#gots8

D&D brought back Nymeria just to have her ditch Arya?

No, I’m not over this, how could I? They did dirty too many characters but the most damaging consequence to their writing is the messages to the abuse victims. Let me explain this.

Over the 9 years of Game of Thrones, we have met a lot of characters of every kind. Most of them with psychological problems that most of us can relate to. From Sansa to Daenerys passing thought Jaime, Theon or Sandor, victims of abuse related to these characters, their behavior or feelings. We root for them to get a little happiness that they’ve been denied. Of Course, we were prepared for an unhappy ending for them, we know how this show loves to kill characters left and right, that was expected but not what they delivered.

No. What they deliver was so much worse than killing them, and affected not only fictional characters but real people. What are the messages that D&D gave us in the last 3 episodes after 9 years, 8 seasons? 

You should be grateful for your abuse, which makes you stronger.

You can’t detach from your abuser because you’re addicted to been abused.

If you have suffered from abuse your only way out is dead.

Don’t giving a fuck about your abuser dying is a sign of psychopathy and madness.

You can’t change.

You can’t move on.

Graphic for my story, Every Piece of Me, second in my series exploring an alternative season 8. 

“Has something happened?” she asked gently, pulling her night rail closer on her frame.

“No, not exactly,” he whispered. “I… I just needed to see you.” He wouldn’t step inside, so she gently tugged at his arm. He took a couple of steps inside and then lurched to a stop. His eyes were blazing. Something was wrong.

“Jon,” she said a little more sharply. “What happened?”

“I… I feel filthy,” he muttered. She moved to cup his cheek, but he reared back. “I am sorry, I wasn’t thinking, it’s only a couple hours to dawn… I just needed to see you, I’ll go now. You don’t need me soiling your bedchambers.”

“She came to you,” Sansa said softly, testing the waters. She moved a step closer, refusing to let him move away from her. “Did Daenerys bed you, Jon?”

He didn’t say anything, but he stopped trying to move away from her. Slowly, his troubled gaze trying to gauge her reaction, he nodded. “She… wanted to. I went along with it at first but--I told her my wound hurt too much. So we… she still did some things, but then she left.”

Her heart started to beat faster, a combination of ugly emotions rising in her--helplessness, impotent rage, indignation at the audacity of that woman—

She took a deep breath and schooled her expression. Jon had started to back away from her again, certain that he wasn’t welcome. She grabbed his wrist. “Let’s get you clean then,” she whispered, and Jon frowned.

“I should just go back,” he said. “Dany might come back--”

Graphic for my story, Every Piece of Me, second in my series exploring an alternative season 8. 

No, thought Sansa absurdly, as Bran told them of a secret wedding and a prince born with the weight of the world on his tiny shoulders. This is nonsensical, a dream, a myth, a misunderstanding. But it wasn’t, she realized as Bran continued. She could feel Jon shifting behind them, could feel the agony coming off of him like heat off the hot springs, but she couldn’t look away from the inappropriately calm face of the boy who had once been her brother. He broke her worldview with calm, measured words and cold, hard facts. It was true, all of it. Only the truth could have so much detail.

Arya turned away first, when Bran was done, when the world had splintered into a hundred jagged pieces only to stitch itself together with a threatening secret hiding in the folds. Sansa turned too, her mind both blank and too full of thoughts.

“You’re a trueborn Stark,” said Sansa. “Born to a Stark, in wedlock. You’re not a bastard.” Instead, you’re the heir to the iron throne, the man who can end Daenerys’ reign before it even begins.

“I… I’d much rather be Jon Snow.”