I love how Tywin’s treating Jaime exactly the same way Lucille treated Buster when he lost his hand.
Careful, honey, it’s loaded,” he said, reentering the bedroom.
Her back rested against the headboard. “This for your wife?”
“No. Too chancy. I’m hiring a professional.”
“How about me?”
He smirked. “Cute. But who’d be dumb enough to hire a lady hit man?”
She wet her lips, sighting along the barrel.
Why is no one freaking out over Mater from Cars? The guy lives in a junkyard full of car parts… which wouldn’t be that bad if he didn’t exist in a universe of talking cars
He sleeps surrounded by discarded organs and hollowed out corpses
The Cars universe is so fucked up if you give it more than twenty seconds of thought
she reaches down seductively. I guide her hand to my zipper. she unzips my fanny pack by mistake. raviolis spill out everywhere