In defense of Brienne’s Breakdown

… And other things I hated on my first watch of Game of Thrones Season 8—episode 4

For anyone who hasn’t watched Game of Thrones, let me put this quite frankly. This blog post isn’t for you. However, don’t despair. It’s available on HBO—whether it be your account, your neighbors, or your sister’s ex who hasn’t changed their password, it doesn’t matter one bit to me.

Go watch, and then come back.

Don’t worry I’ll wait.





Let me start by saying that I absolutely HATED watching Ser Brienne of Tarth, Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, protector of the Ladies of Winterfell, first of her name—maybe— reduced to a pile of tears, in the middle of the cold, in her robe, crying for a man to stay with her.

To be truthful, I still kind of hate it and my defense isn’t going to change my hatred of her pain.

I’m just saying that the more I think about it, the more I get it. Albeit in an abstract way that is probably me trying to convince myself not to hate some of the writing going on this season.

But I digress.

We are two—count them TWO—episodes away from the finale of the greatest show ever. (Don’t agree? Let’s argue!) And the expectations are through the roof.

In a show with Dragons and Zombies (poetically called wights) we still expect silly things like character development, continuity, and just over all making things make sense.

So after, however many seasons of watching Brienne of Tarth, kick absolute ass I gave major side eye to her being reduced to a weepy mess over (and I stole this quote from someone on twitter) a one handed fuck boi.

That is, until I realized something. This fuck boi is going to die.

Big time.

In a yuggeeee way.

Well, maybe not a huge way. But, yeah, even with a show that is priding itself on being unpredictable (even if it’s in ways that completely spit in the face of continuity) I don’t see many versions in which it ends with the person who pretty much helped to start the clusterfuck of games making it out alive.

Wouldn’t it be splendid if Jamie died from being pushed out of a window? No? Just me?

Let’s move on.

In the same way that Daenerys sobbed over Jorah “the Andal” Mormont. Sansa cried about Theon. And we wanted to raise hell because Jon (nay Aegon) didn’t pet his dire wolf Ghost; Brienne is mourning the loss of … her first love?


I’m not sure what Jaime is to her, technically, but she loves him. They’ve been through hell together, saved each other on numerous occasions, slept together, and now … as mentioned above. HE. IS. SO. DEAD!!

Oh, he finna die.

He dead!



Jamie Lannister must die.

Not just because he boned his sister.

Not because he tossed Bran out like a useless chicken bone.

But because it’s what honor and the realm demands.

And Brienne gets to be sad about that as she says goodbye to someone she knows she will never see again.

RIP to our one handed, sister lover, Fuck boi who we kind love because of his redemption arc but also kind of can’t stand because of …. Reasons.

Valar Morghulis




 P.S. Missandei deserved better. But I’ll save that for another post.

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