davos: i dont have time for your magic tricks
melisandre: illusions davos you dont have time for my ILLUSIONS.
You’re making out with your partner and things start to get hot. You start feeling under their shirt only to discover they’re wearing chain-mail.
The Rains of Castamere begins playing.
i texted scott four days ago to see if he wanted to hang out
he hasn’t replied back yet
but i’m confident that today could be that day