“Yes, I wrote my daughter a letter. And that bastard that made me call him Father took pieces of it, that only Allison would know were from me, and used it to manipulate her, to turn her into something she was never supposed to be. I never wanted her to become me. And it got her killed. I will find that man, and I will kill him. Even if I have to come back from the grave.”—Eaddy Mays (as Victoria Argent)’s very powerful answer to the question of whether or not Victoria actually wrote the letter to Allison (via wolftraps)
“She touched his face. “I was lost without you, Jaime. I was afraid the Starks would send me your head. I could not have borne that.” She kissed him. A light kiss, the merest brush of her lips on his, but he could feel her tremble as he slid his arms around her. “I am not whole without you.”
There was no tenderness in the kiss he returned to her, only hunger. Her mouth opened for his tongue. “No,” she said weakly when his lips moved down her neck, “not here. The septons…”
“The Others can take the septons.” He kissed her again, kissed her silent, kissed her until she moaned. Then he knocked the candles aside and lifted her up onto the Mother’s altar, pushing up her skirts and the silken shift beneath. She pounded on his chest with feeble fists, murmuring about the risk, the danger, about their father, about the septons, about the wrath of gods. He never heard her. He undid his breeches and climbed up and pushed her bare white legs apart.
One hand slid up her thigh and underneath her smallclothes. When he tore them away, he saw that her moon’s blood was on her, but it made no difference.
“Hurry,” she was whispering now, “quickly, quickly, now, do it now, do me now. Jaime Jaime Jaime.” Her hands helped guide him. “Yes,” Cersei said as he thrust, “my brother, sweet brother, yes, like that, yes, I have you, you’re home now, you’re home now, you’re home.” She kissed his ear and stroked his short bristly hair. Jaime lost himself in her flesh. He could feel Cersei’s heart beating in time with his own, and the wetness of blood and seed where they were joined.”—George R.R. Martin, A storm fo swords (via queencersei)
“I was driving on my way to Long Beach where we were filming [Allison’s death scene] and I couldn’t stop sobbing in the car. I’m like, really emotional so I had Florence + The Machine on. And I called him, I called Jeff and I said, ‘I don’t think I can let her go. I just don’t think I can do this. I can’t do this today.’ And he said, just gave me some really beautiful advice and he said, ‘You’re gonna do this. It’s going to be great and she is beautiful.’ And I’ll never forget that.”—Crystal Reed on preparing for her last scene [x] (via wolfspirals)
“I thank my lucky stars that we’ve been able to be on this ride together. We all need companions in the mystery to get you out of your head and into your heart, to moan to and to take the piss out of it all with.”—Andrew Garfield on working with Emma Stone (via andrewgarfielddaily)
“It’s not harder. It’s fun. It’s been fun working with him just because of who he is as an actor and person. I think it would be fun no matter what.”—Emma Stone on working with Andrew Garfield (via andrewgarfielddaily)