Game of Thrones
Episode 8
Second Sons
Summary:
Arya is about to smash Sandor with a rock.
Sandy is having none of it. Arya is intimidating.
Gregor once killed a man for snoring.
I hear he hates mimes too.
They're going to the Twins.
Arya is going to be Sandor's date for the wedding?
Yunkai. Yunkish?
Yun...Loyal.
Second Sons.
I wonder if there's a Number One Sons.
Titan or bastard?
Or gloriously handsome?
Itsa me Faabio Naharis?
Now I'm blue. Because he isn't.
No one can afford to lose to a girl.
Or dragons. Or Unsullied. Or the best two warriors in the land.
Talking inappropriately to a Khaleesi may get you killed.
Sadly...
Melisandre has taken Gendry. To Stannis?
Threesome anyone? I mean...Urgh.
Oh look. Painted table.
Its so pretty.
The Lord of Light likes lambs?
Oh wait... Melisandre just likes killing them.
Davos is reading.
About Targaryens.
Stannis has arrived.
Davos would appreciate a hug. And freedom.
Renly wronged you.
Say that three times fast. I dare you.
We must do our duty.
Oh Stannie. All you need is the teeth grinding.
Stannie had a vision in the flames.A great battle in the snow.
He knows of Jon Snow's constantly annoying inner turmoil?
Second Sunning.
Daario is a whore. This one looks like one.
Sansa and Tyrion are wonderfully awkward together.
Oh Margaery. Trying to be friends with Cersei will only lead to tears.
Or being strangled in your sleep.
Margaery's face.
Priceless.
And Joffrey is giving Sansa away...
This is going to be so awkward.
Sansa has to kneel. Everyone is laughing...
So..Yep. I was right.
One flesh. One heart. One soul.
Sounds like something Melisandre would say.
Speaking of Melisandre...
She's working her magic on Gendry. Oh my.
Gendry thinks he's a mistake.
Those abs are no mistake.
This doesn't seem very religious...
Melisandre has restraints in her bed. Best religion ever.
Oh Stannie. Wear gloves.
You know where those leeches have been.
And its back to the jauntiest wedding feast ever.
Olenna is trying to work out how incesty everything is.
Tyrion is so wasted.
Sansa is miserable. Tyrion is the Lannister catch girl.
Margaery can't look at Cersei.
I'm guessing that another story happened...
Joffrey can't resist Sansa.
He has evil in mind.
Cersei talks to her maid like she's a dog.
She kind of is. By obeying.
Tyrion is the God of Tits and Wine.
We already worship him enough.
Cersei doesn't give a crap for Loras.
His face. Priceless.
Joffrey...
Such a great King.
Potential bedding = wooden cock.
I love Tyrion.
Sansa is fourteen?
Oh my.
Sansa is turning Tyrion down.
Starkbait wins.
Faabio is up to something.
Dany is bathing.
Missandei masters dothraki.
She's also trying not to stare at Dany's Dragons.
The Gods cannot devise a more perfect tongue...
She's coming onto you Dany.
Faabio has arrived. With heads.
He only does what he wants to do.
Dany is showing Daario her dragons. For no reason.
He also has an arakh...And wants to give it to her.
Shae is waking up Sansa and Tyrion.
So much awkwardness.
There has been no bedding.
So noble...
Hiking with Sam, Gilly and little...baby?
Gilly is well organised.
Come under the furs?
Get in there Sam.
Gilly wants to name the baby Craster.
How awkward.
They're bonding over cruel Dads.
Aww...
Those ravens are mocking you Sam.
Go and kill them.
White Walker are coming.
Oh wait... A White Walker is coming.
Sam is a hero.
Say it with me.
White Walkers break just like glass.
Into pretty little sparkles.
And now the ravens have descended.
Run!!!
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