Sam has the same 'oh shit' look on his face as we do.
Bran doesn't give a flying fuck, as per usual.
Why are most of the main characters in first line of the battle? Go back! Don't you dare die on us!
Fuck. Shit. Nope. Ghost, what the hell are you doing there? Go to sleep.
Melissandreeeeee Queeeeen!
'Let me light your swords really quick.'
Valar Morghulis, bitches!
I'm too excited, I need to relax.
I still ship Davos and Melissadre, by the way.
Melissadre being all mysterious and confusing, as we like her. Missed you, girl.
The Dothraki are going for it. Maybe you should stay put, you crazy enormous savages.
Give fire to men and they go all macho. Sigh.
So... Jon and Dany are chilling on top of a mountain... Go down to fight beside your army... Motherfuc...
Oh crap. Where are all the lights going? Oh crap.
Jorah? You ok? Which colour are his eyes? Which fucking colour?!
Oh well, I guess the Dothraki race is kinda dead now.
My heart is about to pop and it's only been 15 min. This is going swell!
That's a fuckload of zombies.
And now... Dragons. God, I love this show.
"Stick them with the pointy end." Yass.
There are like three dudes protecting Bran. Lol.
Fucking fast editing. WTF is going on?
Nooooo Eeeeedd! And then there was one.
So nice of the Unsullied to protect the retreat. Who says that they don't have balls?
'Really? Lighting the trenches with arrows? Bitch, please.' by Melissandre.
Faster would be better. (Browncoats still remember)
Wight barbeque is what's for dinner.
Someone should have thought of bringing Monopoly or something to the crypts. These people look bored.
"I'm going to go now." I mean, were you even here?
Oh oh. Is he sacrificing wights to put out the fire?
Yep he is.
Aaaand meanwhile? Everybody inside is just lounging about, apparently.
Now that the undead dudes were distracted, was a pretty good time to attack them with those flamming arrows. Do I have to teach these Winterfellas the art of war? My God.
'World War Z', anyone?
Is someone cool dying? I don't know! Even the characters don't know!
Jaime and Brienne fighting together like good Bffs. So sweet.
Arya saving asses everywhere. Fuck, she's so cool.
I mean, I love Davos as much as the next sane person, but he's being pretty useless... There's still room in the crypts and someone has to bring the Monopoly...
Big brother Clegane going to rescue little sister Arya makes me believe in unicorns and angels.
Here comes the fucking zombie giant. Of course.
Damn you, you grotesque deceased giant. Don't ever touch Lyanna Mormont again, or I swear to God...
Fuck my life. Not Lyanna. Even when she was broken she was more complete than most of us.
She died a hero, destroying men's brains as she did when she was alive.
Is really weird and distressing seeing Arya being afraid. Don't like it. Stop it.
"Swift as a deer. Quiet as a shadow. Quick as a snake. Calm as still water." Syrio taught her well.
The tension! My heart is racing. Is this how I die?
This is becoming a scary movie and I'm here for it.
Arya, the Hound and Beric running for their dear lives, with a bunch of zombies wanting to eat their faces.
Demi Lovato said it best: "If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack."
Yes, this is definitely how I die. And it's fine by me.
Beric Dondarrion sacrificing himself to save Arya and serving his purpose. Sad times.
"And blue eyes..." (Honestly, at the moment I didn't realize 100% what it meant, I was just trying not to pass out.)
"What do we say to the God of Death?" "Not today, Satan, not today."
With all honestly, I had completely forgotten about the existence of the cannon fodder of the woods.
Bran is important or whatever.
I know 'the night is dark and full of terrors' but I don't see shit. What dragon is doing what?
Not dracarys, girl.
Fan of the Night King just strolling around the battlefield like he doesn't have a care in the world.
He's a chill dude in general. Pun totally intended.
Nononononononononono. NO.
Don' t want no Lyanna wight. Don't want no Edd wight. Don't want no scrub.
Here they come, The White Walkers, looking like a cool Icelandic rock band kinda deal.
The dead are rising in the fucking crypt. Who knew?
What in the icy hell are doing those horrid zombies? Attacking my baby Drogon? Fuck no.
Maybe Daenerys should have taken some self-defense classes... Just sayin'...
Jon: 'Fuck Sam, fuck everybody, I gotta save my kooky three eyed raven of a brother.'
Are you fucking for real, Theon? Not only you just have a couple of suckers fighting beside you, but you also have a shortage of arrows? Are you new? Come on.
Well, not so boring anymore in the crypts.
Shit! Ned isn't going to revive all headless, right? That's too fucked up, right? RIGHT?
When Tyrion kisses Sansa's hand... Jesus Christ. A moment of real kindness in the middle of the Apocalypse.
I'm not crying. You're crying.
I can't with this music, these images, these emotions. Fuck's sake.
Some more characters we love are going to die and it fucking sucks.
Damn, I'm getting sad for realsies.
Calm the fuck down, bitch. Lol.
"Theon. You're a good man. Thank you." And he sacrifices himself, being the hero he always wanted to be.
I guess there's not calming down today. Oh, well.
Fuckity fucking fuck of all fucks. Arya.
What the...
WHAT
Ice zombies exploding everywhere.
Arya has killed the Night King and I think I've just orgasmed.
And... Happiness is over.
Jorah falls, protecting his Khaleesi, like he's always done.
And Drogon is every pet in the world, comforting his human when she needs it.
Nope. There's no way I'm surviving through the night.
Wait, it's not over! We can suffer a little bit more.
Melissandre has fulfilled her destiny at last, so she turns to dust.
I guess my Davos and Melissandre ship has totally sinked. Or has gone with the wind. 'Cause she's dust. Get it? GET IT?
Don't judge me, I'm hurting.
Today six beloved characters and some frosty bitches have died.
Don't worry, there are three episodes left, they can still kill some more. Great.
Thank you for an hour and a half of complete anxiety, I really appreciate it.