A while back, El finally convinced me to watch the Game of Thrones TV series. Books were better. Books were a lot better, but somehow, during reading that series, the absolute awkward joy by the name of Brienne of Tarth went unnoticed. The character has a surprising, relateable appeal, even if her issues do remain constant.
... And so here I am, at almost 11 o'clock at night, sniveling like a broken-hearted schoolgirl over a bit of Brienne-related fanfiction. It has been years since a piece of writing actually made me cry. Not sure if that's a good or bad thing.
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