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Watching Game of Thrones Season 2 Episode 4

GREY WIND IS THE BOSS, Y’ALL!

ROBB, MY KING~

Oh, look! It’s Roose Bolton…

So! Finally we meet Jeyne… er, Talisa? Tulisa? Why do they have to use another name???

Robb is so obviously intrigued by her. Whyyyyyyyy!!! YOUR GRACE!!! STOP LOOKING AT HER LIKE YOU WANNA DO THE NASTY WITH HER

I really envy those who’ve read the books years ago. They had years in which to deal with The Red Wedding. I ONLY HAD A FEW WEEKS AND I’M STILL IN DENIAL. MY HEART BROKE ALL OVER AGAIN WATCHING ROBB WITH JEYNE

JOFFREY. BARATHEON. IS. SUCH. AN. ABOMINATION.

Something strange happens to me when Tyrion appears to help Sansa… I SQUEALED! I DON’T EVEN SHIP THEM, LOL! But, damn, that scene where he held out his hand for her was pretty.

Ugh, it’s Joffrey again… displaying his madness…

I am ignoring the Catelyn and Littlefinger’s reunion because OMG, IT’S NED STARK’S BONES! Cryinggggggggggggggg!!!

Harrenhal is soooo freaking awesome!

WHERE IS MY JAQEN???

Arya’s prayer is BADASS

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! THE BIRTHING SCENE!!! I didn’t enjoy it. HBO Asia censored the whole thing AND THEN THE EPISODE ENDS! WHAT THE FUDGE???

BUT OMG THE SHADOW BABY

EXCUSE ME WHILE I MOURN MY BROKEN FANGIRL HEART

Grey Wind

The first time I saw this, I was really happy…

… until I remember the Red Wedding.

Why… I CAN’T… sobbing…

Can you hear that, my king? That’s my heart breaking… I can’t…

I LOVE YOU. FOREVER AND EVER.

Gods be good…

I JUST DIED.

WET. ROBB. STARK.

Good gods…

Please marry me!

I CAN’T EVEN LOOK AT ROBB STARK ANYMORE WITHOUT SOBBING MY HEART OUT. IT HURTS TOO MUCH. WHY GEORGE R. R. MARTIN? WHY?

And then the new trailer of Game of Thrones Season 2 shows a WET ROBB STARK. WHY ARE YOU TORTURING ME, HBO???

Reading A Storm of Swords

And then the years were gone, and he was back at Winterfell once more, wearing a quilted leather coat in place of mail and plate. His sword was made of wood, and it was Robb who stood facing him, not Iron Emmet.

Every morning they had trained together, since they were big enough to walk; Snow and Stark, spinning and slashing about the wards of Winterfell, shouting and laughing, sometimes crying when there was no one else to see.

WHY ARE YOU TORTURING ME, GEORGE R. R. MARTIN

They were not little boys when they fought, but knights and mighty heroes. “I’m Prince Aemon the Dragonknight,” Jon would call out, and Robb would shout back, “Well, I’m Florian the Fool.” Or Robb would say, “I’m the Young Dragon,” and Jon would reply, “I’m Ser Ryam Redwyne.”

Gosh, this… Why do I feel like crying…

That morning he called it first. “I’m Lord of Winterfell!” he cried, as he had a hundred times before. Only this time, this time, Robb had answered, “You can’t be Lord of Winterfell, you’re bastard-born. My lady mother says you can’t ever be the Lord of Winterfell.”