#poor pod

[get-cersie-an-elephant]

Police: you're under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle

Brienne: wait.. what do you mean three?

Police: yes... three

Jaime: what?! *turns around and checks* oh fuck!

Arya: uh oh

Police:???

Brienne: PODRICK FELL OFF!

[bethanyactually]

I admit it, I laughed. I felt bad about it, though.

[powerful-art]

Untitled by Simone

[hyrules-warrior]

She is 1000% done

[the-iron-fjord]

The Imp’s squire. Brienne had not even known he had one. Tyrion Lannister was no knight. He might have been expected to have a serving boy or two to attend him, she supposed, a page and a cupbearer, someone to help dress him. But a squire? “Why are you stalking after me?” she said. “What do you want?” “To find her.” The boy got to his feet. “His lady. You’re looking for her. Brella told me. She’s his wife. Not Brella, Lady Sansa. So I thought, if you found her...” His face twisted in sudden anguish. “I’m his squire,” he repeated, as the rain ran down his face, “but he left me.”

A Feast for Crows, Page 115.

[andrew-dunlop]

The Discovery, without the water. Dundee. Impossible Film Poor Pod.