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Marissa. I'm 19, a liberal, a Catholic, a penguin enthusiast and an avid pepsi drinker. I'm also social relations and political theory major with a minor in Women and Gender Studies at Michigan State University. This blog is mostly feminism, history, politics, A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones, random shit from my life, various fandoms, attractive middle aged men and things I find amusing. Stephen Dillane is my sun and stars. I usually follow back :)


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R’hllor chooses queerly, then.” The king grimaced, as if he’d tasted something foul.
“Why me, and not my brothers? Renly and his peach. In my dreams I see the juice running from his mouth, the blood from his throat. If he had done his duty by his brother, we would have smashed Lord Tywin. A victory even Robert could be proud of. Robert…” His teeth ground side to side. “He is in my dreams as well. Laughing. Drinking. Boasting. Those were the things he was best at. Those, and fighting. I never bested him at anything. The Lord of Light should have made Robert his champion. Why me?
Stannis Baratheon (A Storm of Swords)