if westeros wasn’t such a fucked up patriarchal systematic abusive war-fare medieval era type of place women would be so much woke and we would have at least 50 divorce papers on the king’s table because guess what lord tyrell made fun of his wife’s period cramps and called it “easy shit” so now she’s taking the kids to the beach house and everyone on twitter cancelling him LMAO
baelor has a package of everything you need in the case of cramps and sweet craving and hormon changes, he set the standart. i also think he made research and observation enough to make sure you don’t get to lift a finger when you want something. cozy and safe. 5 star service.
duncan has NO idea and panics more than you do when you’re cramps don’t go away and accidently took the kitchen fork instead of car keys to hospital ER. poor egg had to teach him how women were bleeding every month just like he taught him there were nine kingdoms in the realm.
aerion just stares and says “men used to go war don’t whine about it” (you definitely kick his ass and tame him throughly like that woman who taught her husband to fear from the word apple and then throws an entire living room piece at him).
valarr is a comfort place like his father, and spends time with you and takes notes in classes in case you want to take a day off from morning classes. brings you your favorite sandwiches and makes you tea, washes your hair and back if it makes you feel better. smiles and praises you when you feel like your acne got worse or your weight looks bad on you, and usually you end up sleeping on his lap while you two were binging a your tv show. he saves the minute you ended up watching the last moment. gentleman. teasing sometimes but soft-spoken. believes you are one strong feminist woman and you don’t need his help but he’s just there to put a pillow on your back and boil water for heating pad.
this is my headcanon so it’s free to disagree but i think maekar is someone who’s often drives one person mad, probably because all his thirty-five years of living, he was spoiled by his big bro(s) and cuddled because he was the youngest boy. i think he usually scoffs when your cramps getting intense and you’re just bedridden for the rest of the day, living with your heating pad and painkillers and sleeping most of the day. since he has no sisters and all boys (which is unlimited chaos at home) i think he was more like “well shit you look like a dying sick victorian child should i call the ambulance” and gets immediately roasted when you throw hands. i don’t think he was ignorant about how period was working or the pain scale, but since he was not like baelor either, i just think you two got a way of gong through this. when you’re tense and anxious he’s there to help you make some progress of not rotting in bed, when you’re emotional and sensitive he’s very awkward about heart-to-heart conversations so he’d pat your head and give you some chocolate, stretching your legs to his lap, but also never let you forget the times you almost took a swing at him for getting the wrong salad. he’s insufferable and petty in some unbelievable situations but he’s a responsible dude who’s coat keeps you warm 7/24 when you’re outside. often getting your hands into his pocket if it’s winter and chilly.
daeron is so funny because he sometimes spaces out, sleeps very heavy and being the parentified eldest daughter of the family but that doesn’t stop him from being a deadbeat dad (credit to that person who said it first word to word description of him) so you’re usually tucked under his arm, and sometimes he teases when you’re being so drained of the day and responsibilities but you’re finding strawberry cake and hot chocolate on your desk after you get out from shower. he works on his alcoholism and he’d make a pretty good house-husband, which he tells you more than once a while. still he’s avoiding conflict and would even pretend dead on the ground if you’re coming home tense and ready to throw milk at him because he’s a man and he’s not being screwed up biologically every month. still, emotional support counts i guess.
raymun has no idea about what’s going on in you but he thrives it when a woman is both mad as hell and ready to kick ass so he’s supporting your future war crimes. emotional support final boss. wouldn’t even question if you want a mountain of pizza boxes for dinner. very cute that you can’t get mad at him for long.
me when i pull headcanons out of my ass for fun, write it with the pure spite against humanity and somehow ending up with some people actually liking hearing them (i am beyond delusional it’s like a job i take seriously from now on and i do it for the twelve year old in me)