As much as I’m now noticing how people dislike Sasha for being mean to Rhys, I haven’t seen anyone mention the fact that Sasha stopped to retrieve Vaughn before going after her sister at the end of the death race.

I mean, the last we see of Vaughn in the race is when he was driving the truck that is involved in the wreck that can determinantly kill Fiona if you don’t ditch fast enough. The next time we see them, Sasha’s on the bike she whacked the psycho off in the arena, and she’s got Vaughn behind her. Even if she only went to the wreck to get her sister, she stayed long enough to let Vaughn come with her. Such heartlessness.


He dreamed of a better place, a snug little cottage by the sunset sea. The walls were lopsided and cracked and the floor had been made of packed earth, but he had always been warm there, even when they let the fire go out. She used to tease me about that, he remembered. I never thought to feed the fire, that had always been a servant’s task. “We have no servants,” she would remind me, and I would say, “You have me, I’m your servant,” and she would say, “A lazy servant. What do they do with lazy servants in Casterly Rock, my lord?” and he would tell her, “They kiss them.” That would always make her giggle. “They do not neither. They beat them, I bet,” she would say, but he would insist, “No, they kiss them, just like this.” He would show her how. “They kiss their fingers first, every one, and they kiss their wrists, yes, and inside their elbows. Then they kiss their funny ears, all our servants have funny ears. Stop laughing! And they kiss their cheeks and they kiss their noses with the little bump in them, there, so, like that, and they kiss their sweet brows and their hair and their lips, their… mmmm… mouths…so…”
They would kiss for hours, and spend whole days doing no more than lolling in bed, listening to the waves, and touching each other. Her body was a wonder to him, and she seemed to find delight in his. Sometimes she would sing to him. I loved a maid as fair as summer, with sunlight in her hair. “I love you, Tyrion,” she would whisper before they went to sleep at night. “I love your lips. I love your voice, and the words you say to me, and how you treat me gentle. I love your face.”

Favorite Character Meme - [2/4] Relationships - Tyrion & Tysha


Favorite choreos (in chronological order):

1. Heute ist ein guter Tag, um Geshichte zu Schreiben; May 23, 2001.

2. Die Könige; Aug 26, 2006.

3. 1900 Jahre FCB; Feb 28, 2010.

4. Unsere Stadt, Unser Stadion, Unser Pokal; May 19, 2012.

5. Die Farben des besten Vereins; Dec 1, 2012.

6. Und Heute ist wieder ein guter Tag; May 25, 2013.

7. We just can’t get enough; Aug 13, 2013.

8. Immer noch auf der Suche? Nov 23, 2013.


Charlie, Miles & Monroe | 2.16

I’ll give you this one, you did alright.

It wasn’t me, it was your niece.