*Looks disappointed and embarrassed for every character except Jared*
*Looks disappointed and embarrassed for every character except Jared*
Who’s ready for some good news?
Hold the door. Holdor. Hodor.
Love is in the air. You can smell it, reeking of pig liver or whatever the hell that Tormund was nibbling sensually at Lady Brienne.
Never do more than you’re asked for, you nerd. Overachievers are geeds.
