There is a statue of Joffrey in the middle of Auckland, New Zealand??? And if you tweet with #bringdowntheking it will tighten the rope to bring down the statue???!!?!??!?!?
got challenge » day 13: best soldier/warrior: Sandor Clegane
This was a bitter, tormented soul, a sinner who mocked both gods and men. He served, but found no pride in service. He fought, but took no joy in victory. He drank, to drown his pain in a sea of wine. He did not love, nor was he loved himself. It was hate that drove him. Though he committed many sins, he never sought forgiveness.
“There was a a line in a recent episode of the show where, he’s not even present, but two people are talking about him and someone says ‘Well, no one trusts Littlefinger’ and ‘Littlefinger has no friends.’ And that’s true of television show Littlefinger, but it’s certainly not true of book Littlefinger. Book Littlefinger, in the book, everybody trusts him. Everybody trusts him because he seems powerless, and he’s very friendly, and he’s very helpful. /…/ But of course there’s the Machiavellian thing.” - GRRM [x]
show!littlefinger is going to be so great at teaching Sansa The Game amirite
- "Sansa, you must grow a moustache and stand in the background smiling evilly at public events.”
- "Make sure you sass your allies at every turn, preferably referring to their secrets in public. Like continuing incestuous relations they’ve tried to hide for years that could threaten their public opinion."
- "Enemies or frenemies. There is no middle ground."
- "Wear dark clothes so a) no one will notice you’re there or b) it will serve to make you look more evil and suspicious."
- "If there are other game players and people of high authority around, gloat. Make sure everyone knows you’re better than them at all times."
- "Practise your best Batman voice impression while rehearsing monologues about Being Evil. Refer to ‘chaos’ as much as possible for emphasis."
Sansa Stark meme: 4/10 scenes
By then the crowd was howling with laughter… all but the king. Joffrey had a look in his eyes that Sansa remembered well, the same look he’d had at the Great Sept of Baelor the day he pronounced death on Lord Eddard Stark. Finally, Ser Dontos the Red gave it up for a bad job, sat down in the dirt, and removed his plumed helm.
"I lose," he shouted. “Fetch me some wine."
The king stood. “A cask from the cellars! I’ll see him drowned in it.”