Boyfriend and I don’t watch Game of Thrones when it airs on Sundays. We usually end up watching a couple of days later on my laptop. I’ve half-read the books and read all the Wikipedia, so I already knew it was coming.
Boyfriend knew something big happened on this episode, but didn’t know what it was.
So then we watched it.
And then it happened.
Then more of it happened:
In case you don’t know, three major characters died in a surprising and brutal way (at a wedding).
So yeah. Fuck George R R Martin. And the murder horse he rode in on.