Tuesday 12 May 2015

Trinkets from Valyria (And it's not Greyscale.)

All men must die.




We are now at the halfway point of Season Five of my favourite show in the whole world, Game of Thrones. I am quite conflicted actually as to how I feel about this. On one hand, only having half the season left to watch means that we are that much closer to learning of these character’s fates and seeing situations resolve themselves. However , on the other hand, that means that WE ONLY HAVE HALF THE SEASON LEFT TO WATCH. Daily panic attacks have become something I deal with every day, just knowing that I only have five precious episodes left to experience before GOT leaves for another year. This season, more than any other, has consumed me entirely. I spend almost every waking minute devouring every scrap of information I can on the internet, and GOT never leaves the back of my mind. The line between fantasy and reality is becoming dangerously blurred for me. I have actually started to have to remind myself that these people aren’t real and neither is this show. I actually think I am so publicly insane about this show because this is the first year I have let all inhibitions go and flaunted my GOT pride LOUD AND PROUD. I spend more time than I care to admit researching Westeros Family Trees, and loudly discuss conspiracy theories with Natalie every day without a care in the world.A scene of me stampeding down the hallway and throwing myself into Natalie’s office screaming “THE TARGARYEN’S THE TARGARYEN’S” as I double over clutching at my sides wheezing and coughing has become something that people around us have become accustomed to. No one bats an eye anymore. I have amassed quite a sizeable collection of hilarious GOT memes that I cackle hysterically to myself reading every day. Natalie and I even bought matching GOT mugs last week. It also took all self-control not to also purchase a Hand of the King letter sealing kit complete with wax and a stamp. (Where was I going to send these “letters”? To fricken Castle Black to tell Jon Snow he is a babe? Wait… don’t threaten me with a good time.) My friend Jordan had a birthday this week and during our traditional GOT Sunday Dinner party I gave him his gift I was beyond excited about. A heavy ceramic beer stein with the Game of Thrones logo emblazoned on one side of it and the House Stark insignia on the other. (A direwolf with their House Words “Winter is Coming” beside it.) I was so pumped I found something so perfect for him and I almost cried when he opened it from excitement. My last GOT related purchase last week was a beautiful coffee table book called “The World Of Ice and Fire” about the history of Westeros. Although I am extremely eager to delve into this giant tome bursting with history of every House in the realm of this fantasy world, I feel as though my crazed brain needs a slight reprieve I think from being completely taken over by all things GOT. I have gotten so crazy, that after Natalie was telling me about an article she had read on a website where they were interviewing the actor that played Theon Greyjoy and he was saying how scenes coming up were so excruciating to film, I burst into tears in the middle of her office and started shrieking, “I CAN’T DO IT I LOVE SANSA I WILL REVOLT IF THEY TOUCH HER GET ME MY PHONE WE HAVE TO WARN HER”. I told my friend Michele as we were discussing possible theories and outcomes last week that after the infamous “Red Wedding” episode a few years ago, I almost called the police on Roose Bolton.



“911 what’s your emergency?” 

“THERE WAS A WEDDING AND ROBB GOT BOW AND ARROWED.”



I can only imagine what I might be capable of if my Sansa gets maimed in any way. I will suit up, ride to Winterfell,“Friendzoned” Brienne of Tarth style, and start kicking ass.



See? There I go again, completely delusional. FML. 




New Favourite mug

This photo doesn't do this book justice.... It is HUGE.


Delusion personified by yours truly.

1 comment:

  1. OMG You seriously gave your name as Sansa Stark at Starbucks?!! Then again I can almost see myself calling myself Claire Beauchamp Fraser at the thought that a real life beast of a beautiful man named Jamie would show up to whisk me off on his horse and .... Well we'd share the coffee later, wink. You make me smile with how much joy you get at giving gifts. :-)

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