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Review: I finished off Star Wars: The Clone Wars, for real this time, no backsies
Podcast: In Mamo #348, we did not discuss Captain America
'Nother Podcast: The Dew Over finally launched! We talked Oscar 1973!
Column: I looked at movie adaptations, focusing on Divergent and Game of Thrones
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"Mhysa," Ramin Djawadi (GAME OF THRONES Season 3)
ICYMI: it’s your Saturday content recap! Cuz I would like this. Now.
Oscars, baby!: Mamo was on the clock Sunday night as usual
Blog: I got my second tattoo, and here’s why
Blogging the Next Generation: Every good boy got a crush on Famke Jannsen in "The Perfect Mate"
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In which I argued (nine months ago) that the show is better than the books, and the internet (for no reason I can suss out) just found out about it. And now they’re REALLY mad at me. Also, the fact that I mistook Drogon for Dracarys is apparently proof that I never read the books at all. Phew! Read more
"I love the smell of you," he said. "I love your red hair. I love your mouth, and the way you kiss me. I love your smile. I love your teats." He kissed them, one and then the other. "I love your skinny legs, and what’s between them." He knelt to kiss her there, lightly on her mound at first, but Ygritte moved her legs apart a little, and he saw the pink inside and kissed that as well, and tasted her.
She gave a little gasp. “If you love me all so much, why are you still dressed?” she whispered. “You know nothing, Jon Snow. Noth—-oh. Oh. OHHH.”
Afterward, she was almost shy, or as shy as Ygritte ever got. “The thing you did,” she said, when they lay together on their piled clothes. “With your…mouth.” She hesistated. “Is that…is it what lordss do to their ladies, down in the south?”
"I don’t think so." No one had ever told Jon just what lords did with their ladies. "I only…wanted to kiss you there, that’s all. You seemed to like it."
"Aye. I…I liked it some. No one taught you such?"
"There’s been no one," he confessed. "Only you.”
EPIC THRONESINESS. 15 EPIC MINUTES OF IT.