soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur
happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr, purr, purr.
a song of ice and fire meme: one king
↳ Tommen Baratheon
“I’m the king. Margaery says that everyone has to do what the king says. I want my white courser saddled on the morrow so Ser Loras can teach me how to joust. I want a kitten too, and I don’t want to eat beets.” He crossed his arms.
—AFFC
“The world is full of horros, Tommen. You can fight them, or laugh at them, or look without seeing… go away inside.”
Jaime Lannister, A Feast for Crows
#augh #IN LOVE WITH THS SCENE #both these women who weaponise what femininity means to them #albeit on completely different terms; one on the offence. the other clinging to it like a shield #sansa who uses courtesy as her armour#versus cersei who wields it like a sword #sansa WILL do her duty #WON’T you#trapping sansa just like she did littlefinger in the premiere #with all the little courtly hierachies she understands and loathes best #god i love those scenes where they just let lena be as malevolent and ferocious and destructive as cersei always feel#lioness on a rampage cornered in the gilded walls of her courtly cage stalking little birds #perfect hero/villain dichotomy #u r both perfect 2 me
A song of ice and fire/Game of throne challenge -A scene from the books that made you happy/laugh. - Tommen the kitten king.
“We shall have to send the darling boy a gift,” the queen declared. “Won’t we, Tommen?”
“We could send him a kitten.”“Yes. but I’m the king. Margaery says that everyone has to do what the king says. I want my white courser saddled on the morrow so Ser Loras can teach me how to joust. I want a kitten too, and I don’t want to eat beets.”
Tommen looked close to tears. “Can I still have a kitten?”
At that hour, her son was fast asleep, but Cersei looked in upon him before seeking her own bed. She was surprised to find three black kittens cuddled up beside him.
Her son was attended by his kittens.
Tommen helped restore her to herself. He had never been more precious to her than he was that morning, chartering about his kittens as he dribbled honey onto a chunk of hot black bread fresh from the ovens. “Ser Pounce caught a mouse.” he told her, “but Lady Whiskers stole it from him.”
