Fuck Yeah Peter Dinklage

Goodbye, little brother.

Does your daughter know the Tyrion Lannister figurine is you? Yeah, she calls it “Dad-dah.” She just says to me, “Hey, you!” And she calls the toy “Dad-dah.” So that’s a little confusing. She doesn’t know who I am, but she knows that the toy is me. - Peter Dinklage

We met, you and I. Many years ago. You had just been born. Our father brought me and my sister Elia with him on a visit to Casterly Rock. My first time away from Dorne. I didn’t like anything about the Rock. Not the food, not the weather, not your accents. Nothing. But the biggest disappointment…you. The whole way from Dorne all anyone talked about was the monster that had been born to Tywin Lannister. A head twice the size of his body, a tail between his legs, claws, one red eye, the privates of both a girl and a boy. When we met your sister, she promised she would show you to us. Every day we would ask. Every day she would say, “Soon.” Then she and your brother took us to your nursery and…she unveiled the freak. Your head was a bit large. Your arms and legs were a bit small, but no claw. No red eye. No tail between your legs. Just a tiny pink cock. We didn’t try to hide our disappointment. “That’s not a monster,” I told Cersei “That’s just a baby.”