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come to mama
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come to mama
*cracks in half to reveal it is truly just a wooden chair*
inner monologue of how everything and everyone betray him eventually followed by some appropriate singing of this situation, since he was not invited to game of thrones the musical. chris martin also betrayed him.
A chair is still a chair, even when there’s no one sitting there.... BUT A CHAIR IS NOT A THRONE! AND A THRONE IS NOT A HOME! When I march to King’s Landing and take over the capital oh please be there still willing to crown me...
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“I don’t even know what you are, nor do I care. Stupid southroners.”
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*casually let's husband&KING think he's the one in power while ruling from behind the scenes. & eventually having a son to seat the throne.*
you can be the king but watch the queen conquer
*Somehow writes "You know nothing, Jon Snow."*
spends 5 paragraphs thinking about ygritte and how she was right and how strange this world is and what my father taught me and how no one at the wall understands me && what i’m trying to do and totally doesn’t notice that a fucking chair just wrote something what the hell
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................................................ monologues about robb’s death and his father or s/t
*pokes you in the ass*
*is only a little bothered by the sensation, but the power is worth it*
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D I B S!!!!! I’M CALLING DIBS! YOU’RE MINE! *aggressively sits on*