Nai

hey. personality quiz right here right now. What did you do at recess. :)

ultimately i think the near-universal audience hatred of alicent comes down to the show having no sympathy for her as a victim. the main tragedy of alicent's existence is that she lost rhaenyra as a friend. alicent's marriage to viserys is treated as a status privilege she lords over rhaenyra (despite really having no power to further her own agenda or change her material reality because she's constantly countered by otto or viserys or sexually objectified). her teen motherhood and cut-off childhood is treated as something she did to herself by "choosing" to go to viserys when told rather than... what? running away? asking her father to make another match, leaving 12-year-old laena to be married to the king instead?

so you have this paradox where she's vaguely acknowledged as a victim, but her perpetrators are never treated as sex criminals, and also she "could" or "should" have made other decisions to avoid what they did to her. the subtext becomes that alicent is responsible not only for her own fate but also, further down the line, the fates of her children and rhaenyra.

rhaenyra is portrayed as "more" oppressed as a woman because she undergoes microaggressions and she is usurped. alicent's status as a victim of patriarchy and rape is "negated" by her alignment with her father. rhaenyra is a respectable victim of patriarchy because she rebels against it. and yet, in another paradox, she's not treated as daemon's victim until he chokes her in 1.10, according to the showrunners. because alicent's perpetrators are abstracted to "the patriarchy," she gets blamed for everything about her own situation in order to push the framing of her character as a maga internalized misogynist. she's not really a victim because she did it all to herself, which, ironically, is an actual tenet of maga ideology.

i like how squeamish marcille is throughout right up until shes on her hands and knees digging through half-digested dragon slop for her falin's hair and bones. im pretty sure she'd eat it if she thought it'd bring her back sooner

Ideal work schedule:

Just have an urge to point out:

Since the moment of the trailers' release, I've already met people who are arguing and humiliating others who don't like the characters they do, or who aren't at the side of the team they like. I understand that you may tend to be more at the side of team black or green, but let's not forget that this is a show, and the characters are fictional. Any person can have fav characters, whoever they like and that's incredible, that's what the show is created for. So, please, you may cheer and support anyone, but don't forget to be respectful and mind others' business. Eventually, I don't think we should be divided, we are all the fans of the same show, we are all united here by one story. So, let's enjoy this adventure together.

Thank you for your attention

i feel a desperate need to write a game of thrones modern AU where jon snow is the coach of Arya’s 8th grade soccer team (he knows nothing about soccer) and together they takes the team to nationals or whatever (i don’t know shit about soccer either) and the girls help him solve his personal problems and find his place in the world. Bran is his assistant coach (he is the only person keeping up with all the responsibilities of the team, scheduling buses for trips, making sure everyone has uniforms, etc and the only one who knows anything about soccer he is also 9 years old) Robb is there the whole time yelling words of affirmation to his siblings in the bleachers and ignoring emails from his family failing business so theon and him can run around the field pushing bran in his wheelchair at top speed, while jon frantically googles “soccer rules for dummies” and “how to help a 12 year old choose which parent she wants to live with after the divorce”. Sansa is babysitting Rickon as a way to prove to her parents that she is the best and most responsible child so mom and dad should let her spend the summer in her friend’s margeary’s super fancy house in the city living her best “ it girl coming of age indie soundtrack life” but rickon is insane and she is slowly losing her mind controlling what is technically a worse version of kevin macallister in a giant house with 6 dogs while also trying to be her class valedictorian to prove to fucking joffrey (they are in the same school and hate each other and compete in everything) that she isn’t “a stupid little girl” and she will get into harvard AND be the class valedictorian (they are years away of graduating)

theon and robb get jon to smoke weed behind the bleachers so he can “relax a little” before one of the practices and he gets insanely paranoid and the girls in the team (they all think he is a loser, but love him in a “ugly teddy bear at goodwill i have to buy so he won’t feel rejected kinda way” ) think his red eyes are from crying and his weird behavior is him trying to cover it up and constantly stop their training to try and comfort him by saying insane stuff to try to convince him not that he is not a loser, but that is ok to be a loser and arya laughs so much she throws up.

Myrcella being on the team and Cersei being an insane soccer mom and doing everything she can to make jons life a living hell by being the chaperone parent during away games. Joffrey being forced to attend his sister’s games and arya creating new and inventive ways of fucking with him by slowing convincing everyone that he is going insane because she knows he is shitty to sansa.

shireen being on the soccer team and baking cookie for jon because she heard him in one of his 5 minutes screaming breaks in the janitor’s closet and thinks he is hanging by a thread (he is) she gives bran the cookies and he uses them as training treats for jon and summer.

i’m going insane

so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone's blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it's just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else's apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch

reblog if i can wander into your apartment (blog) and make myself lunch (like and reblog as if it's my dash)

I had a dream I was given a tiny, helpless little creature. It was black and soft and not quite a cat but not quite anything else either.

I was told it was going to die so nobody else wanted to feel the pain of caring for it, but when I held it I was filled with love and the need to protect it.

I knew it was going to die soon, so I just held it close and walked as far as I could, showing it every beautiful thing I could find as I waited for the inevitable

I found myself starting to wonder if it really would die. It seemed to be just the slightest bit stronger, the further we went. It had become curious of its surroundings and would raise its head to look around, eyes full of wonder. When it settled back into my arms it had the look of contentment rather than exhaustion.

I thought, maybe if I keep showing it new things, if I keep loving it, perhaps it will survive.

And then I woke up.

Reblog to have the most homoerotic year of your life 2024

(shaking my 14-year-old self) I was so mean to you but I love you, I love you, love you

I will make it up to you, I promise

the way bran and sansa are kind of like contrasting mirrors, if that makes sense. they are both of gentle nature, they both grew up idealizing knighthood until that idealization turned on them, they both love stories and like to make sense of their world through them, they both suffered an impairment (bran losing his ability to walk; sansa losing her direwolf which was part of her soul and it rendered her to be the only starkling unable to skin-change so far), they are both heavily associated with birds, they are both currently being tutored/groomed by scheming men who have experience in controlling westeros from the shadows. but at the same time they stand in absolute contrast when it comes to their relation to magic, sansa's loss of her wolf left her without her sixth sense, grounded within physical reality, whilst bran became all the more elevated, all the more connected with the magical elements of the north. their association with birds differs in that for bran birds mean his learning to fly, while for sansa birds are an assessment of her being caged. they are full-blooded siblings and yet they are both the second child because sansa was born second but bran is second in the inheritance line on account of being male, and yet they would both be the unwanted heirs because sansa is a woman and bran is disabled. they would have to live under the great shadow of their older brother gone-tragically-too-soon that was everything westeros expected from a lord, and sansa and bran can never hope to match his 'greatness'. bran and sansa are the very definition of 'same, but different'.

anyone else not feel super attached to their name

like someone could come up to me and be like hey im gonna call you stewart for no reason. hows it going stewart. and id just say yeah man im good whats up with you. stuff like this wouldn't affect me.

literally me scrolling through the hazel callahan tags to find more ficlets but I'm slowly realizing I've read most of them: