#true targaryanism if I’ve ever seen it

[darksisterkayde]

They look like THIS and y’all are questioning if they are the rightful heirs?!?

[metalgearkong]

Game of Thrones: Season 8 Thoughts & Review

5/20/19 **spoilers**

Produced by David Benioff & DB Weiss (HBO)

It took me a few years to actually begin watching Game of Thrones after it came out, but once I did, I became a die-hard fan, and even started reading the books.  This series truly felt like a post-modern take on Lord of the Rings or any other high fantasy properties in the best possible way. The complex and gray morality, clever dialog, intrigue, backstabbing, dramatic character changes, and authentic production vales help make this one of the best TV shows of all time. Seeing the bad guys constantly get the upper hand on people much more honorable and virtuous has a strange addictive quality to it, I believe because it made you hunger for justice that much more. 

While George R.R. Martin is still working on the 5th book in the series, show runners David Benioff and DB Weiss quite literally ran out of material to draw from. This was the slow but eventual collapse of the quality of Game of Thrones. Everyone who worked on the show should be applauded for the amazing prop, set, costume design, music, cinematography, and great acting, but it was the dialog, intrigue, and subversion that truly made the show special. Pulling dialog from the books felt like the easy part when compared to casting, acting, and everything visual and audio that goes into making the show. I was a big fan of seasons 1-6 (topped off with the epic Battle of the Bastards), but season 7 and 8 have been nearly unbearable.

From the out of character dialog and choices, to disappointing resolutions, to outright illogical plot progression, Game of Thrones seasons 7 & 8 have been felt like a jarring shift in priorities for the producers. Spectacle and special effects seem to have taken over. Now, with season 8 finally concluded, the final season of one of the most successful and popular TV shows of all time, I can give my true thoughts to how this grand series has come to a close. Unlike many reviews of this show online, I will avoid all hyperbole and exaggeration in my opinions, so as to be as honest as possible.

Season 8 didn’t truly piss me off until episode 3 with the Battle of Winterfell. The Night King, White Walkers, and army of the dead have been the big overarching threat for the entire world, ever since the show began. Part of why Jon Snow was ostracized so much is because he was one of the few people who believed in the White Walker threat. Banding together the Seven Kingdoms seemed like the point of the show, in a way that the petty squabbling, greed, and power meant nothing compared to total annihilation. I thought this conflict would have taken place at the end of the season as well, symbolizing what truly matters means much more than, quite literally, games of thrones.

But apparently not. The White Walkers and wights entirely rendered extinct with one stab of a dagger, their leader, the oh-so-built-up Night King, had no personality, no motive, no explanation, and we didn’t even get to see him properly fight. On a more thematic level, he and Jon never got a chance to spar or have a heart to heart. Jon spent the entire battle either flying around on his dragon, then being pinned down behind some rubble. Arya, who I think is a very cool and capable character, defies all logic and thematic purpose, and flies out of nowhere, delivering the killing blow to the Night King. Not only does she instantly kill him, but every White Walker and wight. Effectively, the writers got themselves out of a logistical nightmare and just proclaimed all the bad guys to be defeated at once. 

I don’t necessarily mind Arya doing it, but I take huge offense to how it happened. Her entire story from the show’s inception had nothing to do with White Walkers or larger existential threats. She was all about training and getting revenge on the people who have so deeply wronged her and her family. It was Jon’s story that had everything to do with honor and being a good enough leader to gather the world together to defeat this mythical threat. From a more grounded standpoint, why also, even if Arya ran through a courtyard filled with White Walkers and leaped close enough to kill the Night King, why then when he spun around and grabbed her, did she not turn into a White Walker? We’ve seen this happen many times that the Night King simply has to touch you to instantly convert you. How cool would it have been if Arya, this epic badass, now was on the side of the enemy and had to be put down by the people she loved? 

Cleaning up after the battle, Jaime hooks up with Brienne of Tarth, only to immediately leave her for Cersi. Of course, in between episodes, the entire world thought it was a trick so he could get close to Cersi and kill her, fitting with his character and who he’s become to be. But nope, turns out he truly did hit it and quit it with Brienne, and not only did Jaime go back to Cersi, they both die under the crumbling keep. This is one of the biggest character assassinations (figuratively) I’ve seen since Luke in The Last Jedi. Jaimie went from being a scumbag knight to champion of the downtrodden, only to revert back to Cersi at the last moment at the height of his redemption. This season has so many idiotic moments I can’t even remember them all.

I actually don’t mind at all with the direction Daenerys’ character went. I felt it was always going to be her fate as a Targaryan and daughter of the Mad King to massacre people in her conquest for the throne. After she fights her whole life for what she wants and feels she is entitled to, Daenerys finds out she isn’t even the true heir, and that Jon is. The extra frustrating part for her, is that Jon doesn’t even want the throne, and now practically everyone knows she doesn’t have the right to be Queen. On top of all of it, Jon doesn’t even want to sleep with her, knowing she is his aunt, but she doesn’t care, as that’s never really stopped Targaryans before (and in fact I think most of the time they aim to keep their bloodline as pure as possible). All of this lead to her snapping and burning King’s Landing. I get it, and I think its a fitting arch for her character. 

I also fully expected Jon to kill Dany someday because she would grow too power hungry. The death itself was underwhelming, but why in god’s name did Drogon not then kill Jon? The Dothraki and Unsullied would have never let Jon live after doing that. And then after everything he’s gone through: resurrection, uniting kingdoms, becoming warden of the north, realizing he’s a Targaryan, he’s sent back to the Wall (and by his own brother!) And I suppose Arya is just Columbus now, sailing west until she hits the back side of Essos. The show wrapped up far more neatly and happy than I ever expected, and it makes me want to finish reading the books to see how the events “truly” happened.

I wont say it’s all bad. I was quite physically on the edge of my seat for every minute of this season. It had my full attention and engagement despite constantly subverting my expectations in the worst possible ways. The season did have some highlights and some stand-out moments, but not nearly of the same ratio as it used to. One of my favorite moments of all Game of Thrones was in the final episode when Tyrion describes stores as what turly brings people together, not war or banners or violence. And as he said this, I recalled all the friendships made or that have been evolved, not only because of Game of Thrones, but other TV shows, movies, video games, and so on. It felt like something right out of George R.R. Martin’s philosophy and I loved that message. But you’re only as good as your final performance and unfortunately Game of Thrones ended on an epic slow death. I love the show for so many reasons but it makes me less inclined to go back and watch it again knowing what it all accumulated to.

5/10

[tothedevilsshowclosed]

through a screen of smoke was how he had imagined he would first see her. sitting atop the whole world with her dragons. such dreams had only started to come recently, with the talk of her sailing for westeros. he was ashamed to admit that when he had first heard of her, the mother of dragons, he had not believed. he did not believe in such fanciful tales. the dragons were dead. the targaryens so far lost to the world that there was no reason to go looking for them. a prince and princess in exile were not royal at all. written off entirely. he had no desire to search them out when they both resided in tyrosh. everyone knew of the exiled targaryens. the golden company had even dined with her brother, viserys targaryen, when he, himself had been only a boy. but reinstating a crown to a disposed line was more work than it was worth sometimes. the golden company had bolstered up claims to the throne before, the blackfyre line had strong and heavy ties to them and they had fought in westeroi battles before, even sent tyroshi brides to targaryen princes. but he had never been eager once he was old enough to decide to ever lay his life down for such a claim. 

he did not reveal this shame to daenerys. he had been here some days now but he instead has offered her his sword, not only his but that of the whole golden company. proving some worth by having refused the gold offered them by cersei lannister some time ago. when there had been a battle for the iron throne. one, he feels now, was too easily cast aside. but his dreams told him that the reclaiming of valyria was important. the hazy dreams he had that told him the stories he had been fed his whole life had to be true. his mother was a cunning and deceitful woman but her talk of having descending from the great dragonriders, gods among men really, of being the blood of old valyria. she claimed her father descended from the great valyrian nobles who had survived the doom and her mother a blackfyre descendant. fanciful things, he thought, to keep something old and sacred to the golden company alive. that was their source of money and power, was it not? when his father had fought with them. not valiantly but still he fought, bloodily and savagely. as was his reputation. his strange dreams he had long credited with his mother’s dark arts. she had been so enraptured with such things that it had killed her. 

and yet now these dreams dragged him from tyrosh to valyria in search of the mother of dragons, to reveal to her something that has been troubling him, disturbing his sleep. her, beautiful beyond measure, wearing a crown of gold, surrounded by her dragons, seated not on the iron throne, not on the seat of this valyrian fort. but on top of the whole world. the dragonriders of old had considered themselves as gods, above the old gods, the seven, or any of the ones worshiped throughout the free cities. they with their dragons and their blood magic had managed to create in themselves a power that no other could possess. the power so overwhelming belonged only to the blood of valyria. and he knew that though the northern king on the iron throne claimed such roots as well there was no way of telling. but it was not a bastard boy running under the banner of a child that rhaegar targaryan had not been alive to claim that he had seen in his dreams. it was her, daenerys targaryen, the mother of dragons, khalessi of the great grass sea, the breaker of chains. a goddess among men and women, no doubt. 

she had welcomed him and his men into her land. her land now that she had taken it. the targaryen banners flying in the air, her dragons high above in the skies, roaming and free as they were meant to be. he feels in him then a sense of belonging, completely and entirely consumed. and yet somewhat humbled in her presence. daenerys does not strike fear but a strange surge of feeling, commitment, devotion, after their first drink together he found that he would be willing to charge into any battle on the front lines, ready to die for her. but she was interested in battles no more it would seem. she wanted this freehold, her kingdom here, with her children. but to him there seemed to be a hunger in her eyes, perhaps for more, for so much more. and if his dreams could be trusted it would be hers for the taking. 

the trouble was he was a stranger. their link to old valyria was not enough to sway her. after all he could be lying, deceitful and full of ambition. the latter was the truth no doubt. but the former was not. he believed in nothing his whole life. but sitting across from her then, his visions come to life, he believed completely and entirely in her. she had agreed to speak with him in private. and he felt this odd sense of surrender deep inside of him. did she know her affect over him? the day before he had asked her before her people to consider a marriage. he had talked so openly about the importance of their blood. although his was convoluted and not at all the purity of her own, or if rumor could be trusted that of jon snow, the king in westeros. but still he had approached in eagerness and pomp. putting himself on display, with the gold and embellishments of his company and his homeland he found it easy to showcase. he even revealed unto her the night before of his vision that told pf somewhere buried under all the old valyrian ruin were more dragon eggs. 

yet here alone where he’s removed all show. he finds himself staring at her in short intervals between words. watching her with his breath held as if he’s waiting on her next movement or words. why had she agreed to sit here with him tonight of all nights? had she considered it? would she send him away? tell him she wanted no more war, that westeros had denied her? would she tell him his dreams were tall tales his mother had spun in her magic and he had to return to tyrosh? he looks at her as he leans back in his chair, his hand loosely holding his now empty cup of wine. and he wonders about her until finally she is looking at him again. “i’ve been here some time now and you haven’t told me what it is you think of me.” it sounds childish almost, doesn’t it? as if his greatest concern was that she like him. he lets out a small breath of a laugh. “of what i’ve come here to tell you.”

@ofimaginarybeings // these are both too long oops

[skeletonsinherheart]

“I’m sorry. I’m so…sorry.”

What is it that keeps me going. Is it really just the violence? A way to bleed it out without actually doing it? Or feeling it? Because that’s what I’ve chosen. To bleed out. Yes it hurts…God does it ever. But as it seems, no matter what pain this brings me, I know you still want it. Just as much as I still want it no matter what pain it brings me. Or rather, brings us. I know this is difficult for you just as it is for me. You didn’t say much in the way of just how much this affects you, but you didn’t really have to. I saw it all behind your eyes and written across your face. The last few days alone without talking to you have been really hard, I had to stop myself from reaching out more times than I’d like to admit. From the moment you left me, up until the moment I decided to send this. But I’m sure I didn’t need to tell you that for you to know. At this point, I don’t care what you say or what blame you try to shoulder, I’ve done this to myself. But I feel that…there exists an equal amount of pain in this for me as there is life, so much life. An existence and feeling that I didn’t even realize I had been lacking until you woke me up. An awakening of connection. Of my body mind, soul. All of them yours, and only yours. You don’t just own me in a dom way, you own me as a whole. No matter what you choose. No matter where I look, at whoever I look for. And you tell me that if I only see you, I may miss another. But I don’t think you understand. 
There is nothing left for me to search for, to try to find. There is nothing for me to miss. You are everything. Everything about you fits into me, and it’s as effortless as breathing with you. Something I humorously seem to have quite a bit of trouble with when you’re around. It’s like you are me. Much as I have tried to ignore it, rationalize it away, compartmentalize it, you’ve seeped into me, deeper than any hands could ever reach. And no matter what I do from this point forward, I have absorbed you so deeply that I don’t think I could ever be rid of you. I could disappear from your life completely and never speak to you again, and all of this would still remain the same. When I look at you, when you stare back, I see universes staring back at me. All of them, all at once, spanning the entirety of infinity. When I look at you, I see you. I don’t think you understand.
Never in my life has any one person made me…FEEL…so much, so strongly, so often. Each time you have come around, your entire being has managed to demolish and level every manner of protection I ever saw fit to build. You burnt everything to the ground. Every wall, every corner marked with caution tape, every sign that read Do Not Enter. And each time, all it took was your eyes. Twice in the span of 6 months has fire been the source destruction in my life, of everything else I had left, inside and out. The real fire, which you have now seen the remains of with your own eyes, and you. And now I don’t know what it is that I’m left with. Smoldering rubble? Ash? Do I mourn the loss? Or revel in the destruction? Because destruction spawns creation. But, the question is now, the creation of what? Because I refuse to believe that your reappearance into my life is an accident. A mistake. Chance. I believe it to be creation, no matter what you think. Build. Destroy. Rebuild. Whatever this is…whatever we have, it is something that is one in a million, in every facet. Maybe one day what you said comes true. I find someone. I love them. They love me. But I would be settling for something that is second best, because I believe that my soul will always be searching for you, wherever you are. According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves. And to be completely honest, I truly believe that is what I have stumbled upon. When I once again heard my name in your mouth, the ground felt like a language I hadn’t spoken in years. I forgot everything I knew about gravity, and everything else. I’ve mentioned to you before that I want a great many things from you. Would you like to know what some of them are? I want Saturday morning cartoons with you. I want to lay my head in your lap while you watch and introduce me to Doctor Who, because it’s one of the few things I haven’t gotten into yet. I want to watch our favorite shows together at night and we talk about our love or dislike for them. I want to share more Game of Thrones theories all the way through next year until it’s bitter end, and to finish it with you, because how else are either of us supposed to cope with THAT absolutely massive loss on our own, much less with someone who understands? I want to always be there when your hair falls into your eyes so that I can push it back with my fingers. I want your relentless ball busting and sarcasm, day and night, in the morning before I’ve even really woken up, at night when I’m falling asleep with my head on your chest and you flick my ear to wake me up, pretending you didn’t do anything. I want your ridiculous jokes when we’re trying to have a serious talk, or have sex but we just crack jokes and burst out laughing because we can’t help it. (POP - It’s a boy!) I want to watch Bo’s standup with you and share things with you that you haven’t seen so I can watch you laugh, and have you be there to teach me about things I’ve never seen or heard of. I want to buy and build that ridiculous $500 lego Death Star with you, to come home and have it be a project we’re both so excited to work on together and finish. I want to go to Harry Potter world with you, just to watch your eyes light up with excitement the same exact ways that mine do, and be there to watch you get your first wand and taste how sweet and wonderful frozen butterbeer is. I want to bring you Star Wars presents that I know you will love, and I will love them just as much. I want a giant nerd man cave with those beautiful Zelda prints scattered about the walls, and a massive Master Sword and Hylian Shield displayed right along with them. I want to show you Twilight Princess and play it with you, to watch you fall in love with it in all the same ways I did, because it’s clear to me that that’s how things work between us. I want to be there in the future to experience things together for the first time, things we both love and are passionate about. Whether it be games, movies, places….anything and everything. I’d want to have beautiful nerdy little blonde haired Targaryan dragon Slytherin babies with you, a son particularly, and teach him how best to take up our mantle of taking over the world. I want all of your stupid walls and all of your stupid feelings, all the stupid sappy shit we both think are dumb. I want your anger and your pain just as fiercely as I want your happiness and laughter. I want all the parts of you that you refuse to give. Because all I’ve ever done is give people pieces of me that they didn’t deserve, and nowadays I’m never quite sure what is left of me. But whatever is left…whatever you see, I want to give it all to you. I was always okay with just being somebodies someone. But since you, I don’t want to be anyone’s, I want to be your someone. Because I truly believe with every cell in my body that you belong with me. I would do anything in the world for the chance to be the person you come home to every day. Because every time I see you, I feel like I am home. Can you blame me for fighting so hard for that? Even still? How can I not? The last time I saw you, in our finals moments of the fast approaching goodbye, you cradled my face in your hands like I was something. That I meant something. That I was someone. That I mattered. You held every piece of me in that moment. Every burnt, smoldering, bleeding piece. In that moment, I let my face fall, I removed my mask and completely dropped the facade I’ve been so desperately clinging to, and I let you see what my pain really looks like. Utterly vulnerable. Something I do not allow or grant to anyone anymore. But I figure, what else could I possibly have to lose at this point, as I have nothing else. And I know that all of this, everything I’ve written is waaaay too fucking long and I’ve probably edited and added it over 100 times by now, hence the length, as the first draft was a fuckton shorter. And reading it back to myself over and over, it’s all just stupid poetic bullshit, I didn’t say ‘fuck you’ or 'eat a dick’ once so clearly this is way too serious, and neither of us like serious. I hate serious. I hate tears, feeling, emotions. Emotions are stupid and illogical and it drives me insane. But this is what you bring out of me, and I refuse to believe it’s for nothing. If you still choose the same path…you might be able to look her in the face and still put a ring on her finger. But do you think that you will look back and wonder? Picture your life if you had chosen differently? I would. I do. I know what you still want. I know that you love her. And who am I to compete against that and 6 years of time and investment? Nothing. Because you don’t love me, at all. But I ask you to ponder this. Everything that you just read, I want you to picture that as your future. Even if for a moment. Picture the potential of all of it. Because I would take any future with you. I don’t need a big house, fancy cars, fancy anything. I could live in a cardboard box with you and I would still be happy. I wouldn’t need a ring or a stupid piece of paper to tell me anything. I could live forever happy with the simplicity of just being with you. I don’t need much. I don’t. I never have. But…if the prospect of all of that is still not enough, then I’ll have to find a way to deal with that. I don’t know how. I don’t even know if I could. I know this isn’t a fairly tale, but this is something very real. And I know it’s never made logical sense to win in this. Much as I’m never one to ever give up, I still always seem to be the one that loses in the end and I’m tired of it. But again, I’ll have to find a way to deal. I’ve done it a thousand times over, what’s one more. All I know is that it’s far too late for me, because I don’t know how to give up. I never have.

[jacobsflashreaction]

Here is my review for Game of Thrones season 7, episode 5 ‘Eastwatch’. This will be done in order of Location, just because there so much to talk about.

If you have not seen the episode yet, then I highly recommend that you venture no futher.

After last week’s intense episode ‘Spoils of War’, this highly anticipated episode was expected to be a true masterpiece, and that it was. After the final scene of that episode placed many fans into an explosive and fiery cardiac arrest, we started this episode immediately after. The ground was ash, bodies laid to rest burned to a crisp, and the remaining Lannister soldiers were filled with defeat.

The shot of all the soldiers walking towards Dany, was such an iconic picture in my mind. Drogon showing himself as a true powerhouse, although he was injured in the battle, he came out the other side with absolutely no injuries. This is just one of her dragons, imagine what will happen when she uses all three.

When Dany gives them her offer, “bend the knee” or be killed, she truly depicted herself in the image of the Mad King. Although there are times when she is truly pictured to look like her father, he would never have given his enemies the choice, she is attempting to give her enemies an option although for two people that option was never the correct choice. Lord Tarly and his son showed true courage, he stood tall to tell Khaleesi exactly what he thought of her, Tyrion and her Dothraki army, without the slightest spark of fear. While his son scampered, as if almost regretting the decision he has just made.

Tyrion’s attempt to twist her leg and get her to change her mind was unsuccessful, and he is showing signs of a man losing faith in himself. He is a wise man, but unfortunately for him, his plans have not done their cause a shred of justice. This is a character that always knew he was the smartest man in the room, “I drink and I know things”, yet nothing he seems to be doing now really seems to be working.

The death of Randell Tarly and Dickon Tarly, leaves a gapping emotional wound on both Tyrion and Varys, forcing Varys to think deep into his memories of times when he was the master of whispers for Aegon. It suggests that although Dany isn’t turning into her father, people are right to fear her and if word gets out about this cruel choice that she gave the soldiers, could people slowly start to see Cersei as a better option. All they knew about her was that she was The Mad Kings daughter and they have been told that she will burn all the seven kingdoms. We all see The Mother of Dragons free the slaves, as well as grow into an intelligent leader, but these soldiers only see her as the women who murdered their commander, a man who was known all over Westeros.

There was some relief in the eyes of fans today, when we saw that Jaime and Bronn were lucky enough to survive and not enter Dany’s judgmental custody. Bronn’s character this season has truly become the voice of reason for Jaime, always there questioning every controversial move he makes, and today was no different. “Dragons is where our partnership ends”.

When Jaime heads to Cersei to tell her of the defeat, she repeats “We have the Tyrells gold, we can buy mercenaries”. Which is all well and good, but what are the Golden Company (Mercenary group) going to do against three dragons and an army of Dothraki, better yet Dany still has her own set of mercenaries, she could quite easily bring Daario and the Second Sons over to join the war. Jaime shows that unlike his character in season 1, he has grown a conscience and he knows that they are done for, when talking of the Dothraki alone, he says “It’s a sport for them”, suggesting an agreement with what Robert Baratheon had said in season 1.

The relationship between the characters is wearing thin, which is something that we had all hope to happen sooner. Unfortunately, shade was thrown over the set of fans who want him to hill her, when she announces she is pregnant. The question “Whose is it?” potentially foreshadows a reason to tip him completely off the edge, if the baby isn’t truly his. Surely if she had lied to him, then that would be the catalyst for him to kill her, but us fans can only hope. The woman is truly a manipulative bitch.

In the north, we finallys see the shot of the ravens flying over the Nights King, which was in the trailer for the season. In this scene we see the over arching connection between Bran and the Nights King, as he is actually able to stop Brans vision entirely. This scene shows that they are both bound together in some way and there are some fans that believe both of the characters need to die, to end the magic that is in play in the war for the dawn. Also, the Nights king knows that Bran is the only one who understands how to defeat them, so does this mean that Bran being south of the wall, could possibly be the reason for the White Walkers to be heading down uicker than usual.

In Winterfell, there is growing hostility between the northernmen, as Jon has still not returned. The support for Sansa to be Lady of the North, is growing although she just shrugs it off. However, their is hostility growing in their house as well, between Arya and Sansa. Arya doesn’t believe that her sister is truly backing up Jon, as sees her alligience with Little Finger as a way to over throw him and take his place, especially as she is a legitimate Stark, whereas Jon, is not.

Because of this, Arya follows Lord Baelish, watching him from the shadows. She sees him reecieve a letter of the Maester, which she finds suspicious, I mean of course its suspicious, Little Finger is involved. When she reads the letter, its understood that it is the letter that Sansa wrote to Robb in season 1, asking him to bend the knee to Joffrey and calling Ned a traitor. Arya doesnt know that Cersei forced her to write this.

For the first time this season, Little Finger is actually one step ahead, knowing exactly what Arya would do, especially as the sisters were not getting along anyway. How much chaos will he cause between the Stark sisters, before Bran gets involved and tells them of his plans. His death can not come any sooner.

Onto Dragonstone and when Dany returns to her home, we finally get to see Jon face to face with a dragon. The horror on his face, was amazing acting by Kit Harrington, who I thought did an amazing job in this episode. The look on Daenerys’ face when she sees him touching Drogon, shows her immense shock and confusion, as her dragons rarely let anyone come close to them. Is this the first step in Jon realising his Targaryen heritage?

She then asks about the time Davos said about his “Taking a dagger to the heart?” but Jon just waves it off as a figure of speech. I’m beginning to wonder why he is holding back on her finding that piece of information out.

Seeing Jorah return to Khaleesi was an amazing reunion, one that beats the reunions we’ve gotten from the Stark family so far, this season. Jorah is obviously in love with the women, which is shown in the ever so slight awkwardness when they hug. However, I want to see the reunion between Jorah and Longclaw, a sword that would have been his, if he wasn’t exiled. I don’t believe he will take Longclaw off Jon, but I do honestly think that he will be offered it. I was also expecting Jorah to speak of Sam, the man who cured him. That would have made Dany look like a dick, knowing that she killed the father and brother of the man who had cured her closest friend.

Even after receiving the letter from Winterfell, it is obvious to see that Dany now fully believes the threat of the White Walkers, however she knows that if she was to take her soldiers to the north to fight them, Cersei will reclaim the throne fully and take the seven kingdoms, it’s really like a baby throwing its dummy out of the pram. She can’t fight two wars at once, so she truly needs Cersei to call of the war, at least until further notice.

You can also start to see the connection between Dany and Jon, as her reaction to Jon offering to go north of the wall, is more emotional than the reaction she gives to Jorah. This does suggest that a marriage between the characters could be likely, especially knowing that Targaryans are well known for keeping it in the family. “I’ve become fond of him.”

We will quickly run back over to King’s Landing where we were gifted with two rather unusual reunions. Tyrion and Jaime’s reunion has been expected for a long time and it was guaranteed to be interesting. The brothers who were loyal to each other before these events, were not the same as they once was. Jaime hates Tyrion for what he did to their father, he knows his brother is fighting on the other side of the war, but he won’t hurt him, no matter how much he wants too. Jaime also blames himself for Tywin’s death, as it was him that had set Tyrion free. Whereas Tyrion still loves his brother, he knows that Jaime has made many mistakes and is still being manipulated by Cersei, yet he is cautious around him, and when they talk it looks as if they are treading on broken glass.

When Jaime returns to Cersei, she already knows that the two brothers had met, she even let it happen. She surprisingly accepts Daenerys’s terms. But Cersei sees this as an opportunity to get one over her rival, if this is the case, could this be where we see The Mountain vs The Hound.

Another reunion, that has been long awaited is Davos and Gendry. “I thought you might still be rowing.” To some fans this may have been unexpected, or though it was always believed that Gendry would be part of the small group Jon takes north of the wall. Gendry’s character has been sorely missed in the series, and it was never truly payed off when he left. But when he is asked to join Davos, he is very quick to say yes, not even allowing him to finish what he was saying.

Most importantly, Gendrys war hammer. Fans were hoping that he would end up wielding his father’s Warhammer, or at least a rebuilt version, as it was smashed by Rhaegar I the battle of the Trident. However, this is quite close, and I can’t wait to see him throttling some Whites with it.

Gendry and Jon meeting for the first time is an interesting one, as they believe that their fathers had a long history together, (I say believe as they both think Ned was Jon’s father. Ironically their actual fathers hated each other), and Gendry believed that together, they could truly make history and defeat anything in their way.

We will now go to Eastwatch, and I have missed Tormund, “What about the big lady?” Tormund knows that going beyond the wall is almost suicidal, and yet it is the only way to truly prove to the queens that the threat of the White Walkers is real, “The queen that fucks her brother, or the queen with the Dragons?”

Before they go, they enter the cells to see that the Brotherhood of Banners got their first, and are aiming to go in the same path as Jon, Jorah, Tormund and Gendry. As Gendry is truly the only character that had dealing with the brotherhood, he says not to trust them, but unfortunately what choice do they really have. Remember that they are some of the names on Arya’s list for selling Gendry to the Red women, and The Hound may or may not still be on the list himself.

As they are North of the wall in the remaining episodes, if no both then just the one. It is obvious to see that not all of these characters will survive on this heroic quest. It is expected that Jon may even lose his life, but Beric will put his life force into Jon, like he did with Catlyn Stark in the books. This will bring Jon back from death a second time, and hopefully this time will be his last visit to the afterlife. My other death prediction for these characters is Tormund, I really hope I am wrong in this one as I love his character, But the TV show is awful for these sorts of things.

I know that I’m being awkward and not going with the correct sequence of events, but I saved Oldtown for last deliberately, because in my eyes, one of, if not the most important things came out of these scenes.

The Maesters of the Citadel have slowly proven themselves to be rather useless in the affairs of the country. They disbelieve in what Bran has seen and even though they are in the presence of someone who has witness the White Walkers, they still decide to put it to one side. They desire proof, like Dany and Cersei, however they have showed no interest in even attempting to find out more. Sam stands up for the cause, however they still disbelieve of what is to come. Its rather ironic that the people who are supposed to know everything, really don’t know an awful lot.

Also, Jim Broadbent’s character knows of the demise of Samuels family, yet he does nothing. He could have told him by now, as all of the maesters in that council seem to know, so it means that he probably had plenty of time to tell him.

Now here is the most important part of the episode in my eyes. When Gilly is reading through the journal that was written by an old Maester, she almost reveals something huge, but doesn’t quite get to finish. She reveals that Prince Rhaegar has his marriage annulled (he was originally married to Elia Martell), and then had a secret wedding. Unfortunately, before Gilly could finish, she was abruptly stopped by Sam. However, we all are now able to accurately guess (they could always throw a spanner in the works, but I doubt it), that Rhaegar and Lyanna Stark were married, before Jon was born. This would mean that Jon isn’t a bastard after all and that he is in fact a true Targaryan, the rightful heir to the iron throne due to primogeniture succession. This would mean that his claim to the throne would be stronger than Daenerys’.

Think Dany may be a tad pissed off about this.

However, will Jon welcome his heritage with open arms, because he was brought up a Stark and he has always seen himself as the bastard of that house. I truly believe that Jon Snow will keep try to keep himself a Snow, but whether he will be allowed to do that is a different thing entirely. Now all we need is for Bran to tell him that he is a Targaryan and for Gilly to blurt out that he isn’t a bastard.

That’s my review for this week, thank you so much for reading.

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Game of Thrones S7E6 ‘Eastwatch’ Review Here is my review for Game of Thrones season 7, episode 5 ‘Eastwatch’. This will be done in order of Location, just because there so much to talk about.

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both standing on business

They look like THIS and y’all are questioning if they are the rightful heirs?!?