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[tanselletargaryen]

I'm normal about most things in asoiaf, I can keep my dignity and raise my head high* but when it comes to the Great Bastards I lose all ability to keep my decorum and turn into a very sad unfortunate person. I really can't control it, my mind was made specifically for this scenario. I think about that one piece of art of Daemon/Baelor/Brynden/Maekar and start sobbing.