Things I learned watching episode 15 of Game of Thrones
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1. Good-official-bye, Reeds.
2. Doreah should have a dragon.
3. Never take off your armour! Drafts in the stormlands are murder.
4. The best place to show off your six-pack is by a blazing forge. In cloudy weather.
5. When fleeing, always use the back of the tent.
6. Your chest and fingers still move after you die.
7. Schemes and plots are the same thing.
8. Daenerys doesn’t have a lot of people skills.
9. TV Brienne is a beast. And I mean that in the most positive way.
10. TV Stannis is a cunt. And I mean that in the most negative way.
11. Asha can do one mean Neil DeGrasse Tyson impersonation.
12. When you die, the guard you employed three days back will be way more upset over it than your significant other.
13. Fuck anger management. Imma smash stuff with my rock.
14. Margaery knows her absolutes.
15. Dagmer’s jaw isn’t very cleft.
Overall, a kind of disappointing episode — nothing really happens. Brienne was probably the highlight, with a chilling performance that put Loras’ to shame (though there I think direction is to blame). Still not a fan of the little-big changes they’re making to the characters, as I believe they’re going in way over their heads. I’m hoping episode 16 picks up the pace a little bit.
“Flawed”
“At the moment I’d rather talk of nothing and nothing.
Maybe in the sometimes corner of happiness I carve
for my slowly diminishing optimism,
I will place you in my box of GoneAwry
to be studied and picked over
as proof that somewhere, somewhen – if I hide
my vanities, my passing strange –
I will find It.
Or perhaps I am meant to bare
my gradually diseasing heart before everyone
like a drunken Mardi Gras conquest,
meant to let my sordid past dance naked in the firelight
with my fleeting obsessions worn proudly like shrunken heads
around my waist, tossing my private passions
one by one into the flickering flame
where the light illuminates savagely everything
I have done,
will do,
and am doing
wrong.”
- poem by H. M. Ruzicka [source]




