Though he supposed the same could be said for several events in his life, Robb Stark was certain that one thing he could never have imagined was that he’d one day be sat in a coffeehouse awaiting the arrival of Tyrion Lannister. It had been Margaery’s suggestion that Robb speak to the other man somewhere away from the Stark Inc. headquarters and Robb had agreed immediately, realizing that in an informal setting the other man would have his guard down at least a little bit. It had been a couple of days since Tyrion had stopped by Robb’s office and the week had now become the weekend, which Robb would normally take full advantage of to spend time with his family but was making a small exception on this particular day. He just hoped as he swirled his coffee around in his mug that it would be worth it, and that Tywin’s youngest son would at least listen to what he had to say.

I hate Panic! At the Disco. I’ve never actually heard their music so I don’t really hate them so much as resent them. Or rather, resent what they stand for. Or rather, resent what I believe they stand for. Or rather, resent my perception of other peoples projections of what they stand for.
—  Michelle of Dark Owl Records sounding a bit like the people on tumblr