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[thehuntingcompany]

Her first big Bama hog! #bamahoghunting #hoghunting #hunting #alabamahunting #bigboar #trophyboars #boaredtodeath #huntress (at South Coast Safaris -Hunting) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZwofM0Lqos/?utm_medium=tumblr

[thcbull-a]

"Out of all the sons I have, you're the least disappointing."

           “ s’that a compliment or somethin’? THANKS. i guess. ”

[txghut-blog]

💳 Could you do one for Robert and Euron? :)

💳 pokemon || accepting 

Robert. Solid Hiker vibe, dude has like 3 deer but that’s okay. 

Euron. Euron has a shiny magikarp and that’s what I love about Euron.

[asmyladymcther-blog]

boaredtodeath replied to your post: don’t think about the fact that robb basically...

It’s hard to not think about it when you post it here :(

*whispers* that’s the point

[starkmatriarch]

AU where Ned dies during the Greyjoy Rebellion, and Cat and her children come to live with Robert in King's Landing.

1. Catelyn was heavily pregnant with Arya when word reached her of Ned’s death. It was debated whether it was better to have her give birth in the capital or the North, or whether it was worth the risk of travel. Eventually, it was decided that she would give birth in Winterfell, before travelling south, though it took some convincing of the grief-stricken Catelyn for her to leave the North at all, for how could Robb learn to rule a castle he was so far from? 

2. She reached the castle with a babe in arms and two young children at her side (the bastard had been given to a a family in the Riverlands to be raised well and money given, but nothing more nothing less) and her eyes were red from crying and she was half a ghost from grief, but Robert embraced her like a sister upon arrival and immediately doted on the children, showing them far more attention than he ever showed his own, much to Cersei’s annoyance. 

3. After a while, a few months, Robert found Catelyn sat alone after putting all the children to bed and Arya had had her last feeding. He pulled up a chair and offered her a drink; she refused, but he drank on regardless and as he drank his tongue got looser and tales poured forth eventually from both Catelyn and Robert. They talked until dawn about Ned, stories they both knew, funny ones, sad ones, ones which made their eyes roll. We loved him the most, Cat, he told her at the end of their long, long reminiscing and she had to agree

4. Robert really took to his namesake, Robb, and doted on him way more than Joffrey, and constantly compared him to Ned despite his colouring. He always called him Little Lord Stark, and this caused even more tension between him and the Queen. 

5. Through the years of raising her children there, journeying to Winterfell for several months each year to train Robb, Robert and Catelyn continued to share stories about Ned and often talked about other things as well, really developing a strong brother/sister relationship, which annoyed both Cersei and Lysa. Robert became a proper and true Uncle to Ned’s kids, and always filled them with tales of how brilliant their Father was. 

[ofthewhitehands]

@boaredtodeath

She sat with her lands lightly folded. Grey eyes watched as snowflakes gently graced her arms like a lace pattern. She’d missed this place. The godswood of Storm’s End had some serenity, but it did not feel as divine as this. her eyes raised to meet the carve features of the heart tree.

                                                                                           This was peace.

 Her gaze lowered slightly, “ I’m not going back, Robert.” She didn’t need to turn around to know that he came. His stride was made for green earth, not for the tender heel that could cross the snow without a sound. She did turn, however, and it was too easily seen that she still plated her hair the way northern girls did.

                             The Northern ones who were married.

                                                                       “I’m staying here.”

[louvereine]

Fetish: Loving and respecting eachother, and then sometimes playing with eachother's hair and maybe like, taking a bath together during the summer? And there's candles.

Send me a kink and I’ll rate it!

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

[maidofwinter-archive]

Redheads are God's gift to us mortals.

          ❝ Dad, your friend is being weird again. ❞

[crowncdcrow-archive]

boaredtodeath replied to your post: okay but jon is smol and needs to be protected 

Come here little Jon

* aggressively does not trust robert *

[cerseilionesslannister]

@boaredtodeath

         So, this is marriage.

         More accurately, this is a wedding, or rather the celebration following a wedding ceremony;  all ‘round her, the jubilant feast rolls on, laughter ringing as loud as the bells of the Sept earlier in the day, smiling faces far as the eye can  see.  Well...  mostly  smiling.  She catches Jaime’s eye and offers a soft smile; I have not forgotten you. I never could, not even if I wanted.

         Her  own mirth is less due to her status as a bride than her  soon-to-be status as a q u e e n.   It is no wound that Robert is handsome,  powerful,  a great warrior...  but it is the crown she has desired her whole life, and it is the crown she shall soon wear. And she turns her grin to the man who will give it to her, raising her wineglass in a sort of toast before lifting it to lips. 

         “I have never attended a more joyful ball,” she comments.  “Nor a more crowded one. Will we entertain like this often, do you think?”

[madeofwildfire]

@boaredtodeath  🖤 ‘d this for a starter.

     Her cheeks comparable with two peaches, feverish blush paints      youthful features that still curve over bone. She watches Robert,      the conqueror,  the KING.  (  All glory belongs to brother instead,      but Jaime demands none of it, instead carries the veil of shame      for actions.  But was anyone to know the truth, they would cheer      for Kingslayer,  call him Lion of Lannister  &&  faint at his feet. )      Between two fingers  a lonely curl quickly tying itself into a knot      as nervous fidgeting continues. Brought out of a haze of thought      by a gesture to step closer.  She barely meets his eyes,  out  of      shyness of nature, innocence already stolen.

           ❛ You asked for me. ❜

[raidstombs]

The King strikes the young woman on the ass with his hand, "Firm, I like it lass, you are an asset to the Kingdom!"

             It wasn’t the first time she’d had a man touch her without invitation. However, it was the first time it’d happened where she – or Ser Roth – were unable to make the poor bastard suffer for it. The Myrish lace of her skirts fluttered about her ankles as she whirled about to face the King. Her eyes then narrowed as she tried unsuccessfully to cage her tongue. She did, however, manage to successful blunt its razor edge.  

            ❝I’m an asset, yes – but for reasons far beyond my perfect posterior.❞

[handofhonor]

{ @boaredtodeath

in the end, ned had won. he was going to tell robert that he was declining the offer, that he needed to stay in the north. he was not a man for the south, he knew the north and the north only. how hard was that for robert to see. the conversation was not something that ned wished to discuss, he wished to write it but even he knew that was not acceptable. so, they sat in his solar, ned feeling a bit awkward as he stood at the window, looking down over the lands that were his and would stay his.

“i can’t accept your offer, your grace.” ned breathed out quickly and quietly but loud enough that the king would hear him. “the north needs me. there’s been more wildlings coming over the wall. i had to execute more than normal. i need to deal with the problem there. plus i don’t know southron politics. you’d be better off with stannis.” 

[ringmailandsilk-blog]

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@boaredtodeath

Within the white, vine-adorned walls of Highgarden, the war that ravaged the rest of the Seven Kingdoms seemed little more than rumor. Her many cousins and ladies would make passing comments about it and say how they were praying for their men to return to them safely. Margaery herself had enjoyed a piece of that oblivion but her grandmother’s frank commentary and the snippets she’d gleaned from Garlan’s letters--the ones her mother had attempted to keep from her. Alerie Tyrell believed that talk of war was unbecoming for her young daughter but she managed to sneak glances at the letters and listen to the talk of traveling merchants. 

Yet, none of that prepared her for what the war truly left behind once it ended. The Reach had been relatively untouched compared to other regions but as the Roseroad led their procession closer to the Crownlands, she saw the remains of abandoned villages--some burned down to nothing but the frames of small homes--small bands of tired smallfolk that stopped only momentarily to watch them pass. The men and women would only grant them a passing glance but the children would stop and stare. Their gaunt, penetrating gazes were unflinching and unnerved her so that she gripped her mare’s reins tighter and urged her on.  

The capital itself was still recovering from the rebellion. She’d heard that the Lannister forces had sacked the city once Aerys Targaryen was dead--murdered by his own kingsgaurd, if the tales of travelers and whispers among the guard were to be believed--and it was clear from the state of the streets outside of the Red Keep that the Targaryens had not been the only casualties. 

She was glad to finally reach the castle and to put the war--what little she had seen of it--behind her at last. After all, that was the very reason for their journey to King’s Landing. The Reach had  taken up arms for the Targaryens but its armies did not see a single battle, save for the beginning of the siege of Storm’s End. It was necessary for her father to bend the knee to the new king and ask for a pardon, no matter the blow to his pride it might be. The entire family accompanied him, no doubt to show this Robert Baratheon that they would be loyal and true so long as he reigned. And to offer him a bride, as well. Margaery was not so naive as to believe her father did not harbor ulterior motives for bringing her along. He had not told her directly but her grandmother’s quick wit and her own observations had given her an inkling of what her role was to be. Perhaps it should not have surprised her--she knew that her hand would be offered to some man her father wished to please--but she had never imagined that a crown would ever be in her future. 

So it was that she found herself before the Iron Throne, side by side with her brothers, mother, and grandmother. Her father stood in front them, speaking directly to the king and asking that he grant a pardon to his house and all those who served them. After the king obliged and welcomed House Tyrell back to its rightful place in the Seven Kingdoms, her father then began to introduce his children. One by one, her brothers bowed as their names were called and greeted the king respectfully. When he came to her, Mace called her forward and took her delicate hand in his. “This is my daughter, Margaery. She has expressed an eagerness to meet you since she first heard the tales of your valor.” 

Once she might have scoffed at his words but her training in courtesy--and the seriousness of the situation--allowed her only to smile timidly. She curtsied for the king before looking up into his face for the first time. He was comely, there was no doubting that. A fierce but well-groomed black beard adorned his face and his striking blue eyes were filled with what could have been either laughter or rage. He’s young, she thought. Younger than I imagined. 

“Your Grace,” she said, finding her voice at last. “It is an honor to be before you, at long last.”

[ofthewhitehands]

Excuse me miss, you dropped something.... my JAW!

Random Love // Always Accepting

“No.”

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