#randyll

[rosaluxembae]

One of the things about Randyll Tarly banning Sam from becoming a maester is it's about personal pride, not saving face. It would have been a bit unusual but nothing shameful. There are Tyrells at the citadel after all. It certainly wouldn't have been more scandalous than an eldest son that everyone knows is no warrior joining the Night's Watch or going out hunting with his father and having a little "accident".

[dreamfyre01]

Historia de la Casa Tarly - CDHYF (Versión Actualizada)

[adarkandmagicalforest]

shout out who theyre patrons of

jaehaerys is almost definitely saeras just to watch out for her he swears

[agentrouka-blog]

People like Randyll Tarly being common in the Reach are part of the reason that men like Otto Hightower are the way they are - they have to be like that to survive. Daemon Targaryen is basically Randyll Tarly but with a nuke with the intelligence of a chimp - Sam wouldn't have lasted long as Daemon's son.

I'm not sure we are meant to infer that Randyll Tarly is a common personality type in the Reach. The man is disdainful of the Citadel, refusing to let his heir attend even if it would easily rid him of a big problem. Instead he sent him to the Watch that is culturally far more alien to the Reach. He made his kid bathe in blood, which is not very piously devoted to the Seven. He's the furthest thing from chivalrous.

The guy is no more representative of Reach culture than Tywin Lannister is of the Westerlands, or Roose Bolton is of the North, or Walder Frey is of the Riverlands. All of these men are simply cruel, with all but Roose beset by huge HUGE chips on their backs about being perceived as weak or unimportant. Each in their own very individual way. Which does also fit with Daemon. Yes, I agree he would not have been kind to Sam, but he likely wouldn't have tormented him the way Randyll did.

Otto doesn't need an abusive upbringing to explain him. He's a second son who found a very prestigious occupation for his talents, strongly identified with it, and made some fairly logical (from his end) decisions to steer the political leadership of the Realm further into the direction of classic Westerosi tradition to give it more overall stability, and retain and increase his influence at that. He failed, but that doesn't make it less self-explanatory.

[mkstrigidae]

APWH preview snippet!

Since I'm actively trying to work on getting the next few chapters out, I thought I'd share a little future scene with some hints of Jonsa with all you lovely people! This bit is from like, a few chapters in the future bc it's the in-between that's giving me fits right now :) (Fair warning: this is unedited and subject to change! That being said, it's such a fun scene that I can't imagine ever nixing it :D)

“Does he even know that they have to avoid the press?”

“For the last time-“ Sam sighed, sounding completely exasperated, “Dickon knows what they can and can’t do- he’s got enough practice not being photographed from when our dad was the secretary. Not to mention spending time around you when that exposé on your crazy grandfather came out two years ago.”

“I just-“ Jon sighed, blowing a stray curl out of his face. “You didn’t see how freaked out she was when the press caught us at that performance in White Harbor. I thought she was going to have a full-blown panic attack.”

He was immediately derailed by Gilly plopping little Sam down in his lap and shoving a bottle into his hands.

“What’s this all about?” he raised a brow, adjusting the baby on his lap, allowing him to latch onto the cuff of his flannel shirt and start gnawing at the fabric. “You going somewhere?”

Gilly shot him a withering look, but he saw the amusement in her eyes.

“I-“ she gestured, imperiously, “Have not had time by myself to shower all week-“

“Sorry, love.” Sam winced, looking up from his pile of paperwork. “I can take a break from these-“

“Not your fault, Sam.” she waved him off. “You warned me about this conference at the beginning of the summer.” a grin played at the corners of her mouth. “Besides, it works out well- Jon needs a distraction right now from the fact that Sansa’s on a date with your extremely hot and conventionally attractive brother.”

“Hey!” Sam looked wounded, and Gilly rolled her eyes, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“You know you’re my favorite Tarly.” she wrinkled her nose. “How long have you been working on this presentation? You smell like the baby spit up on you.”

“Guess I’m next in line for showers.” Sam said, mournfully. “Unless-“

“Nope- I need my own time right now, Samwell. Did you even hear what I said about why Jon’s bent out of shape?”

Jon had known Gilly since Sam and she had met up north while the two of them were in college. Sometimes, it was hard to reconcile the timid, scared girl she had been with the woman who was currently devoting all of her remaining energy to busting his balls.

“Don’t tell me you’re worried about Sansa with my brother.” Sam snorted, shotgunning another cup of coffee next to him the way Jon was used to seeing undergrads do with jaeger shots. “I mean, this is Dickon we’re talking about. Used to bring wounded animals home to take care of them Dickon? The same guy who cried when we had movie night and Gilly and Rhae wanted to go see ‘Love, Simon’?” He shook his head. “Look, as far as guys she could be out on a date with right now go, Dickon’s kind of the best case scenario. She’ll have a nice time, and he’ll be a perfect gentleman.”

Jon blinked at him, silently turning to look up at Gilly, who rolled her eyes and sighed.

“You’re hopeless, sweetie.” she kissed him on the forehead again, wrinkling her nose. “He’s not worried that things will go wrong- he’s worried they’ll go a little too well.”

“You’ve been spending way too much time around my sister.” Jon muttered, narrowly avoiding little Sam’s grasping reach for his glasses, managing to get the baby to latch onto the bottle before he destroyed any more of Jon’s eyewear. “You even sounded like her just then.”

Sam blinked for a second, his head whipping between Jon and Gilly.“You’re jealous?” He asked, incredulously. “Of Dickon? Wait- you like Sansa?”

“Got there in the end.” Gilly sighed, affectionately patting him on the shoulder before going to shower, leaving Jon and Sam behind with four cups of coffee, one baby, and approximately five brain cells total between the two of them.

“You like her.” Sam repeated, like it was a giant revelation.

“What are we- in middle school?” Jon hissed, immediately turning his head down to smile and make faces at little Sam while he fed him, before glaring up at big Sam again. “I don’t- I mean-“

Sam was just shaking his head.“Of course you do.” he laughed. “Should have guessed- red hair and a damsel in distress? You were doomed from the outset.”

“Shut up.” Jon muttered, flushing. “It’s not like that.”

“Then why are you worrying about Dickon for fu-“ Sam glanced nervously at the baby, “-god’s sake? When Gill was meeting my family for the first time, I remember you told her not to worry- that my brother was ‘one of the best guys you know’ and ‘practically a golden retriever’.”

Jon could tell that Sam, who could not raise one eyebrow without the other, was desperately trying to do just that.

“I don’t know.” He muttered, moving little Sam to his shoulder to start burping him. “Look- I’m attracted to her, alright? It’s a fu- er, a giant disaster that I’m gonna ignore for the rest of my life.”

“Seriously?”

“Stop trying to do that with your eyebrows.” Jon complained. “It’s giving me motion sickness. And yes, seriously. I’m not even going to consider that- it’s just a stupid crush. Besides,” he sighed, rubbing little Sam’s back comfortingly, “Robb’s already dealing with enough right now with this whole Sansa situation- can’t imagine telling him I think his sister’s attractive while he’s being forced to suddenly confront all of his guilt and self loathing every time he looks at her.”

“That whole bro code thing of never dating your friend’s sisters never really made sense to me.” Sam shook his head, gulping down more coffee. “I mean, I’d be thrilled if you decided to date Talla, because I know you’d be good to her.”

“Yeah, don't think she'd quite go for that, mate.” Jon snorted, standing to bounce little Sam around gently. He was just grateful Sam hadn’t said anything else about Robb.

“Eh, wouldn’t count you out completely.” Sam shrugged, smirking. “With that hair, you’re pretty enough to be a girl- maybe that’d be enough for her.”

“You are so lucky i’m holding the baby.” Jon muttered, still bouncing little Sam, who picked that moment to spit up spectacularly down Jon’s back.

“Well, that’s three of us who’re gonna need showers now.” Sam grinned, looking thrilled as all get out that it hadn’t been him. “Wow- his aim is getting better.”

“I’m going to remind him of this when he’s a sulky teenager.” Jon grumbled, wiping spit-up off his shoulder as best he could. “Look- no gossiping with Rhae about this, please. She thinks she’s such a good clandestine agent that she doesn’t always realize that Robb is better at sniffing out her plots than she thinks.”

“Alright-“ Sam sighed, looking back down at the massive stack of paperwork in front of him. “I make no promises for Gill, though.”

“Gilly could give some of my Uncle’s colleagues at the WIA a run for their money when it comes to withstanding interrogation.” Jon snorted.

“Probably true.”

“Where did your brother take Sansa?” Still holding onto a now much happier baby with one hand, he reached down the other to take a gulp of his own coffee.

“He said something about going out towards the Tyrell Estate.” Sam shrugged. “They probably drove out there to see the gardens- he’s said it’s a good road to take his bike out on.”

Jon promptly spat out his entire sip of coffee, staining the front of his shirt as well as the back, and frightening little Sam enough that he started to cry.

“He took her on his motorcycle?”

Gilly picked that moment to reappear, completely clean and with wet hair, blinking at the scene in front of her.

Sam, who couldn’t seem to stop laughing, was desperately trying to calm down the baby, who had started wailing, while Jon’s entire front was covered in coffee and his entire back was covered in baby vomit. Not that he seemed to notice, as his face was white and he was making a series of angry looking hand gestures at her husband.

“I really can’t leave you three alone for five minutes, can I?” she sighed. “Do I even want to know?”

[commanderthalys]

Gay people are real guys

[goodqueenaly]

Hope you are well! I was wondering, do you think Margaery and her cousins will remain in Randyll Tarly's custody (if I remember correctly) during the trial, and that he's planning to hold them hostage against Mace?

I don’t particularly think so. When Cersei met with Kevan back in “Cersei I” TWOW, the latter reported that “Lord Randyll swore a holy oath to deliver them [i.e. Margaery and her cousins] for trial when the time comes”. As unjust, misogynistic, and all around awful as Randyll Tarly certainly is, I don’t think he’s quite brash and foolish enough to tempt the patience of the High Septon at a time when the Father of the Faithful has a large, zealous, and dangerous following in King’s Landing by saying “just kidding, Your High Holiness, I’d like to hold onto the Tyrell girls if you don’t mind”. I also believe that Margaery and her cousins aren’t going to be long in the Faith’s custody either: unlike her namesake and partial inspiration Marguerite of Burgundy in The Accursed Kings (I know, it me), Margaery I think has too weak a case against her for the Faith to succeed, as even the High Septon admits.

Which doesn’t mean, of course, that conflict isn’t coming between Randyll and Mace. Randyll may already have been tipped off about the coming of our Aegon and the Golden Company (given his noticeably, perhaps suspiciously, vehement attempts to deny Aegon’s identity at Kevan’s last small council); he may also be leading that army Halden Halfmaester reports is marching on Storm’s End from King’s Landing. Whether either of these may turn out to be true (or both), I definitely believe that Randyll at some point is going to take out his long-simmering resentment against Mace Tyrell by quite literally stabbing his liege lord in the back and declare for the would-be Aegon VI. It’s also very possible, I think, that Aegon’s government will take Margaery hostage against the surrender of her Tyrell brothers in the Reach - which, unfortunately, I think will go very poorly for her (and everyone else) when the city explodes.

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

Who do you think that Mace is going to name as the new master of law after Kevan’s death?

Randyll Tarly was already named when Mace was Hand before Kevan died, and I don't see any reason why Mace would change that. For all that we don't know what the master of laws actually does, Randyll's pretty typical of most holders of the position. (i.e., stick-in-the-ass patriarchs. Excluding Daemon and Renly of course. 😂)

[direwolfrules]

Weirwood Queen Memes Part 2, because I’m using fanfiction to distract from my dog’s severe arthritis

Spoilers for The Weirwood Queen by @redwolf17 . Go read it, it’s great.

Part 1

Link to Master Post

[grey-joys]

I feel like I don’t talk about Sam enough. So for a moment, I shall remind you of the deep seated trauma he has around swimming because - surprise - Randyll Tarly sucks

[teen-spirited-away]

House Tarly

"First In Battle"

Sigil: Huntsman

Colors: Red and Green

Seat: Horn Hill

"We Are Not Oathbreakers. We Are Not Schemers."

House Tarly is known for its military strength, honor, pride, reliance on traditions and gender roles, good fighting skills, and chivalry.

House Tarly values strength, honor, and militarist tradition.

[mummer]

just remembered sam loved music and singing and making his own songs just as much as he loves to read like he literally couldve been a SINGER im literally going to jump off a cliff rn im despondent im outraged

[adarkandmagicalforest]

hidden being the operative word, incase any of you ask 'what about robert?' 'what about theon?'

[warsofasoiaf]

So Randyll Tarly is considered the finest soldier of the realm, but other than the battle of Ashford, he doesn’t seem to have done anything else of note. I have no doubt he participated in the first greyjoy rebellion but probably not anything noteworthy. So what exactly makes him such a big deal?

Well, Ashford is a big deal. It was Robert's only defeat in history, so that gives Randyll a serious claim to fame. I think part of it has to do with campcraft and other soldierly disciplines and part of it is marketing. He knows what he's doing and demonstrates it, even when Roose is intentionally throwing the battle, he gets the job done with few casualties.

Thanks for the question, Anon.

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[dyannawynnedayne]

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