Tonight is the night we have all been waiting for: the start of the final season of Game of Thrones.
It took me awhile to get into the show. I only binged it in August of 2017 because I had the free time and wanted to challenge myself to understand what all the hype was about. And even doing that, it took awhile. The first season dragged on for forever to me, that is until the last episode when literally everything goes down. Won’t be giving any spoilers for those unfortunate not to be in the fandom, but it’s pretty intense. Aside from all the blood, gore, and sex at its surface value, it’s a superbly written show that gives us characters that are supremely human, who are both good and evil, and who could easily fit into a good Shakespeare drama because such. Like any excellent show, it makes you think, and it’s why I admire it.
It’s hard to believe how much has passed since the last season of the show came and went: I’ve worked two adult jobs, started and finished grad school, and so much more. You best be on your game, GoT writers. We’ve been waiting a while for winter to get here and now that it has, it’s on.