Kit Harington in New York City, June 2014
"Jon Snow, is this a proper castle now? Not just a tower?”
“It is.” Jon took her hand.
“Good,” she whispered. “I wanted t’ see one proper castle, before … before I …”
“You’ll see hundred castles. The battle’s done. Maester Aemon will see to you.” He touched her hair. “You’re kissed by fire, remember? Lucky. It will take more than an arrow to kill you. Aemon will draw it out and patch you up, and we’ll get milk of the poppy for the pain.”
She just smiled at that. “D’you remember that cave? We should have stayed in that cave. I told you so.”
“We’ll go back to the cave,” he said.” You’re not going to die, Ygritte. You’re not.”
“Oh.” Ygritte cupped his cheek with her hand. “You know nothing, Jon Snow,” she sighed, dying.
Sam’s pink plaid shirt n_n’
They gave me a bamboo stick and started to teach me to move my body in ways like acrobatic martial arts. I like to move and I like to dance which helps (laughs). I did some boxing and stuff like that. This was different, this was A LOT harder. My body was like, “What the heck is going on right now?” - Pedro Pascal
That’s right guys. Winchesters are pouty and gorgeous assholes (♥)