A lion of the Rock, the rightful queen of these Seven Kingdoms, trueborn daughter of Tywin Lannister. And hair grows back.
What will happen when they grow too large for the pit? Will they turn on one another with flame and claw? Will they grow wan and weak, with withered flanks and shrunken wings? Will their fires go out before the end? What sort of mother lets her children rot in darkness? (x)
“This gentleman on the drumkit here, his name is Mr. Matthew J Helders III, the agile beast himself. The thunder thief. The rhythm panther. Give him a round of applause if you like him Coachella, for fucks sake, feel free. As if he hasn’t already done enough for ya, hes gonna sing this next number.” - ADT