and good lord he was just a baby in the first season

Downton Rewatch (Season 1): part ii

- oh my gOD Bates get a hold of yourself. so william comes barreling through the door and spills Thomas’ tea all over him and thomas gets mad. and says something snotty. wow. call the constable, what an effing crime. like. now thomas has tea all over his clothes so he’s either got to go and change (which i’m sure he has just masses of other clothes no problem right) or wait for it to dry, during which time if Mr. Carson catches him he’s going to get a verbal thrashing. DO EITHER OF THOSE OPTIONS SOUND APPEALING. like I am the first to admit that thomas is the most…JUST THE MOST. but don’t treat him like he just ripped the head off of a baby lamb for having a reaction jesus BACK OFF BATES

- oh good lord when Daisy says, “i’d do anything for you” and Thomas glows - ACTUALLY GLOWS - with something like pride and wonder and genuine surprise. i mean in the next second his face shifts and he does this villainous little smirk sure yeah because that’s a weapon, that’s something to defend yourself with if you need it, something to use against other people duh. (honestly i don’t know how anyone who isn’t a slytherin makes sense of the world but okay) but in that moment before, there was bare vulnerability and it was fucking beautiful. shit. i’m gonna make a shitty gif of it because you guys have got to see this shit.

THOMAS. (90% of my live action commentary watching this show is just me yelling out in a pained and strangled voice THUHMASSS).

-this is a real live actual conversation that happens.

OB: [plotting against Bates} What we need to do is to make him a suspect when something’s really been stolen.

Thomas: How do we know anything’s been stolen?

OB: Because you stole it, you noodle.

You are both noodles, and this is a terrible idea.

- side note: how fucking spot on is it that when there are scenes happening in Carson’s office or the servants hall you can hear Mrs. Patmore and Daisy bickering in the background. I mean. I take this show to task for a lot but wow that is some tight storytelling.

- man do i miss the good ole days of Thomas and OB plotting and smoking in the courtyard. iconic.

- there is not much i find more delightful than Thomas saying “sod ‘em.” why can’t he have been given more dirty lines please…why is RJC’s ridiculous accent so fucking soothing. SEE HOW SOOTHED I AM. i am currently just a skin bag of loose bones and honey.

- Daisy and Mrs. Patmore are fuking underappreciated. Daisy misunderstanding Mrs. Patmore and thinking she’s supposed to poison the food while Mrs. P is away for eye surgery is one of the best and most subtle moments of comedic genius in television history.

- why is watching Thomas putting food in his mouth…so erotic. i did not ask for this. i was perfectly happy not knowing this about myself.

- okay so look. i am the first (okay maybe not the first) to admit that Thomas says and does some mean shit. he’s not perfect! some days…he is so overwhelmingly far from perfect that hypothetically you have to go have a good long talk with yourself in the bathroom mirror about why the eff it’s one o clock in the morning and you are lulling yourself to sleep with VIVID fantasies of putting a grown man in the bathtub, washing the pomade out of his hair, and seeing what kinds of noises he makes when you skritch the back of his head. hypothetically. i can only imagine that’s what it would be like because none of this is personal experience. but also let’s not pretend that i won’t defend Thomas to the everloving end. yes, it is not his finest moment to make light of a woman losing her pregnancy or a young person losing their mother, BUT for fuck’s sake why does no one seem to have a problem with people putting their hands on Thomas in violence, holy shit.

- aghhhhh the fact that Thomas holds himself so still, head so high and proud when he’s got bruises on his face. It is the Don’t Fucking Touch Me Stillness, cousin to his Blank Look of Shame, and you all know how i feel about that.

- hahahahahhah ohhhhhhh well fuck me i guess branson/sybil/gwen was the ot3 i didn’t even know i wanted. 


Valyrian and Dothraki Dialogue, Episode 601 of Game of Thrones

(Spoilers ahead! All these posts will be tagged with the word “spoilers”, so blacklist that tag if you’re not watching the episodes live.)

Previously I spent a good deal of time going over dialogue from recently aired episodes of Game of Thrones on the Dothraki blog. This season, there’s too much. There are a couple episodes where there are only a few lines, but some of them are ridiculous, and this episode is one of those. Consequently, no discussion, or anything, just a great big dump (not even going to format this, beyond what @thisallegra did to scrub the extraneous FDX stuff). Here’s all the lines from last night’s episode (first Valyrian, then Dothraki):


For your baby. To eat.

Aōha rūho syt. Ipradon.


His Valyrian is terrible. He only wants to give you money, so your baby can eat.

Zȳha Valyria qupēgrie issa. Gēlȳri aōt tepagon jaelas, hegnīr aōhys rūs ipradagon kostos.


The Lord of Light sent the Mother of Dragons to you – and those who love the darkness chased her away.

Āeksio Oño jemot Muñe Zaldrīzoti jittas – se sȳndrori jorrāelis lȳr ozdakonot ziry dīntis.


How will you respond? Will you let them drag you back into the long night of bondage? Will you wring your hands while you wait idly for the Mother of Dragons to return?

Skorkydoso udlilat? Belmondo bantāzma bōsa jemī qlādīlusy botilat? Ondossa jorhakēlāt, lykāpsirī Zaldrīzoti Muño amāzinon jumbari?


Or will you take up her flames yourselves? Will you burn away the chains and the nonbelievers who make them?

Iā jemēla zȳhys perzi ondurilat? Belma se pōnte sētessis lȳri nāpāstyri ozzālilāt?


Will you fight for your own salvation, now that Queen Daenerys is not here to fight for you? Will you kill the–

Jemēlo kāerīnnon ivīlībilāt, lo sīr Dāria Daenerys jemī ivīlībagon kesīr īlos daor? Āeksia ossēnilat se–


Maybe she saw a ghost. My sister’s friend’s mother saw a ghost and her hair turned white.

Ishish me tih leyes. Mai okeosi inavvasi anni tih leyes majin noreth moon zasqaso.


Pink people are afraid of the sun. It burns their skin. So this pink girl, she probably stands too long in the sun and her hair goes white.

Hannavenaki rokhi shekhes. Me avvirsae ilek moroa. Majin jin hannaveneesi, ishish me kovara torga shekhi k’athneakari sekke majin noreth zasqasoe.


You think she’s got white pussy hair, too? You ever been with a girl with white pussy hair?

Hash yer dirgi megech mae hemee ma norethoon zasqa akka? Hash yer ray chilo ma nayatoon ma qeviroon lajaki zasqa?


Only when I was fucking your grandma.

Kash anha hile kristasof yeri disse.


I’ll ask Khal Moro for a night with you. What do you think?

Anha aqafak zhey Khaloon Moro ajjalanes ma yeroon. Fin yer dirgi?


Pretty eyes, but she’s an idiot.

Tihi zheana, vosma me tokik.


She doesn’t have to be smart to get fucked in the ass.

Anha vo zigerok memé deva ahilek mae vi choyokh.


I like to talk when I’m finished. Otherwise, we might as well be dogs.

Me allayafa anna vasterat irge me nakhoe. Hash vos, hash kisha janaan.


For you, my Khal. The white-haired girl we found in the hills.

Ha shafkea, zhey Khal anni. Nayat nharesi vizhada mekisha ezish sh’olta.


Look at those lips, blood of my blood.

Tihis jin hethis, zhey qoy qoyi.


Blue-eyed women are witches.

Chiorisi tihi chandri maegi.


It is known.

Me nem nesa.


Cut off her head before she casts a spell on you.

Zirisses nhare moon hatif me ta movekh yeraan.


Even if I was blind, I’d hear my wives say, “Cut off her head,” and I’d know this woman is beautiful.

Hash anha azisirek, hash anha acharak mechiorikemis anni asti ki, “Zirisses nhare moon”, majin anha anesak sekosshi mejin chiori zheanae.


I’m glad I’m not blind. Seeing a beautiful woman naked for the first time – what is better than that?

Me allayafa anna m’anha vo zisirok. Tihat chiories zheana k’athzhonathari hatif eyaki – fin adavrana?


Killing another Khal.

Atthasat eshna khales.


Yes, killing another Khal.

Sek, atthasat eshna khales.


Conquering a city and taking her people as slaves and taking her idols back to Vaes Dothrak.

Assilat vaes majin azzafrolat gimisires mae majin yanqolat jor mae Vaesaan Dothrak.


Breaking a wild horse, forcing a half ton of muscle to submit to your will.

Vishaferat hrazef chafi; iffat krazaaj mesi k’oakahi.


Seeing a beautiful woman naked for the first time – it is among the five best things in life.

Tihat chiories zheana k’athzhonathari hatif eyaki – me vi mek athnakhar adavranaz atthiraroon.


Do not touch me.

Vo frakho anna vosecchi.


I am Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, the Unburnt, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons.

Anha Daenerys Vazyol h’Okreseroon Targeryen, Atak ma Hakesoon Mae, Osavvirsak, Khaleesi Mirini, Khaleesi m’Andahli ma Roynari m’Ataki, Khaleesi Havazhofi Hranni, ma Haggey-Assamvak ma Mai Zhavorsi.


You are nobody, the millionth of your name, Queen of Nothing, slave of Khal Moro.

Yer vosak, yorak ma hakesoon yeri, Khaleesi Vosi, zafra Khali Moro.


Tonight I will lie with you, and if the Great Stallion is kind you will give me a son. Do you understand?

Ajjalan anha achilok ma yeroon, ma hash Vezhof erina, hash yer vayyoe anhaan rizhes. Hash yer tihoe?


I will not lie with you. And I will bear no children, for you or anyone else. Not until the sun rises in the west and sets in the east.

Anha vos ochilok ma shafkoa vosecchi. M’anha vo vayyok vo yal che ha shafkea che h’eshnakaan. Avvos vosma shekh yola she jimma ma drivoe she titha.


I told you she is a witch. Cut off her head.

Anha ast yeraan, me maegi. Zirisses nhare moon.


I like her. She has spirit.

Me allayafa anna. Athvadar mra qora.


I was wife to Khal Drogo, son of Khal Bharbo.

Anha chiorikemoon ha Khalaan Drogo ki Bharbosi.


Khal Drogo is dead.

Khal Drogo driva.


I know. I burnt his body.

Anha nesak. Anha avvirsa khadokh moon.


Forgive me. I did not know. It is forbidden to lie with a Khal’s widow. No one will touch you, you have my word.

Anha nemo echomosak. Anha vo neso. Me izvena, jin athchilozar ma khaleenisoon. Vosak ofrakha yera vosecchi, anha astak yeraan asqoy.


If you will escort me back to Meereen, I will see that your khalasar is given a thousand horses as a sign of my gratitude.

Hash shafka vidrisofi anna Mirinaan, hash anha vammelisok mekhalasar shafki nem vazha dalen hrazef k’azhi anhoon.


When a khal dies, there is only place for his khaleesi.

Hash khal drivoe, hash at gachi disse vekha ha khaleesisaan mae.


Vaes Dothrak. The Temple of the Dosh Khaleen.

Vaes Dothrak. Vaesof Doshi Khaleen.


To live out her days with the widows of dead khals.

Athira asshekhis mae ma khaleenisoa khali drivi.


It is known.

Me nem nesa.


Fun game: See if you can spot the Dothraki grammar error that I heard live and thought, “Oh, dang, they messed that up”, only to find out that, no, I messed that up. FML