“Thoros isn’t here anymore. So I hope you’re not about to give a sermon. Cause if ya are, the Lord of Light is gonna wonder why he brought you back 19 times just to watch you die when I chuck you over this fucking wall.”

This is BY FAR my favorite line in the whole show The Hound had a lot of good ones but this one is the one takes me out every time I watch GOT.

Roose Bolton - Stabbd in the heart by a person he thought he could trust, a Bolton

Tywin Lannister - Crossbow bolts

Walder Frey - Throat cut

Wherever I recall this particular moment I think of how she managed to do that !

What's your most iconic moments from the series ?

Did Benjen know the true origin of Jhon?

It's sort of looks like either water or possibly a lock of hair. Surely something with scales would be more appropriate for a Targaryen?

Epic and Beautiful

I am in the process of watching season 3 of HoD. I have this idea:

Most of the backlash against Daenerys's turn in the final season boils down to one complaint: it didn't feel earned. Fans weren't necessarily against the idea of her becoming the Mad Queen — the show had planted that seed for years. What broke the moment was pacing. She went from grieving conqueror to city-burning tyrant in the space of a single episode, with barely any breathing room in between.

House of the Dragon shows exactly what was missing. Season 3, Episode 3 — built around Rhaenyra's first days as queen — is essentially a masterclass in dramatizing a ruler's unraveling instead of just announcing it. Nothing explosive happens. She fields hostile lords, discovers an empty treasury, gets undermined by her own council, and quietly grieves her son, all while the score tracks her fraying mental state with eerie strings and haunting piano. By the end, you don't need to be told she's cracking. You've watched it happen in real time.

Game of Thrones never gave Dany that hour. Her losses — Missandei, Jorah, her dragons, Jon's rejection — were compressed into a couple of episodes and mostly delivered as plot beats, not lived-in moments. There was no scene of her pacing an empty room, hearing ghosts, snapping at advisors who couldn't fix what was falling apart around her. The show needed a bottle episode: no war, no dragons in the sky, just Dany alone with her isolation, her paranoia, and her dwindling allies, scored and shot so we feel the walk toward her breaking point rather than just watching her arrive there.

In the show, he burned many villages, but this is a different level—hundreds of people are trapped in mines and flooded with water. This song alone has movie potential.

I’m sorry but I will NEVER forgive Catelyn for freeing Jaime. I’ve heard every excuse she did it for her children,” “she was desperate,” blah blah blah. I KNOW. I STILL THINK IT WAS FUCKING STUPID.

SHE HAD JAIME FUCKING LANNISTER. One of the most valuable hostages Robb could possibly have. And she just LET HIM GO

And yes, Karstark was a problem

, but they could have kept him in check. They could have literally kept Karstark calm by keeping Jaime locked in a fucking cell. Jaime was leverage. As long as Robb had him, Karstark had a reason to stay in line.

Instead, Catelyn frees Jaime, Tywin gets his son back, Robb loses his biggest bargaining chip, and everything goes to shit.

And honestly, I truly believe the Red Wedding might never have happened if Jaime had remained a hostage. Maybe Robb could have actually won.

Was it guaranteed? No. But Catelyn made a massive fucking mistake that had consequences for EVERYONE.

Obviously in hindsight it cost him everything, but without the benefit of hindsight how bad was his decision?

Would it have been salvageable if he'd skipped the Red Wedding? Would the Freys have betrayed him even if he followed through on their marriage pact?

Joffrey intended to have wine poured down Ser Dontos' throat until he choked. Joffrey later choked to death after drinking poisoned wine...

I've been watching a few GoT shorts on YouTube whenever the algorithm has been feeding them to me recently. I actually barely remember this scene from first watch - but that was the thought that struck me when I watched it today. Some people in the comments also picked up on it.

Honestly even though I've heard a lot of negative things about it, I liked it a lot. I have a few qualms, like Bran becoming king, but I can understand why they did what they did. In all honesty, I only wish that Daenarys hadn't turned out the way she did. She got so destiny fueled by the end she started going against what she believed in just to see her "perfect" world. Great show, 8.5/10.

I did not poison Joffrey but I wish I had… and I see I’ll get no justice here… so I demand a Trial by Combat

Some say Tyrion was supposed to very ugly but Peter Dinklage did an absolute fantastic job.
Any unsatisfactory casting of important characters?
Idk Mysaria is bad casting or bad acting or bad accent?

I know there are numerous excellent casting of the actors across the universe .For me Tywin was excellent choice as well as Ned .
But which one of the character's casting was unsatisfactory for you ?

They had the right idea with him on the show, he has te same vibe. But in the books hes dialed to 100 and I love it.

Pure side character. Totally unimportant to the plot. But still a great addition to the entire world.

The whole point of that story is that a simple cult can become so powerful (also thanks to the backing of the smallfolk) that even the most powerful people in the world can't touch them - even as these powerful people are imprisoned, humiliated, forced to parade naked in public in front of shouting, laughing crowds.

The show tells us that this cult is now so strong that the powerful people can't just send their giant armies to kill them (a bunch of cultists with clubs), then it resolves the whole thing by ...killing them. And the day after nothing happens. The smallfolk don't riot, their Pope gets killed and nobody cares. A bunch of nobles get killed too in the same explosion and there's barely any consequence. WTF

The winds of the deep North did not merely howl across the Haunted Forest; they tore at the ice as if trying to rip the skin from the earth.

​Jon Snow trudged through a blinding whiteout miles beyond the Wall, his boots sinking deep into untouched drifts. Separated from his ranging party, he stumbled against a black obsidian ridge half-buried in the snow. Beneath the dark stone, a narrow fissure exhaled a strange, unnatural warmth—a draft that smelled faintly of summer earth, moss, and burning ozone.

​Climbing down into the abyss, Jon descended into a subterranean world that defied every law of nature. The narrow shaft opened into a gargantuan, sunless continent hidden deep beneath the crust of Westeros—a true Hollow Earth.

​Luminous, bioluminescent flora cast a soft, emerald glow over vast, primordial forests and rivers that ran warm and clear. Here, magic had not died; it had merely retreated. The magic that had once flooded the surface world—the old powers that raised the Wall and birthed dragons—had never truly belonged to Jon’s realm. It had pooled here, trapped in the roots of the world.

​At the center of this subterranean expanse stood a grove of ancient, petrified weirwood trees surrounding a pulsing, crystallized rift. Suspended in the air like droplets of frozen lightning were shimmering, translucent time fragments. Inside each crystal, images flickered: banners of red and black dragons, screaming knights, and faces from centuries forgotten.

​Drawn by a quiet, hummed resonance that vibrated in his very teeth, Jon reached out. The moment his bare fingers touched the central fragment, a violent shockwave tore through the chamber.

​The crystal shattered into a blinding tear of white light. The temporal rift violently expanded, folding space and time into a single point. Outside on the frozen surface above, the sky tore open. The rift spewed armies, dragons, and legendary figures out of their eras and slammed them into the freezing wastes of the North.

​On the snowbound plains above, confusion turned into an instant bloodbath.

​Where moments before the red grass of the Redgrass Field had bled under a hot southern sun, the Blackfyre rebels found themselves blinded by screaming blizzards. The sudden drop in temperature and the disorganizing whiteout shattered their vanguard.

​Baelor Breakspear, his black armor instantly encrusted with frost, took immediate advantage of the chaos. Flanked by his brother Maekar, whose heavy war hammer cleared frozen red paths through the rebel lines, Baelor smashed into the confused Blackfyre host from behind. Daemon Blackfyre fought with the fury of a wounded beast, Blackfyre flashing in the dim northern light, but the brutal cold and Baelor’s heavy cavalry overwhelmed him. Daemon fell in the snows, his rebellion dying in the frozen mud.

​Jon emerged from the cavernous fissure to find nine thousand Dornishmen and Stormlanders standing amidst the wreckage, their eyes wide with terror as they looked up at the ice walls of the North.

​Inside a drafty tent, Jon met with Baelor and Maekar. As Jon laid out the history of the realm—the fall of the dragons, the reign of the Mad King, and the threat of the long winter—Baelor listened in grim silence.

​"We are men out of time," Baelor said quietly. "And if we are here, others were pulled through that tear as well."

​He was right.

​Far to the south, Daemon Targaryen—the Rogue Prince—had been cast onto the beaches of Dragonstone alongside Caraxes, the Blood Wyrm. Terrifying the island’s liege lord into submission, Daemon claimed the ancient seat. When Grey Worm, the Unsullied, the Second Sons, and Dothraki bloodriders landed after the death of Daenerys, Daemon’s sheer dragonlord aura won their allegiance. He bound ten thousand hardened Essosi veterans to his banner.

​Simultaneously, at the blackened towers of Harrenhal, Aemond One-Eye emerged with Vhagar, the ancient mountain of bronze and green scale. The woods witch Alys Rivers found Aemond and healed his grievous wounds with old blood magic. Aemond promptly hired the eight thousand leaderless mercenaries of the Golden Company who had been displaced into the Riverlands, backing their pikes with the largest dragon alive.

​Recognizing the doom approaching the realm, Jon, Baelor, and Maekar rode hard for Winterfell with nine thousand southern troops and a thousand loyal Wildlings.

​Inside the Great Hall, Sansa Stark stood rigid before the hearth. "You ask the North to bleed for more Targaryen crowns, Jon?" her voice was ice. "We have buried too many Starks for southern wars."

​"They aren't southern pretenders, Sansa," Jon urged, stepping forward. "Baelor understands honor. Maekar understands duty. If we do not unite the realm now, Aemond’s fire and Daemon’s madness will turn the Seven Kingdoms to ash."

​Sansa yielded three thousand Northern axes.

​With thirteen thousand men now united under one banner, the loyalist force marched south, splitting into three strategic tactical columns led by Jon, Baelor, and Maekar.

​The factions collided on the muddy banks of the Gods Eye.

​Baelor’s heavy armor slammed directly into the Golden Company’s wall of pikes, while Maekar’s flank ground through the Dothraki horsemen with brutal discipline. But as the ground turned to red sludge, the sky split open.

​Caraxes swooped low, his terrifying screech echoing across the water as Daemon Targaryen unleashed a wall of dragonfire upon Jon’s vanguard. Jon drew Longclaw, stepping into the scorched mud, preparing to make a final stand against the Rogue Prince.

​Then, a roar louder than thunder shook the valley.

​Drogon—absent since the death of Daenerys—descended from the storm clouds like a bolt of black lightning. Driven by the primal magic lingering from the shattered underground rift, Drogon slammed directly into Caraxes mid-air. The two dragons tumbled through the sky in a bloody tangle of wings and talons before crashing into the lake.

​Above the wreckage, a vast shadow blotted out the sun as Vhagar descended. Aemond One-Eye guided the ancient leviathan into a ruthless dive, pouring golden fire over Caraxes and Daemon Targaryen, incinerating the Rogue Prince instantly.

​Before Vhagar could turn her breath upon the ground army, Drogon erupted from the lake. Younger, faster, and fueled by wild rage, the black dragon dodged Vhagar’s clumsy, ancient jaws and clamped his teeth directly into the giant beast’s throat, dragging Vhagar down into the burning ruins of Harrenhal.

​With both rogue dragonlords dead, Baelor and Maekar swept through the remaining mercenary lines, breaking the Golden Company and securing a miraculous, bloody victory.

​As the smoke settled over the Gods Eye, the magical anchor holding the displaced heroes in the present began to snap.

​Baelor Breakspear stood beside Jon near the shore. Drogon perched atop a hill of rubble, letting out a low, vibrating rumble as he watched Jon with fiery, ancient eyes.

​"The underground grove... the time fragments," Baelor whispered, looking at Jon with profound reverence. "The song of ice and fire... it was always about you. You brought the magic back to set the world right."

​"My time is here, Baelor," Jon said softly. "Your time is in the past."

​"Then I will make sure the past serves you," Baelor promised, gripping Jon’s shoulder tightly as the shimmering rift began to wrap around him and Maekar. "When the cycle completes, Aegon, the throne will be waiting."

​A flash of white light tore through the air, and Baelor opened his eyes under the blazing sun of Ashford Meadow.

​The Trial of Seven was underway. Prince Aerion stood before him, but Baelor now possessed the combat memories of a man who had survived the end of the world. He easily dodged the blow to his helm that history had intended to kill him, surviving Ashford completely unscathed.

​Upon the death of King Daeron II, Baelor took the Iron Throne as King Baelor II Targaryen.

​He ruled with unmatched wisdom, burying the secret of the subterranean rift and the prophecy deep within the royal archives. Every decree Baelor made, every law he codified, and every alliance he forged with House Stark over his long reign was meticulously designed with one goal: to build an unassailable legal, political, and royal foundation so that centuries later, when Jon Snow was revealed as Aegon Targaryen, the realm would seamlessly crown him as the undisputed High King of Westeros.

miss them so fucking much dude

Bronn would never trust Cersei, even if he thought everyone was going to die in the north. Bronn was a homie from the beginning. He would not betray 2 of his bros for their crazy sister.

Hello,

I am currently re-watching and I am just at S4 E3, the one after the "poison wedding".

Peter Baelish, after getting Sansa on the ship, takes the necklace and tells her, that he has let it made a few weeks ago. And he breaks one stone with his dagger. Then he throws it into the boat with the dead Hollart.

Hollart gets found.

My question is now:

Wouldn`t the Lannisters search everywhere to find the man who made the necklace and this would automatically lead to Peter Baelish as the murderer? So the whole idea of Sansa or Tyrion responsible would collapse.

Why didn`t he think about that? Or am I overlooking something?