Then someone was kneeling over him. “Jaime?” he croaked, almost choking on the blood that filled his mouth. Who else would save him, if not his brother?

“Be still, my lord, you’re hurt bad.” A boy’s voice, that makes no sense, thought Tyrion. It sounded almost like Pod.

Mulder: Don’t give up.
Scully: Please don’t make this any harder than it already is.
Mulder: Okay… okay. If you have any doubts, any doubts at all, just call off that surgery this morning and then we’ll get outta here… just me and you.
Scully: As far away from the darkness as we can get?
Mulder: I’m not sure it works that way. I think maybe the darkness finds you and me.
Scully: I know it does.
Mulder: But, let it try.

lamamama:

#where’s sansa i have more horrifying things to tell her

i could keep you safe

3.22 Dog with Two Bones // 4.22 Bad Timing

You’re Kingsguard, Clegane. We must beat them back or they’re going to take this city. Your King’s city.