daenerys deserved better

*sees a picture of daenerys* 

me:  

You Can Never Be Mine | Chapter 11

Outside Jon’s door, Dany was almost reluctant to knock, afraid she might be disturbing him from his much-needed sleep. Certainly, the sun would be up before long, and he would need to be down at the docks before then, but if he were anything like her, he was still wide awake. Nymeria had only just fallen asleep, after Dany had pressed a damp washcloth to her daughter’s tear-swollen eyes for some relief, but Dany had not been able to join her in sleep.

Still, she was desperate to see Jon, however briefly. She quietly tapped her finger against the door, in case Torrhen was asleep, as she hoped. She held her breath and waited, ready to tap on the door once more when it finally cracked open. Jon’s face appeared, and at the sight of her, he opened it wider, shoulders sagging.

“Dany,” he murmured, and with that one word somehow he managed to say everything. She smiled, just a quick flicker of her mouth.

“Torrhen?” she asked, keeping her voice low. Jon shifted so she could see past him. On his bed, her son was fast asleep.

“He went down pretty easily after a couple stories. I’m afraid I don’t have Old Nan’s flair for the dramatic, though,” he said, chagrined. Her smile widened, her heart tender with emotion. If she wasn’t careful, she’d start crying again. “Do you want to take him back to your room?”

“No, let him sleep, if you don’t mind. You can bring him back before you have to leave for the docks.”

“Aye, I don’t mind.” When she glanced back to him, his face turned grave. “Nymeria?” he asked, apprehensive.

“That was less easy,” she admitted, hand gripping the door jamb. “But she knows now. About you.”

His throat constricted with a hard swallow, and his hand fluttered on the door handle with uncertainty. “Should I…does she want to speak with me?”

Dany winced in sympathy. “Not just yet, Jon. Let her rest tonight. Even then…she might not be ready for a while.”

His face fell. “She didn’t take it well, then.”

“Did you?” she asked in gentle reminder.

cersei: after that i will fund a religious militant group even though the septon doesn’t like me

cersei: also I’m going to tell the iron bank to fuck themselves even though they’re known for killing people who refuse to pay and the kingdom is millions in debt

grrm:

me:

bonus jared harris: 

Ramin: Villain music. Evil. Got it.

Ramin: *composes 12 volumes of tribute albums dedicated to Dany’s heroics and greatness*

D&D: DAMMIT, RAMIN!!!!

Ramin: What? I did exactly what I heard you say. I don’t know why you’re mad.

I mean, how was this not a fuck you to D&D and what they did to Dany? It’s the lyrics from Mhysa, arguably Dany’s most iconic scene in the history of the show and one of her most heroic and celebrated scenes, and it’s set to her love theme with Jon, Truth.

It’s a love song but it’s not about Jon, it’s all about Dany. Ramin knew what he was doing. He wanted one last epic dedicated to his favorite girl and it’s beautiful.

A well-written script

No character assassination

No shock value

Ending arcs in a meaningful way

Characters having meaningful interactions and talking about their feelings instead of just staring into the camera and taking long walks

Tension rooted in logic

Lighting

They changed it the last minute..

Or that the first time we were introduced to Daenerys she was being abuse by her brother and the last time we saw her she was killed by her nephew? The only two family members she lived to see?

Or about no matter how much good you try to do or how much you achieve it will be viewed negatively and you’re destined to be a bad person because of your family history? Ultimately, you’ll be broken from carrying the burden of parent’s sin?

Or that the only one of the key characters that didn’t have a healthy familial relationship or a home was villainized in the end?

This was Daenerys arc and the message is utterly disheartening. If that was how her story was always meant to end then at the very least George should’ve given her a stable childhood.