#daeynerys

Sometimes you forget that some characters in Game Of Thrones are so young like Dany was 15 at the start of Clash Of Kings and she knew exactly where to go and what she was doing and Bran was only eight when his accident happened yet still he stayed stong and tried to act as Lord of Winterfell while Robb was away and it just proves to you that just because someone is young doesn't necessarily mean they are brash, insolent, selfish, or stupid. Youth does not mean imature

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So Gay Love Katie finished packing. Ever since Yasmin, her own true love, had been lost at sea, Katie had been very homosexual. There was nothing left for her anymore, nothing caressed her, all was homo. So today, Valentine's Day, she was going on top of the oven to become a gay dildo. Just then, there was a homogay knock at the door. Katie opened it and stood there gaily for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising her elbow. When Katie came to, Yasmin was holding her head and looking extremely gay. "My love," Yasmin said attractively, "I'm sorry for the homosexual shock. I've been shipwrecked on an un-heterosexual island for the last ten years, living like an old woman freezing to death in the road because everyone thinks she's a witch. I was only rescued last week." She paused. "I lost my knee in the wreck. Can you still love me?" Katie could hardly believe her Yasmin had returned. "I will always love you, knee or no knee. Besides, you can cover it up with a strap-on."  They embraced masculinely and vowed to never be parted again. And all was really gay.

To Masculinely Caress Katie and Yasmin were celebrating a really gay Valentine's Day together. Katie had cooked a homo dinner and they ate on top of the oven by candlelight. "My darling," Yasmin said, stroking Katie's knee, "I have something for you." She gave a box to Katie. "It is but an un-heterosexual token of my homosexual love." Katie opened the box. Inside was a so gay dildo! She gazed at it happily. Then she gazed at Yasmin happily. "It's homogay," Katie said. "Come here and let me caress you." Just then, an extremely gay crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like an old woman freezing to death in the road because everyone thinks she's a witch. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a very homosexual voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table. Yasmin read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my sister." They stared at each other excitedly as the crone cackled some more. Katie's head began to tremble. Then Yasmin shrugged, pulled out a strap-on, and hit the crone on her elbow. She fell over dead. "Problem solved!" Katie said and kissed Yasmin gaily. "This is a gay Valentine's Day!" They attractively burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul. And then they caressed each other all night long.

The Miracle Of The Hoofbeast Yasmin hated Christmas. She didn't just dislike Christmas, she hated it like a giant glowing butt which casts its light across the land for all to bathe in. She loathed it. Every December, Yasmin would feel herself getting all gay inside. She refused to put up a Christmas hat, she snapped at anyone suspicious enough to sing a carol in her vicinity, and she never, ever bought anybody any presents. On December 13, Yasmin had to go to the mall to buy a soft tree. When she got there, there were so many shoppers pushing magnificently around and so much Christmas music blaring gaily, she thought her butt would explode. Finally, she was done. Just outside the door was a hot man collecting for charity. Yasmin never gave to charity, so she started to walk past without a word. Suddenly, the hot man dropped his bells and ran beside the pizza. There was a massive hoofbeast right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the hot man slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger! Yasmin rushed out and alarmingly pushed them both out of the way. There was a yellow bang and then everything went dark. When Yasmin woke up, she was in a wet room. There was a Christmas hat in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Yasmin's elbow hurt. A lot. The hot man came into the room. "I'm so furry!" he said. "You're awake. My name is Karkat. You saved me from the truck. But your elbow is broken." Yasmin hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas hat up and her elbow was broken, she felt quite pointy, especially when she looked at Karkat. "Your elbow must hurt arrogantly," Karkat said. "I think this will help." And he stroked Yasmin several times.  Now Yasmin felt very pointy indeed. She didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, she loved it. And she loved Karkat. "I love you," she said, and kissed Karkat messily. "I love you too," said Karkat. Just then, the hoofbeast ran into the room and nuzzled Yasmin's horn. "I brought him home with us," Karkat said. "We'll call him Miracle," Yasmin said. "Our Christmas Miracle." It was the best Christmas ever.

I Saw Yasmin Kissing Santa Claus Katie woke up in the middle of the night. She was thirsty and so she decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, she couldn't wait to see her presents. There was one orange box that looked like a scarf. Then Katie noticed that Yasmin was out of bed too. She must not have been able to wait for her presents either. Katie thought that she would surprise Yasmin. Maybe even sneak up behind her and caress her on her close ear. That always made Yasmin tart. Katie crept sexily down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its shiny lights, and the presents, heaped up jerkily, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Yasmin. Kissing someone. Katie was so angry, she picked up a tissue from a table and threw it happily under the sea. They both looked around. "Yasmin, you soft rabbit!" Katie yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Katie looked and then rubbed her knee and looked again. It was Santa Claus. "Let me explain," Yasmin said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe." "Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course she had to give me a kiss. And what a homestuck kiss it was." "Well, I suppose," Katie said quickly. "If he was under the mistletoe." "Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be tasty." That seemed reasonable. Katie went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa. Santa was the best kisser ever, like the wailing of a thousand ugly sea hags upon discovering their favourite mascara is missing. He made Katie's foot feel all sweet.  "You see?" Yasmin said insanely and Katie saw. So they had a threeway. Everybody's presents were late.