So, latest episode of GoT (s3e9), most traumatic experience yet. Idk how to continue writing this post without spoilers, so I'll just say, a major character died. Well, more than one major character died, depending on how you look at it.
I can't say I didn't see it coming, because I was so keen to know what happened next I spoiled the story for myself by reading synopses of all the novels. So I did see that coming. Except I totally wouldn't have expected it if I didn't already spoil everything. What was so amazing about the show, right, was that it played out the plot sooooo incredibly well. I was lured into a false sense of security (just like the characters who died), and I was thinking, "huh, maybe they're not going to die after all. Maybe the writers changed the script". Then BAM. It happened. Slaughter everywhere.
It was way more tragic than I imagined. I knew there was going to be a slaughter, and I knew the definition of the word slaughter, except when they were actually slaughtered, I still grimaced. I marvel at how amazing the show is though: even when I knew the outcome the episode still managed to surprise me.
Anyway, season 3 of GoT is almost over, and I'm kinda sad because I have to wait ages before the next season. I feel like I should do what I see other people doing, printing out a picture of Emilia Clarke as Daenerys, sticking it on a pillow and then crying to sleep with it.
...Except I might replace Daenerys with Jaime Lannister.
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