“So you know the story of House Reyne of Castamere?”
I don’t know where I am. It’s like I’m breaking into a million pieces and there’s only one thing I remember: I have to save the Doctor. He always looks different…I always know it’s him. Sometimes, I think I’m everywhere at once, running every second just to find him. Just to save him. But he never hears me—almost never. I blew into this world on a leaf, I’m still blowing. I don’t think I’ll ever land. I’m Clara Oswald. I’m the Impossible Girl. I was born to save the Doctor.
I am an intelligent, eloquent, well-mannered young woman who just so happens to say “fuck” a lot.
I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW MANY TIMES I’VE QUOTED THIS WITHOUT ANYONE NOTICING

She wants her son alive, or the men who killed him dead. She wants to feed the crows, like they did at the Red Wedding. Freys and Boltons, aye. We’ll give her those, as many as she likes.
i’m pretty sure that littlefinger literally just stands around staring at the iron throne in his free time is that like his hobby or something come on dude pick up knitting or something
hannibal is such a serious business gritty gory show and the fandom is just