Man, who gave an honest fuck all about Rickon?

Yeah, ever since KING CUNTFACE.

Man, as much fucks as they give about the lives of these direwolves, I'm surprised the writers didn't just throw her in there to be slaughtered. What're we down to? Two of these creatures?

Well, he's more like an angry cousin. If they every get around to actually showing us the TOJ.

Guess Jon's direwolf was tired this episode.

This battle was good and everything but you can't tell me that the Mountain and The Hound fighting wouldn't top this shit if it's done correctly.

Look, I get what they were doing with that dude. He's like the GOT Joker. If that is what it takes to get the wheels turning, I'm all for it. But good fucking riddance to that piece of dog shit. Literally.

Jon Snow is looking more like his father that ain't his father Ned every episode. Grief stricken and battle worn, with a hint that he can still see the good in shit. But when he saw Ramsay Bolton darting across the battlefield like a scared bitch, I couldn't tell who Jon was anymore.

Here's a better plan: DON'T FUCK WITH THE DRAGON QUEEN AND HER ARMY OF CASTRATED SOLDIERS.

I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN

Davos is the new lord of the light. The way he was looking at Melisandre reminded me that, "bitch the night is most certainly dark and full of terrors."

Jon Snow came out of that crowd of soldiers like Dicaprio came out of that horse in The Revenant. Tell me there wasn't some unintentional parallels.

YOU KNEW WHAT I MEANT.

Ian McShane understood. If Swegin gets it, I gets it.

MAN, I can remember the days when Sansa was just a little white girl that hadn't hit her monthly. I'll take Savage Sansa over that winey girl any day of the week.

Did those boats come with reverse? Cause I would have kicked her into fucking reverse as soon as I saw a flaming fucking beast in the air. Shit son, just take a knee.

This fucking shitshow ain't perfect. But it's awesome to watch and I don't give two shits about how it all makes sense most of the time. This ain't prestige drama. It's grand fuckin' scale television of the highest order, made on 10 million dollars per EP, and when they promised a battle, THEY FUCKING DELIVERED.

It's tits and swords, mate. How about just enjoy it?

Seriously, what kind of fuck all plan did that Masters believe they had? We're gonna waltz into the city and tell of the Queen of Dragons to just give them up. Oh by the way, we'll take you're fucking unsullied. The Dragons will also be slaughtered. RIGHT TO HER FACE. Fuck off, that's a higher level of fucking dumb.

He giving her the eyes that say, "the night is dark and full of terrors."