#strmqn

[outlawerofbeets-a]

when Tommen's phone rings around the squad

Tommen: EVERYBODY SHUT UP! *answers phone* Hi Mom

Pate: HIIIIIIIII

Bran: Come back to bed

Arya: *various sex noises*

Shireen: Tell her I say hi

Rickon: Ay, pass the weed!

Lyanna: PUT YOUR PANTS BACK ON

[bjcrke]

@strmqn  aesthetic board !   →   exhalt man into a god. 

[bjcrke]

@strmqn

      stretched out, all six feet and seven of him, booted feet half-hanging off the end of the long-seat he had COLLAPSED upon, tínu tucks an arm under his head and looks over to her. in the light of the hearth (small flames beating back the chill of winter slowly creeping into the breeze) she is RADIANT, looks illuminated kindly, the gentle orange glow warming her features.   “  will you read to me?  “