[ “SOMEBODY TOLD ME”]:
BREAKING MY BACK JUST TO KNOW YOUR NAME. SEVENTEEN TRACKS AND I’VE HAD IT WITH THIS GAME. A BREAKIN’ MY BACK JUST TO KNOW YOUR NAME—BUT HEAVEN AIN’T CLOSE IN A PLACE LIKE THIS.
— The Killers, Hot Fuss (2004)
Princess Rhaenyra’s insolence is wearing her stepmother’s patience thin. Queen Alicent is not ten years her senior, but even during her own sixteenth year, she cannot recall herself behaving so brazenly. She would never burst into courtly discussions in nothing but gilded armor and the underskirts of her riding leathers, awash in blood. (She would never be spotted in blood that was not her own, anyway. Alicent has never picked up a sword, not one that belonged to her.) Nevermind that Rhaenyra is attending to diplomatic affairs with bared teeth and scales, no—the crux of the matter is just that, her affairs. Rhaenyra is the Realm’s Delight, a beauty incomparable to any fair maiden, Alicent included. She indulges herself with appetite of a spoiled child, the confidence of man, and the pickings befitting only to her royal blood. Criston Cole. Daemon Targaryen. Harwin Strong. Laena Velaryon. She’s full of love, isn’t she? That selfish, foolish girl. What does Rhaenyra Targaryen know of love, of duty? She is a child in so many ways—she thinks killing makes her a man, thinks the throne is hers despite being a woman, thinks she can have her knight and her uncle and her protector and Laena Velaryon in one fail swoop. She’s wrong. She doesn’t know herself half as well as Alicent does. Alicent, who sees her for what she truly is, who wants to see all of her and more of her and none of her. Alicent has been stolen into the Keep by her own father—both of their fathers—but Rhaenyra is the key to this place, is the window to everything barred. Rhaenyra Targaryen has a dragon. Rhaenyra can fly.
That’s what Rhaenyra had promised her once, with her lips pulled back in a grin, exposing the white of her teeth like the violently radiant creature she was. “Perhaps when you grow tired of plotting against me, we shall ride on dragonback together,” she had said. The tease.
Alicent had yanked her into an empty corridor by the silk of her sleeve, ready to chastise her for her ill behavior. Conversing with the lords and ladies of the court at a feast was one thing, but chattering about her bloody encounters in battle over the pudding tureen were another. The lord at her elbow was going green. Alicent’s own face was likely red; her heart raced whenever Rhaenyra got like this. Alicent had never seen the battlefield—only seen battered men in dented armor and the slumps of corpses lined along dirt roads in the aftermath of war—but her own imagination terrified her like nothing else.
(Rhaenyra is better with a sword than half of the knights in Westeros, and more lovely than the lot. Her reign has not yet begun, but already the commoners flock to her—lured in by tales of her beauty and fine hair—and soldiers would follow her into battle. Alicent would not follow, but she would watch and bite her nails down to the quick.
She thinks of the figure Rhaenyra cuts in full armor, the heat in her gaze underneath the slots of her helmet. Alicent remembers the weight of her own hand in Rhaenyra’s—which was gloved—when the princess rode up to the spectators box and grasped it in her own, bringing Alicent’s knuckles to her lips. She thinks of Rhaenyra murdered in the sky, skewered with another man’s sword, plummeting to the ground, torn in half, streaking crimson across the clouds. Alicent would scream, or cry. She might laugh. She would throw herself from the window of her tower. Rhaenyra’s bloody exploits terrified Alicent for reasons she could not identify, and excited her for reasons she refused to.)
“I’d sooner be confined to the castle for the rest of my days than get on the back of that bloody lizard,” Alicent scoffed. Rhaenyra only tucked her hand over Alicent’s, where it was resting on her forearm. She flexed her fingers, moving to release her grip on the dark fabric, but Rhaenyra intertwined their fingers and held them fast.
“You’re confined already. You are already accustomed to such a thing. I know you. But—”
“But you forget yourself. You think you’re invulnerable, Rhaenyra. You don’t know who you are.” Alicent intends for it to be a sneer, but instead it comes out quietly, and too gentle for disdain. She can’t know. Rhaenyra is as trapped as she is, but they’re trapped together. They belong together. She belongs with Alicent.
“I am Rhaenyra Targaryen, Heir to the Iron Throne and all of Westeros. I am a dragonrider. I am—I am your daughter. In a way. Your sister, too. Your enemy. Your sword, your shield.”
“And what am I?” What else is left for me? Alicent wonders.
“My Queen. For now.” Rhaenyra cocks her head, and the gleam in her eyes burns like fire raining down. “When I am Queen, you will be my lady.”
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The amount of tweets I’ve seen saying that Brettsey will never be ****** are insane!! Like, yes that’s the whole point! You mean Matt’s not going to be left behind and lied to all the time? They aren’t going to end in divorce? Sylvie’s not going to plan on leaving her husband without a goodbye?
They are not them because their relationship is nothing like what Matt had with Gabby. Yes, there’s history but Gabby made a choice. She divorced Matt because she wanted to. She also left Sylvie (her so called best friend) without a goodbye. I honest to god don’t think they owe her anything. It’s not like Sylvie jumped Matt the second the divorce fell through. If we’re being honest, Sylvie respected that marriage more than Matt did in terms of moving on. She’s the one who pulled back. She’s the one who wouldn’t let herself be with him until she knew he loved her. She even pushed him back to Gabby multiple times.
The vilification of her is so exhausting. Especially from accounts who have definitely never seen the show and just hate her and them because they can. She is the one who stayed. She is the one who committed to long distance instead of ending it right away. She chose to love the Darden boys since he did. She stood by him through everything. She put him first. She is the one leaving behind her life at 51 and Chicago to marry him and raise a child with him.
She is not Gabby. They are separate characters. Because truthfully, Gabby was always going to choose herself. She never would have committed to the long distance with him and the boys even if they stayed together. Gabby is not an awful character either. She just wasn’t right for Matt. Plus, god knows she has probably moved on in Puerto Rico after SIX YEARS. She’s probably remarried too.
It’s so exhausting. That fandom is so exhausting. Funny thing is, not one character on the show has ever had a problem with it. Jesse, Kara and the other actors definitely don’t think it’s wrong either. The only people that do are the fans who can’t let go of a dead ship 🤷🏼♀️
Okay, rant done 😂 we are getting a wedding most likely by the end of the month!!! Plus, Matt will be back and we see little Julia next week. We’re winning 😌😌😌
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Since people seem confused on this issue
“Regarding the origins of the Vulcan gesture involving touching of two fingers with two fingers, Leonard Nimoy explained in his book I Am Spock that the gesture was not meant to be the Vulcan equivalent of a Human kiss, but rather the Vulcan equivalent of holding hands in public: "The question came up as to what public sign of affection, if any, Sarek and his Human wife would display. Handholding was clearly out, but perhaps finger-to-finger contact of a ceremonial, dignified nature might work. Mark [Lenard] and Jane [Wyatt] took my comments to heart, and came up with the wonderful gesture where Amanda rests her first two fingers lightly upon Sarek’s two fingers. It worked beautifully, and added to the texture of [the episode]." Nimoy also described Vulcan finger-touching as "the beginning of the Vulcan mating ritual", "the Vulcan two-fingers-touching 'embrace'", and "the Vulcan version of foreplay". (I Am Spock, hardback ed., pp. 71-72, 237)”
1) hand holding was clearly out — why? Because handholding would be more intimate for a Vulcan than a human. To convey the same meaning as hand holding Vulcans touch *only their fingertips*
2) read the last sentence then watch the enterprise incident. That is foreplay. Spock is being a James Bond type character and using sexual wiles to distract the female romulan commander. The scene is sexy I’m not sure how this is confusing. Vulcans and romulans have the same basic biology.
3) watch the pon Farr scene in search for Spock. Again. This is a sex scene. Vulcan hand stuff is there to be foreplay and to indicate sex without showing sex.
Obviously not every finger touch is foreplay. There is a range from handholding to more. But it is there to show Vulcan sexuality as alien and different. It is not a 1-1 parallel with human mores. And yea fanfiction embellishes this — if you are writing erotica you exaggerate things. I’m pretty sure adult human men over 40 can’t orgasm that often either but nobody writing posts on that being fanon.
As to why snw doesn’t include it? Idk probably because they have emphasized Spock exploring his humanity not his Vulcan side. Or maybe the authors forgot or think it’s confusing to new audiences. This isn’t a documentary, writers aren’t perfect and we know writers have had shitty work conditions of late. Or maybe in a world free from the hays code they wanted to be spicier. Who knows.
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omfg i really hope u finished sk8 the infinity bc that is the most fun, colourful, draindead show I have ever watched and I would sell my soul to the devil for a s2 to come faster.
but like, who’s ur favourite character? langa will always be dear to my heart bc of just how dense he is sometimes. like he genuinely cannot comprehend most things that happen around him and that just adds to his charm.
also am i the only one who was super fucking weirded out by the way adam interacted with the kids?? the dub is just so much more creepy than the sub and he’s just so much worse around these children- the way he speaks to miya, the nicknames he gives reki and the way he behaves with poor sweet langa is so uncomfy to watch???
I finished it and I LOVED it.
Langa’s my favorite character for much of the same reason. Oh my god he’s so dense and so good. My beautiful boy. All he knows is Board and Love Reiki. He’s so chill. He was just like “I have Never Skateboarded in my Life. The first try should be on this Death Mountain in an event with explosives involved. I will destroy the competition.” I simply adore him. I think we should just keep putting him on different types of boards to see if he can qualify on an Olympic level in them within the span of months. Surfboard. Wakeboard. Other types of board. He is so beautiful and so good.
Oh Adam is so uncomfortable to watch during this, especially his entire thing with langa. He’s always giving him roses and touching him and calling him his Eve. He has an entire wall filled with video footage of him. He had cameras following him when he wasn’t even at S. He openly calls Reiki the third wheel as if Langa doesn’t go into immediate depression if his boyfriend is not there to watch him skate. If the post-credits montage is accurate, then he parachuted from the sky with a bouquet of roses when Langa turned 18. Like this is fully stalking and deeply upsetting please go away.
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