“You are in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn, of House Targaryen. Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, and Mother of Dragons.”
aggressiveeyerolling replied to your post: so last night hbogo was essentially not working…
Nice Olena/Tywin and Tyrion/Cersei scenes but aside from that the ep was sort of boring + one of characters was so needlessly killed off and her dead body was grossly sexualized
ok I finally finished it and yeah, I’m gonna have to agree. It just wasn’t that interesting and there were so many casually sexist scenes + that AWFUL one, it left such a bad taste in my mouth. it really didn’t hit any emotional high notes either - those usually get a LOT of goodwill for the rest of the show from me. I did enjoy the wall-climbing scenes, Edmure, Sansa, Meera helping Jojen through his vision, and the scenes you mention. but overall… meh. which is too bad because I thought eps 4 and 5 were great overall.
“I COULD BE YOUR FAMILY” ARYA STARK SAYS, WITH TEARS IN HER EYES, THINKING BACK TO HER FATHER WHO IS DEAD AND THE SISTER THAT SHE USED TO FIGHT WITH BUT NOW WOULD GIVE THE WORLD TO SEE AGAIN AND NOW SHE IS FACED WITH THIS LOW BORN BOY THAT SHE CAN’T HELP BUT LOVE AND EVEN THROUGH ALL OF THE SHIT THAT SHE HAS SEEN HE HAS BEEN THE LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS THE ONE THING THAT SHE COULD RELY ON AND FIND THAT SENSE OF COMFORT AND COMPANIONSHIP AND NOW, AFTER EVERYTHING, HE’S JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, HE’S GOING TO LEAVE HER TOO
They mean to scare me. The fool hopped on Jaime’s back, giggling, as the Dothraki swaggered toward him. The goat wants me to piss my breeches and beg his mercy, but he’ll never have that pleasure. He was a Lannister of Casterly Rock, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard; no sellsword would make him scream.
Sunlight ran silver along the edge of the arakh as it came shivering down, almost too fast to see. And Jaime screamed.

“Further on she came upon a feast of corpses. Savagely slaughtered, the feasters lay strewn across overturned chairs and hacked trestle tables, asprawl in pools of congealing blood. Some had lost limbs, even heads. Severed hands clutched bloody cups, wooden spoons, roast fowl, heels of bread. In a throne above them sat a dead man with the head of a wolf. He wore an iron crown and held a leg of lamb in one hand as a king might hold a sceptre, and his eyes followed Dany with mute appeal.”