I haven’t been moved to write fanfic until now. I want SO BADLY for Jaime and Brienne to get married and have an awkward life with their giant, gangly children at Casterly Rock. It’s not about romance and love. It’s about those two being so effing perfect for each other as life partners. They already bicker like they’ve been married for twenty years.
The Hound is my spirit animal. Yes, he’s gone mercenary and plans to sell Arya to Lyssa Arryn (like Arya would even let that happen). But, ow that he’s liberated himself from Joffrey and the Lannisters, he’s become such a witty badass.
“We’re not people to you. We’re just a million ways to get what you want.” Gendry handily describes class warfare waged on low born at the hands of high born. His observation is as true in Westeros as it is here.
While I was trolling Game of Thrones stuff, I came across a sub-genre of GoT goods honoring Westeros’ least verbose (and probably most innocent) citizen: Hodor.
I want Arya Stark and Daenerys Targaryen to kill them all. I felt completely gutted by that massacre. I found myself curled around my wine glass, whimpering, “Nothing is ever going to be OK again.”
I’ve got to hand it to Sansa Stark. She took this wedding like a champ, even though it was a funhouse mirror version of the wedding she’d dreamed of since leaving Winterfell.
I’m very happy that this episode spent some time talking about a subject in which I have a lot of interest: sex with Peter Dinklage.
Every other lady on Game of Thrones has resolve, direction, and, in many different ways, power. Sansa just gets used because she’s so much like Ned. Only without the benefit of being a dude.
Let’s contrast that fun tavern song about eating kitties with how rapey this episode was. But, not in a frivolous way, like True Blood. More in the horrifying way, evoking those feelings that rape should evoke in a decent human being.