ASoIaF Challenge | 26. lines you wish hadn’t been cut from the show | SanSan dialogues
I was younger than you, six, maybe seven. A woodcarver set up shop in the village under my father’s keep, and to buy favor he sent us gifts. The old man made marvelous toys. I don’t remember what I got, but it was Gregor’s gift I wanted. A wooden knight, all painted up, every joint pegged separate and fixed with strings, so you could make him fight. Gregor is five years older than me, the toy was nothing to him, he was already a squire, near six foot tall and muscled like an ox. So I took his knight, but there was no joy to it, I tell you. I was scared all the while, and true enough, he found me. There was a brazier in the room. Gregor never said a word, just picked me up under his arm and shoved the side of my face down in the burning coals and held me there while I screamed and screamed. You saw how strong he is. Even then, it took three grown men to drag him off me. The septons preach about the seven hells. What do they know? Only a man who’s been burned knows what hell is truly like.
“Why did you come here?” “You promised me a song, little bird. Have you forgotten?” She didn’t know what he meant. She couldn’t sing for him now, here, with the sky aswirl with fire and men dying in their hundreds and their thousands. “I can’t,” she said. “Let me go, you’re scaring me.” “Everything scares you. Look at me. Look at me.”
I’ve waited for this a long long time, was to lazy to make it myself…
Stamford’s face did me in!
i’m glad plants can’t talk because when you’d water them they’d make gross drinking noises and be like “mmmm MMMMMmmmm MMMMMM” and it’d be SO UNCOMFORTABLE
and then when you stepped on grass it’d be like “oi what the fuck m8”
is ur grass australian
yes i support gay rights yes i would care if you died no i’m not going to reblog that post
It’s a burning question for us Sam/Dean fangirls/boys - who does the lifting?
Imagine being stuck in an elevator with Tom Hiddleston.
#i’m so sorry you’re trapped #on this elevator #oh dear# do you want my coat #my emergency tea #yes you can have the biscuits too #oh this must be so terrible for you #would you like seventy hugs #a couple of kisses maybe #oh God why are you dead?
my mom is trying to pick a colour for her new wheelchair and me and my dad are telling her to get black and she’s just like “but how will I know if someone is stealing it” and my dad is just like “because you’ll be sitting on the floor” and she slapped him
tumblr is a lot like singing tbh
yeah because you can only hit like 3 notes
i need about 100000000000000000$ for new clothes
HE THOUGHT HIS LIL FRIEND GOT BAKED INTO A COOKIE I AM 100% DONE AWHH