Best of luck to Game of Thrones fans who will be forced to sit through what sounds like the most wooden and poorly-acted season of this cursed show about dragons and incest: due to leaks, hackers and Benioff and Weiss’s rock hard secrecy boner, the cast of Game of Thrones reportedly won’t even be receiving scripts for…
Some old footage of Game of Thrones star Jason Momoa joking about rape in the context of the show has recently been making the rounds, and, would you believe it, the joke is offensive and also quite revealing.
On Wednesday, The Morning Call reported that Game of Thrones producers plan to shoot multiple endings for season eight, the final season of the series, in an attempt to thwart all possible leaks.
Last week, I tuned into the Game of Thrones Season 7 finale with a host of expectations. Jon Snow revealing himself as a champion for trustworthy sexual health information, though, was not one of them.
The New York Times reports that 12.1 million people tuned in to the season finale of Game of Thrones. Hmm. I wonder why that is?
The one thing you need to know about sword fighting is how immensely satisfying it is to hit someone in the head with a sword.
Pardon me for being a gaping thirstbucket this entire season, but after Daenerys Targaryen and her secret nephew, Aegon Targaryen f.k.a. Jon Snow, finally saw to it with their love, I realized something... something about myself. That is: my entire Jon and Dany Got to Fuq Campaign 2017 has been rooted in part in…
For some inexplicable reason, Jon Snow and Danerys Targareyn have more chemistry in this Instagram photo from a Rolling Stone photo shoot that took place five years ago than they do acting on the show about dragons and politics, and I would LOVE to know why!
Ayyyy... what the shit was that?
Jon Snow makes a fair number of dumb decisions. One of them: Not wearing a hat, or any sort of head covering, not even a nice fur-lined hood, when his entire family schtick is wandering around gloomily informing people that winter is both coming and also here. But it turns out this one’s not entirely his fault!
The “Eastwatch” scripting moved fast again, a propulsive-backstory chapter in which plans were laid so they can all be obliterated in the infamous penultimate chapter of any given season of Game of Thrones. But there was one key thread that kept its quick scenes from veering off course: my friends, I’m taumbout dads,…
The Night’s Watch, true to their backstory as a borderline forgotten and perpetually underfunded Westerosi institution, are actually literally running around wearing beat-to-shit Ikea rugs.
Not to get too intimate with you, friends, but Sunday night’s Game of Thrones was so fucking crazy I had elaborate nuclear war dreams all night, which also involved me stabbing a bunch of dudes with a serrated dagger. Call it ARYA’S REVENGE.
There was no foreplay, so to speak, in “The Queen’s Justice,” the third episode in the seventh season of Game of Thrones; as with the first two episodes, events are unfolding fast, and from the opening scene they were just rammin’ shit in there, like, “Fuck it! Jon Snow’s at Dragonstone now! Keep it moving!”
If you’ve been looking for a way to rep your Game of Thrones love without looking like a huge fucking dweeb, today is your lucky day.
HOW YOU GONNA DO US LIKE THAT?
One reason I love Game of Thrones is that it’s consistent. At any given moment you’re tuning in you expect, perhaps unconsciously, that characters will fuck, characters will die, dynasties will crumble, and many viewers will immediately go back to watching porn at the conclusion of the episode.
The Season 7 premiere of Game of Thrones was both more and less than we wanted, functioning mostly as an episodic prologue to the shitstorm that will presumably rain down on our dearly beloved characters later in the season. As a “where are they now,” it functioned fairly well, though, and especially interesting was…
Brrr, my friends. “Dragonstone,” the first episode of the seventh season of Game of Thrones, is about to begin, and I for one am sipping on a chalice of sweet Westerosi vino and feeling the full force of absinthe-colored wildfire in my heart. It’s freaken here!
What the frick is this. Wednesday night, the seventh season of Game of Thrones premiered in Los Angeles, and all the stars—including those who work on GoT—were dressed like this isn’t something the rest of the world has been waiting for, like, more than a year? And that “Winter” is actually fricken “here”? This is an…