Mad fan-girl, with an emphasis on mad. YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE THRONE, SON! WHEN YOU PLAY THIS GAME YOU WIN OR YOU DIE, FOOL! THERE'S NO MIDDLE GROUND, YA HEAR ME?! I'M THE FLIPPING MOTHER-FLIPPING MOTHER OF DRAGONS, CAPISH. Creator of Hipster White-Walker, you've probably never heard of it. Discloser: I've read ALL the books mother lickers. All of them. Like, except Fifty Shades of Grey because I have my pride and I don't fancy catching whatever diseases that book has. (This be one of the secret alter-egos of aetiologist.tumblr. Keep it secret. Keep it safe. Not really though, you guise are cool, let's be friends.) I'm rather into Lord of The Rings, Game of Thrones, Doctor Who, The Hobbit, and oxford commas. I like the words FAB, socks, Fez, and Friday. Let's party like it's 1999.
This is my red velvet and white chocolate Weirwood cake, because I am of the North and still pray to the Old Gods.