Nah, you just watch. He’ll kill Cersei and save the people of Kings Landing.

And almost 25 years after Welcome to the Dollhouse came out, I still sit across the dinner table and mouth, “Fuck you!” to friends that are fellow fans of the movie.

Your post inspired me to watch one of the few Hitchcock films that I hadn’t seen. I love the construction of the film itself, but it always startles me how much we, as an audience, have grown in respect to sophistication of story and character. That dang movie has plot holes all over it, and the acting is just silly.

Damn. that’s it! How could I have forgotten that particular title?

Damn I wish I recalled the name of the movie that made such a big impact on me in my early life. I believe it came out in the early to mid 80s. It followed a group of Los Angeles teenagers and their drug, sex, and rock-n-roll lifestyle, eventually [Is it a SPOILER when I can’t even remember the name of the movie?] endi…

Naw. They are a piece of cake. Once they put you under, you know nothing. No pain and I didn’t fart at all.

Gawd I hope touch ID comes back. It is so much easier to place my thumb on a button than stare into the damn phone.

Okay, I just spit my drink out laughing, and I’m not even drinking anything.

Cersei needs to straight up respect that her and her shitty kingdom are saved from doom.

I get the master bedroom!

Oh. I thought Sansa was getting ready to kill herself when the inevitable came.

I don’t think so but he should have. The fool got saved three times while he was whimpering on the ground.

The husband was waiting for the Night King to tell Bran that he was his father.

I was waiting for him to pull a sneaky attack that would kill the Night King, but no, just a squinty stare.

Did you see her in the library? She’s sneaky as fuck.

Well sure, for 3 minutes.

Right?

Exactly my question, but I didn’t want to seem un-techy

Well good for you Mr. Pixel

Lots of lulz after a closer look at the header picture. I imagine that the search on Getty images included death/candy/1800s.