Me: Why U Care So Much Ma I’m 21 Let Me Live 

just remembered i can do this prepared to be sick of me

coming out pre hotd season two as a member of bracknation. sorry blackwoods you’re too dark edgy not like other riverlords for me. need me a loser ass horsegirl house

rip teenage girl daenerys targaryen you would have loved collecting lipsmackers……..

she should own all of this and the fact that she can’t is one of gods greatest cruelties

Margaery hailed them when the two columns met and fell in beside the queen's litter. Her cheeks were flushed, her brown ringlets tumbling loosely about her shoulders, stirred by every puff of wind. "We have been picking autumn flowers in the kingswood," she told them. I know where you were, the queen thought. Her informers were very good about keeping her apprised of Margaery's movements. Such a restless girl, our little queen. She seldom let more than three days pass without going off for a ride. Some days they would ride along the Rosby road to hunt for shells and eat beside the sea. Other times she would take her entourage across the river for an afternoon of hawking. The little queen was fond of going out on boats as well, sailing up and down the Blackwater Rush to no particular purpose. When she was feeling pious she would leave the castle to pray at Baelor's Sept. She gave her custom to a dozen different seamstresses, was well-known amongst the city's goldsmiths, and had even been known to visit the fish market by the Mud Gate for a look at the day's catch. Wherever she went, the smallfolk fawned on her, and Lady Margaery did all she could to fan their ardor. She was forever giving alms to beggars, buying hot pies off bakers' carts, and reining up to speak to common tradesmen. (Cersei VI, AFfC)

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"You're not supposed to leave the column," Sansa reminded her. "Father said so."

Arya shrugged. "I didn't go far. Anyway, Nymeria was with me the whole time. I don't always go off, either. Sometimes it's fun just to ride along with the wagons and talk to people."

Sansa knew all about the sorts of people Arya liked to talk to: squires and grooms and serving girls, old men and naked children, rough-spoken freeriders of uncertain birth. Arya would make friends with anybody. This Mycah was the worst; a butcher's boy, thirteen and wild, he slept in the meat wagon and smelled of the slaughtering block. Just the sight of him was enough to make Sansa feel sick, but Arya seemed to prefer his company to hers. (Sansa I, AGoT)

MILLY ALCOCK AS SUPERGIRL SOMEBODY SEDATE ME

Princess Shireen Baratheon

you can't even stitch various body parts together to create a man anymore. due to woke

would love to write something coherent about my thoughts on the ep but blood and cheese walk into the red keep (no plan) kick a dog smashcut to helaena walking in on her mother having sex

Ronia, the Robber’s Daughter (1984)