if there’s one thing i’ve learned in watching game of thrones, if you tell your loved ones “i’ll be right back,” your ass is going to die, RIP, random wildling lady.

I seriously cannot believe how badly they fucked this up. I mean this is essentially what happened in the books to a different character that has been switched out for Sansa, but Jesus Christ, in one insane plot adjustment they managed to completely trash almost all of Sansa’s development so far and in my opinion…

I found myself surprised that I was upset that during the rape they showed only Theon’s face. The only thought I had was “way to make a woman getting raped all about how a man feels.”

Right? They killed off Roz after the actress said she’d like more clothed scenes.

I’m extremely conflicted about that scene.

So much for the Varys/Tyrion insult-a-thon roadtrip to Mereen. Jorah Mormont does not banter.

Cersei is D-U-M-M DUMM. She’s putting the power of the Crown into a religious order that is hell-bent on rooting out hypocrisy, materialism, and weird sex stuff. As “Hypocrisy, Materialism, and Weird Sex Stuff” are practically the Lannisters’ house words, Cersei: you in danger, girl!

But you didn’t go out with the waiter? I am in love with the waiter.

I’ve fantasized about doing stupid things, but never actually did them, so here’s a story of why dogs are the best: My last awful breakup (I was dumped by email, of course) I was looking after my sister’s dog. I cried hysterically in bed for about 5 minutes until the 130 pound dog latched onto my shoulder and…

I was wearing a red dress, perfect makeup and hair. I think the waiter was horrified at how big of a dick he was being. “My family has ... expectations...for my wife.” I kept my voice low and pleasant, never stopped smiling, and then let fly.

Step 1: Cut off half my hair and dyed it bright purple at the suggestion of the cute boy in physics with whom I was now free to make out at will (a delightful fact I promptly took non-monogamous advantage of).
Step 2: Put on 20 pounds of muscle doing gymnastics and ballet, earning an ass that got me proposed to weekly…

So I guess he’d been planning to give me my walking papers. But after finding out I was pregnant he did the honorable thing; went Dutch on the abortion and stayed in the picture until I managed to go three consecutive days without crying.

Yes! Looking back I wonder so much about this! Where did it come from? I don’t really think it came from my family. I was pretty much a jeans and t-shirt girl always, so there weren’t many fights about how I dressed unless it was to get me into a dress for middle school grad or whatever. But I had this sense whenever…

I was 12, and on a family vacation at the beach. I was sitting on our condominium patio, many floors up. I was wearing knee length surf shorts and a strapless top over my bathing suit, but nothing too “scandalous.” I was not what many would consider an early bloomer, my boobs hadn’t come in, and sexual awareness…

If you’re a boy writer, it’s a simple rule: you’ve gotta get used to the fact that you suck at writing women and that the worst women writer can write a better man than the best male writer can write a good woman. And it’s just the minimum. Because the thing about the sort of heteronormative masculine privilege,…

I'm always of the opinion that using someone's appearance/race/something else they have no control over as an avenue for comedy (or even insult) is just lazy and uncreative. Wow, I'm fat. Congrats on the observation, bro. Cool joke.

By SlippingGinny and Thought Catalog's logic, if I'm sober and a drunk guy at a bar calls me over, grabs my ass, and I walk away instead of immediately punching him in the dick, I sexually assaulted HIM.

I would make a slight change: A woman calls a man, initiates sex with him....

I don't know about mks6, but I definitely would defend the same action from a sober man and drunk woman. 100%.

My money is on the later.