And who are you tha proud lord said, that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat, that's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold a coat of red, a lion still has claws
and mine are long and sharp, my lord - as long and sharp as yours.
Game of Thrones, Game of Thrones and more Game of Thrones. I have no idea when it will stop. Probably only with the third season of Sherlock... So with what to start? The last episode probably... "The Cilmb"... we all knew what's going to happen, still the best series in the world, but no surprises. Not until that one ten seconds shot in the end... Ros. The one character I hated as much as Dany. And with her there wasn't even GRRM to blame. She just appeared in the very first episode (same time as Tyrion, remember?) and there she was, for two and a half seasons. Nobody knew where she came from. She just was there. I could write a book of hate about her (following the one about Dany), to make it short: She was anoying, having no reason to be in ther and took away way to much time for ther way more important and interesting characters. So now, the first time since I started with GoT I felt something I never felt before: Love for Joffrey. True, he never was the worst character, he was just some idiot kid with too much power, nothing more, but liking him??? But then again, they always make you like Characters before they die. But here we are: The one and only reason to like Joff: he killed Ros. So I decided to love him 'till the end of his time (may it be soon)
So that just had to be said. Back to more loved Houses. Stark. Our dear direwolves... I started to draw them (not all went well), there will be a picture of all of them together... somewhen... in distant future...
That's not all, I had quite a overflow (or too much time) with GoT-Fanart:
And by the way, thanks again to
, It's hard to find people with the samy oppinions about Dany and Lannisters
And not to forget my united Houses of Westeros, let's bring some family love to the seven kingdomes
And so he spoke, and so he spoke
that lord o' Castamere
but now the rains weep o'er his hall
with no one there to hear
yes now the rains weep o'er his hall
with not a soul to hear
And never forget: