sit and drink pennyroyal tea

Jon: I killed your mother, so I fully expect you to kill me

Drogon: nope, I’m just going to burn down this throne over here that’s been the seat of Targaryen power for over 300 years, and everything that my mother has strived to get back. I feel like the corrupting power of the throne is what really killed her, and not the giant fucking dagger in her chest that you put there.

Drogon: It’s a metaphor Jon

Kay, bye

I wanted the walls and the very grounds of the Red Keep to begin quaking.

I wanted Drogon’s wail to be so anguished and loud, a shot of everyone covering their ears in terror would have sufficed. It should have been a wail loud enough to reach the shores of Valyria and to have it tremble in response to the death of the last of their own.

I wanted the ghosts of her ancestors - Aegon the Conqueror, Visenya, Rhaenys, Jaehaerys, Alysanne, hell even her mad father Aerys, her dear mother Rhaella, her brothers Rhaeger and Viserys - to weep for the last of their own.

Her blood was spilled on the legacy they built, and her death should have been ‘celebrated’ in kind even if it all came down to ashes.

She was Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, The Unburnt, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Queen of Meereen, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Protector of the Realm, Lady Regent of the Seven Kingdoms, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons. 

Starks: we’re the last Starks, we must stay together

Starks:

Starks:

Starks: well, fam, see you soon or never, whatever

The First Lady Knight, commanding the forces against the army of the dead.

The Red Woman, igniting the trenches and guiding Azor Ahai.

The Mother of Dragons, picking up a sword, willing to go down for a friend.

The Lady of Winterfell, taking up arms without a lick of training, to defend the defenceless.

The She-wolf who defeated the Night King.