the last person.") Whatevs, fuck it, he’s desperate and goes for it...

2. Retirement fic/Future fic: Probably a sequel to "set my midnight sorrow free". Based on Max saying he wants to race 10 or 15 years with Charles. Inspo song would be "Long Live" by Taylor Swift (seriously, check out the lyrics - this is Lestappen's retirement song).

Just over 10 years (but not quite 15) into it all, they're already living legends, each with a couple of championships - maybe Charles is leading by one at this point. Prime of their fucking career, no signs of slowing down, going for Lewis's records, shooting disgusting heart eyes at each other.

Penultimate race of the season, they're head to head in the championship, when it happens: Charles suddenly feels lightheaded, forces his car off track to avoid a worse crash, hits the wall hard. Massive medical emergency: red flag, he's pulseless, CPR starts, airlifted to hospital, where he's resuscitated. Cause found to be underlying cardiac arrhythmia, or maybe dilated cardiomyopathy... gets fitted with pacemaker +/- ICD, but he can't race ever again; it's his life vs. racing. He retires, convinces Max to finish the final race (Max does and wins the world championship... it's more bitter than sweet).

Max goes on to race for 1-2 more seasons, ends up surpassing Charles in # of world championships. Charles still travels to every race - Max REFUSES to leave him at home (he won't admit it, but he's fucking terrified that Charles will fall asleep and not wake up, he develops a bad habit of waking up in the middle of the night just to make sure Charles is still breathing... it's angsty but sweet too). Winning just doesn't feel the same without Charles on the track, that pure love for racing has faded, so he too retires before his time. Just like that - two legends gone but never forgotten, and the sun has set in paradise. They didn't get 15 years, but they'll get the rest of their lives, so... no regrets.

3. Soulmates AU (aka. Max Verstappen’s relationship with the colour red over the years): You can see every colour except for the colour that belongs to your soulmate (e.g. their favourite colour, or the colour that represents them/means the most to them) until you kiss your soulmate for the first time. So Max has never seen the colour red - it looks like a dull grey: sunrise, sunset, fire, apples, Ferrari, the colour of Charles’s racesuit. Red sucks, okay? Worst colour ever. Stupid soulmate.

He’s tries kissing a few people who might be the ONE - nope, nada. (”Lando, maybe we’re soulmates.” “WTF, how would that work if neither of us can see red?” “Fuck, I don’t know, just kiss me.” Yeah, they’re dumber than a bag of rocks, until Lando discovers that Carlos is the reason he couldn’t see red... poor Max is still alone.) Meanwhile, Charles is obnoxious in his red ugly grey racesuits, red ugly grey caps, and red super fugly grey Ferrari, but he’s the only thing distracting Max from how lonely he feels, while everyone else is finding their soulmates left and right.

Except there’s so many hints but he’s a dumbass...little hints, like Charles reading the label when asked to pass the blue marker, or that Ferrari hourglass challenge where he calls his own eyes yellow instead of green. ‘Cause blue is Max’s colour - the colour that Charles can’t see. Max is falling for him anyway, but in the moment before they’re about to kiss, he has a lightbulb moment and it dawns on him - all those little hints. He KNOWS that it’s Charles even before they kiss. (“I’m about to change how you see the world.” “Wow, Max, can anything contain your ego?”) They close their eyes, kiss, and open their eyes to a whole new world - it’s fucking disgustingly beautiful. Red? Best colour ever.

Oh wow... sorry, had a stroke, went full-on word diarrhea. 😂

[dipperscavern]

DADDY IS BACK FOR THE S2 FINALE 👫😇

i can't wait to see the man, the myth, and the legend being all sexy and bending the knee to the rightful queen. YES rhaenyra only recruits baddies 🤷‍♀️

"go cregan go" we all say in kris jenner fashion

- 🔄❄️

DADDY IS BACK!!!! and if we get bearded cregan too… NGH~!!! okay i’m sorry wait no i’m not i just lied to your face ok put me down

we are gonna have a BALL with his combined 6 minutes of screen time… OH YEAHH!!!!!!

[dipperscavern]

just realized i sent in my last anon with "envokes" vs. "invokes" fucking fuck please ignore this mishap

the lust for cregan was so powerful i couldn't check for typos before SMASHING the "ask" button 🤷‍♀️

- 🔄❄️

it’s the way i didn’t even notice. i think i just read the name “cregan” and blacked out

[dipperscavern]

"i need to make cregan a father"

THIS 👫🤰👩‍🍼

cregan is so father. like he's got his shit together. he's a calm man. he's so damn loving. loves his sweet wife and loves his little pups :((

we need to talk abt father cregan as much as possible. unfortunately i need to hear every thought in your soul abt this

- 🔄❄️

REVERSE ELSA ANON MY LOVELY !!! the way you read my tags ur such a silly goose

okay buckle up i’m so ready let’s talk about it. cregan is so father material. he’s secure, loving, attentive, calm, and he has his shit together. he’s an authority figure who’s comfortable leading and is used to taking charge & making decisions. he would make such a good father.

like, i can see you not even planning to have kids soon, but then you meet cregan and it all changes. cause you truly have no worries. you’re safe, you’re secure, you have a husband who looks at you like you hung the moon & the stars themselves… a big warm castle (with a big warm husband), ladies in waiting, and masters at arms to train them when they come of age….. literally every resource you could ever want. and it’s all at your disposal.

and even more, you want to make him a father. want to give him a babe. and he wants it even more (hooray!!!!!)

he’s so attentive and doting throughout the pregnancy :(( patient with your mood swings, holding your hair back when you get sick, not eating food that you suddenly can’t stand to be around (the smell makes you shiver in disgust). he’s there for you when your body changes, there when you just don’t feel good/right, and he’s also there when you do. when you’re all smiles and resting a hand on your growing stomach as you stroll the godswood with him.

is there during the entire birth IDGAF!!!! FIGHT ME!!! COME CATCH FHIS FADE okay what the hell is wrong with me just ok

anyways, he’d fetch the maesters/midwives for you when your water breaks (or send someone else if u wanted him close). he’d be there as you labor, helping out where he could — even if it means letting you squeeze his hand so hard it turns purple (he’s not pulling away). i think he’d start out not in the birth room (as per tradition) but the MOMENT he hears you asking for him he’s coming. on his way before you can even finish your sentence. god help the poor soul that tries to keep him away from u

after the babe (or babes) (he refers to them as the pups) were born he’s not letting you lift a finger postpartum. gets up with you during the middle of the night when they cry. as they get older, carrying them around on his shoulders. teaching them to ride a horse, grooming them for rule, training them with a sword etc. sometimes they act out, but as soon as cregan leaves and lord stark enters the room they’re turning their brain on & straightening RIGHT UP

would stare at them all the time, and stare at you. would be in adoration of you, almost keeling over at the idea that you gave him that. you gave him life and beauty because you love him and you wanted to. he just thinks you guys are the prettiest things to walk this planet.

[dipperscavern]

reading the father cregan most has made me feel things ?? my womb is empty ?? and waiting for cregan ??

ALSO KISSES i will always read your tags. they are the favorite parts of my day, in addition to when you post. notifications stay ON.

climbing up the walls with more thoughts of father cregan 🤠 (gods be fucking good, this does sound like a convent. hi sisters!) 🛐

i digress. as we have well established, cregan is a lovely father. he's patient. he's a leader. and he's got that stark loyalty and determination to protect what he loves. which is you and your little pups. (ur so right. he only refers to them as pups.)

i imagine that when your water breaks, you are squeezing this man's hand to the point of bone breakage. pleading with him not to leave. so when the maesters come in and settle you, they look at cregan, expecting him to leave the room - per tradition. one of them, maybe the youngest, starts speaking. "lord stark-" and cregan shuts that shit DOWN ☝️ "your lady stark does not wish it." and everyone knows to shut up and listen when it comes to lord and lady stark.

he is absolutely the type of lad to pick your kids pups up as they climb all over him. once in a post, you described his back as burly enough to sled on and your kids are determined to test that. HELP CAN we actually picture cregan's velocity sliding down a hill like 😐 while his kids are giggling, sliding on his back. hi! hello!

he tells your kids stories of the north in that rugged god-sent accent as he tucks them in for bed. will probably sneak out with them in the night to go get lemoncakes from the kitchen. he gives them cute little fur cloaks to wear, with the house stark embroidery. THIS IS SO CUTE I AM GOING TO SOB

holds them during his meetings. could literally be planning to go to battle or smth, and one of his kids comes in. he just puts them on his lap before continuing with battle strategy. he was just meant to be a dad. he's so giddy about it. so in love with you, and grateful that you gave him this. you gave him chubby little pups running around the castle, hands up in the air reaching for you both. he just wants more :((( crawling at your feet, in your arms, and more in your belly.

i fear i'm going to crash out if i continue. (will definitely be continuing with more asks later. ✊️)

-🔄❄️

REVERSE ELSA ANON HERE TO GRACE US ALL AGAIN !!! yes pls continue later arF ARF ARR ARF

u read my tags….. stop ily. notifications on too i am truly honored. ANYWAYS… SISTERS SISTERS GATHER ROUND. GATHER ROUND FOR FATHER CREGAN

you are so right btw. because when your water breaks, that’s when it all becomes real to you. yes, you want this babe out, but birth is a scary, painful thing. hearing the stories of men choosing to save the babe instead of the mother (i glance to viserys), or of men being done with their wives after they do their duty has only heightened your worry in having to go through it. cregan would never do that to you, you know this, but the thought is a scary one, and it lingers nonetheless. it doesn’t help that the rational side of your brain isn’t in charge right now. you’re afraid.

so when cregan goes to leave and fetch the maesters, you, not usually one to make demands — find yourself almost yelling one.

you both stand rooted to your spots, looking at the fluid on the floor. he was trying to help you into bed, but apparently your pup had other plans. you’re momentarily paused, cregans arm around your waist, hand enclosed in yours while facing the bed. shock hangs in the air as both you realize what this implies. he moves to remove himself from you.

“I will fetch the—“

“No!”

your tone of voice stops cregan in his tracks. has his brows pinching not in their usual hardness, but concern. he had hardly begun to turn away before you reached for him. he tilts his head to look at you, your own dropped down, gaze fixed on the floor. you look at him, a mix of so many emotions on your face cregan could not begin to name them all. you have a hand over your stomach, the other firmly clasped over his arm.

“Do not go. Please, Cregan. I’m afraid.” he’s never heard you like this before. fearful. you mistake his worry for refusal.

“Please— I ask this of you—“

“You need only ask once.” he reassures.

you sigh, relief flooding your veins at cregan heeding your request. it’s tradition for the husband to remain outside of the birth room, but you’re not sure you can do it without him. cregan only pulls you closer, shouting the name of your sworn sword that has been made to accompany you everywhere since the late terms of your pregnancy. the knights response is instant, opening the door with a hand on the hilt of his sword.

“My Lord.”

“Fetch the maesters, Ser. The babe is coming.”

the knight only hesitates with shock, before bowing with the ghost of a smile on his face and running to do as commanded. the entire castle has been waiting on your pups arrival, you both included.

eventually, the maesters arrive — and in tow with them, an army of midwives and your usual ladies in waiting. cregan stands at the foot of the bed, far enough to be out of the way, but close enough to be at your beck and call. they’re attentive, maesters setting up their various herbs & medicines as your ladies in waiting prepare the room itself, your midwives attuned to your every move.

one of the youngest maesters, new in his craft, looks at cregans unwavering form with hesitation. he swallows, and begins to speak before one of the elder maesters can stop him.

“My Lord, it is tradition—“

“Your Lady Stark does not wish it,” he says, looking at the young maester. “So it shall not be.”

the man only nods, returning to his work with his head low. the other people in the room, who have served under cregan for years, know when lord & lady stark come out to quiet themselves & get to work.

the labor is long, and the birth difficult, but cregan is there every step of the way. eventually, hours upon hours later, your pup enters the world — kicking and screaming.

“A boy, Lord Stark!”

cregans heart skips a beat. a boy. an heir.

before you know it you have three. two boys, and one girl. cregan melts into the father role like he was made for it, and every time you get the gift of watching him interact with your kids, you get more and more convinced it is so.

watching them hang off his back, giggles falling from their lips, stretched in a wide smile as his much larger arms come to support under their legs. the view of it from behind makes you laugh, each & every time. cregans back almost swallows your kids whole, their tiny frames dwarfed in comparison. even so, he handles them with a gentleness most wouldn’t expect from the wolf of the north. alike to how you might handle a butterfly landing on your fingertip, or the delicacy used to handle newborn foals.

cregan verses them in the culture of the north, along with its stories. tales of vampire direwolves, the old gods & weirwood trees, and the stories cregan himself was told as a child. he’s careful to not scare them too much, but sometimes, other people can get carried away. a guard or one of the men on his council letting a frightening tale about the others slip, resulting in them asking to sleep with you and cregan for the night. of course, you oblige every time, generous in your reassurances that the others are no match for Ice — or for their father.

your daughter has him wrapped around her finger. pleas of staying up just a little longer, or riding just down that trail are almost always obliged. he can’t help it, when she looks up at him with those big pleading eyes of hers — the ones that are akin to yours. asking him sweetly if they could please check for any leftover lemon cakes. it’s late, she should be asleep, but cregan can’t help himself. opening the door in a way so it won’t creak, hushing her giggles and buying the cooks silence as they get a late night snack.

and yeah, when one of his pups stumble into the council meeting, he doesn’t turn them away. he picks them up to slot them on his lap, and the stern look on his face is all they need to see to know to be quiet if they want to stay. he could be planning anything — from a hunt, to going to the winter town himself to take care of a group of men intent on causing havoc. it could lead to bloodshed, but your kids don’t seem to hear that part, just content being with their father.

cregan wouldn’t trade this life for anything. he loves his pups, and he’s so in love with you. passing by each other during the day, and cregan always stops you, pulling you to him to slot his lips against yours — no matter how busy he is. he can’t help it, you’re just so lovely, and you’ve given him so much. he thinks of you every time he looks at your pups, and he feels his heart skip a beat in his chest. seeing your pups throw snowballs at each other, and he can’t resist, pulling you close & bending to connect your lips with his. you melt into him every time.

[dipperscavern]

reverse elsa anon onto something…..

broad, lumbering bodies like cregan’s run common in the north, are needed in the north if you want to stay warm, alive, keep others alive.. though in adulthood it can become a liability; always clipping doorways, so impossible to say unseen, needing more food, always waiting for a bigger, stronger horse to come along. it stops being noteworthy to cregan, but these are the thoughts that come up when others express envy. he doesn’t think too much of it most of the time.

but you… seeing the way you stare at his paws hands, watching his shoulders move through a room, blinking up at him with an open mouth, realizing you take some strange enjoyment in his size, ohhhhhhh… oh that changes things.

he wants to be strong for you now. wants to stay this way. ONLY GETS WORSE ONCE HE’S IN BETWEEN YOUR LEGS. you clawing at him, can barely get your hands around his back, knees and feet pushing against him to CLIMB him, get closer, tug at him harder, the way you sigh and tremble when he presses you down, covers you completely in his body… oh boy that ignites something. and your wedding night, when he’s pushed every lord and lordling away, and you’re there, wide-eyed and new, looking at him as if to say ‘you won’t fit, i’m not made to open for that’. WELL!

being able to block you from wind, haul you upon his shoulders and in his arms, swallow your hips and hands and face in his palms, just completely envelop you in his grip, IT DOES SOMETHING TO HIM. always wanting to be near you, on you, in you… big bear man instincts kick in: Must Keep Wife Warm. he succeeds i am sure of that.

gets worse when you’re pregnant. he’s always curled around you, hand covering your stomach as if he can hide in, and in the beginning he certainly can. he can hold your whole babe, not yet completely made, in his hand. still can hold it when its born too. but oh god when you’re pregnant… he lays atop you until your tummy’s so big he fears hurting the babe. wraps his whole hands around your head, your neck, your hair, trying to soothe the emotional stresses of making him a child. then its your thighs and your feet and . your breasts .

i might explode if i think about it any more

always clipping doorways… NGH~!!! ALWAYS CLIPPING DOORWAYS!!! GREAT CLIPS ANON YOU HAVE BLESSED US ALL

YES. HE CAN ENVELOPE YOU IN HIS GRIP. HE DOES BLOCK YOU FROM THE WIND. HAUL YOU ON HIS SHOULDERS AFF ARFA ARFARACAD

oh my god your breasts getting bigger when you’re with child.. and they’re so sore… the only thing that helps is cregans big warm hands holding them… massaging them.. smoothing a thumb over your nipple when he gets distRACTED OHHHH IM UNWELL

[dipperscavern]

let's talk about warming cregan's cock 😇👫

like you have so keenly established, mf can not sit still. this is the warden of the north we are referring to. the wolf of the north. he is well experienced in battle, a brilliant swordsman and lord of his house. he's used to abstaining during battle and experiencing dire circumstances over patience. surely he'd be able to let his pretty girl warm his cock?

WRONG 🙅‍♀️ someone, please fetch me a comedically large red buzzer to slam. thank you.

he's so restless. your stoic, burly, reserved, and patient man - reduced to ragged breaths and gritting his teeth because he can't sit still. here sits his pretty girl, batting her lashes at him, "cregan, can i please?" and it starts out well enough.

but you're so warm. so sweet. maybe he should be working on something - battle plans or lordy duties that define his bloodline. cregan's got an active mind, ever analyzing and preparing. he's hyperaware of everything in that moment - the way you slightly move your hips, wriggling in his lap. when he makes a comment about it, you just pout, telling him you were "adjusting." 🙄 yeah girl okay you just wanted to feel the godly girth 3000

the way you softly sigh admist the quiet chamber. maybe you do something as simple as sneeze - but when you do, you clench around cregan. and he's losing his shitttt.

can someone please find the meme of the guy sitting at a desk with his blood vessels about to burst as he's sweating? because that is our lord stark.

he tries breathing through it, for your sake. i imagine you would be the one to propose it, for whatever desire and circumstance brought you to the moment. cregan is trying :(( it's just so hard. like him, TEHE. all he wants to do is flip you over and ravage you. just leave little bites and nicks along his pretty girl's flesh :((

this is torture for him.

- 🔄❄️

reverse. elsa. anon. WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? BED EMPTY, NO NOTE, WINTER GONE.

okay but seriously i am so so so sorry you got lost in my inbox. please i beg of you, come back!! the ponderer has returned, and we miss u!! REVERSE ELSA ANON IF U CSN HEAR US PLEASE SAVE US i call out to the winds. if you return, you shall never be lost again. this i swear to you 💔✊

ANYWAYS. CREGAN STARK COCKWARMING. here’s your buzzer m’dear 🚨 when you suggest the idea, cregan is a bit perplexed. you don’t want him to make you cum as many times as you want? but you bat your lashes and ask so sweetly, and you don’t ask for much. plus, cregan is a warrior. a hardened, battle surviving lord — he can stay still for his pretty wife.

or so he thinks.

because once you sink down on him, his grip on your hips is like iron. you’re warm and wet and so inviting, and you don’t want cregan to move? gods have mercy. cregan is usually pretty held together, but his breathing turns all ragged and his gaze is glued to where his [REDACTED] meets your [CONTENT DELETED]. and even worse, you’re relishing in his loss of self control.

even so, he tries to be so good for you.

it gets easier over time, and when cregan feels you relax and sigh against him, he thinks it’s not so bad after all. cregan is in control, and things are okay. until a few minutes later, you sneeze. you clench around him, and he grits his teeth, lax grip on your hips tightening once more as he fights the urge to move.

“This is torture,” he breathes, trying with all his might to stay still for you :( <3

[dipperscavern]

REVERSE ELSA ANON i'm crying ✊️😭

okay back with more cregan thoughts rahh

just going to jump straight in. do we think cregan has more length or girth 🥰 because me personally -

i feel like he's long, yes, but he's got that northern girth. like cregan is just big in all senses of the term, and that sword between his legs is no different ?? yes he wields ice buttt that is not the only weapon he carries with ease 🤭

furthermore, when he goes slow and slides in - it almost hurts more because you can feel every dammed inch. let's take a moment to close our eyes and imagine with me here. deep breaths, folks. inch by inch. and it's like gods how long is this going to take 😭 do we need to clear tomorrow's meetings? but from the first push you're so obscenely full of him bcuz he's cregan stark and he's just fucking massive idk 🤷‍♀️👫

the size kink goes both ways

REVERSE ELSA ANON IN THE HOUSE !!!!

girthy cregan stark is…. wow okay. okay. i fully agree with this. i AGREE.

cregan is big. in every aspect. his hands dwarf your own almost comically, and his back is wide enough to fuckin sled on. with that being said, he has to prep you reallll good to take him. it gets easier over time, but one thing never changes. how utterly full you feel.

and the part about him sliding in slowww….. mmm. your eyes are close to rolling back & you’re whining his name, and he stops to give you time to adjust. then you look down & he’s only halfway in. and he just thinks it’s so lovely how you’re trying to take all of him.

like… you’re over here fighting for your life, trying to steady your breathing & then his hand grabs yours & puts it over your stomach, pressing down so you can feel the imprint of it…. is he trying to kill you??

[dipperscavern]

millions must know what you’re currently cooking in the drafts…

HEARD!

jon snow & cockwarming

jon snow & a fellow nights watch reader breaking the nights watch no kissy oorah rule (curtesy of spirit airlines anon)

jon during his wife’s pregnancy/taking care of his child after it’s born

a jon snow fic (no i will not be elaborating) 🧏‍♀️🧏‍♀️ (curtesy of aristotle anon)

thoughts on how the stark men would eat you out [posted]

how i think cregan would be on your wedding night as he takes your maidenhood

flirting with cregan stark

deepthroating cregan stark (curtesy of cheeky anon)

cregan stark eating you out in the godswood/under the weirwood tree

cregan stark cockwarming (curtesy of reverse elsa anon)

enough father cregan stark thoughts to make the labrant family’s breeding kink look tame

i’ll expand on specifics w the father cregan stark thoughts because i’m soooooo kind and generous and merciful. consider these your winter rations

cregan being there for you during the birth/helping you through it (curtesy of reverse elsa anon) [posted]

how he’d react to you interacting with rickon, his one year old son from his late wife (curtesy of witchy anon)

just father cregan thoughts all around. raising them, training them, telling them stories of the north, playing with them etc (same ask as cregan being there during the birth. reverse elsa anon was having thoughts) [same first link]

a lord or lady visiting winterfell & seeing the wolf pack you and cregan have

some will probably be out tongiht during thought sharing time & others will take longer because of my long ass response LOL

[dipperscavern]

reverse elsa anon here to say i am deeply honored to be considered for freakiest anon. it is a recognition bestowed to my soul. the council has given me years to my life. 🤝

i would like to thank our lord and savior, cregan stark, for the freak he envokes within me. gods be good. i would give him the nastiest, most depraved head of his life as a mere thanks. thinking of him heavy right now. cregan, this is for you 🍻 (okay but i just know for a damn fact LMAO that northern ale is bitching. the starks know how to get down.)

- 🔄❄️

REVERSE ELSA ANON IN THE HOUSE!!!!! hihi my lovely 𝒻𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀𝓎

also uh… yeah. no yeah i’d milk him dry WHO SAID RHAT??? anyways, to our 𝒻𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀𝓁ℴ𝓇𝒹．．． cregan stark 🍻🍻🍻 and ur so right btw. can i just say i think northern ale is absolutely atrocious when you first try it 😭 like you have to fight to get that shit down. but u complain about it to ANYONE and they’re like

“You don’t drink it for the taste.” okay well it tastes like cat piss so that’s for sure