Do you think that when alicent warn rhaenyra about the milk came from her nipple during the council she was doing it to humiliate her?
complicated.
personally it took me a few rewatches to totally get the scene (I'm autistic and the social and personal nuance of the scene was personally hell for me for some reason) but I can safely say, I believe it wasn't her intent.
I don't think Alicent meant any ill will, she was trying to be kind, alerting Rhaenyra that she was letting down milk and that she needed to go clear herself up. they're both mothers, this is something they both know well, and I'm sure Alicent has gotten mastitis before and she felt sympathy for Rhaenyra. she had attempted to be discreet as well, Rhaenyra was the one who made the problem evident when she looked at it directly. overall, I think Alicent was just trying to be kind, one mother to one mother, even in her frustration.
I will say, I think her frustration caused her to blunter then she could have been and opened Rhaenyra up for potential scorn by the court. she was annoyed with her, pissed off about the betrothal offer and Rhaenyra's actions at council, so even in her attempts at kindness, some of that well deserved animosity seeped through. a kind gesture turned sour by her frustration with the other women.
I also think that alicent forgets that while Rhaenyra is not entirely immune to the judgement and misogyny of the court. it's s very small part of this encounter, but as Rhaenyra has always acted and been allowed to act above the court, I think she underestimated how much pointing out such a womanly problem could effect Rhaenyra. I don't know if that makes any sense, I don't really know how else to put this concept into words though so you'll have to bear with it.
at the end of the day, I don't think Alicent did anything explicitly wrong, but I can understand why people could feel like she had tried to scorn Rhaenyra or humiliate her. my thing is, is that she doesn't look at her in a way that would suggest that. she looks tired, she looks tired and frustrated, but you see her sort of "step out" of councilwoman mode to something much more natural and less... like a facade I guess. she makes this comment to Rhaenyra as Alicent, not the queen, not as Viserys's wife, not even as her stepmother (she only speaks to Rhaenyra like this a few times, but it's an honorable mention), she speaks only as a long lost friend and s mother who understands. she wasn't thinking about court or humiliating Rhaenyra, but only giving aid, even when she didn't want to.
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It hurts. Of course it hurts. But it’s not as bad as all that; it kind of reminds Steve of getting a tattoo, trying to stay still and not squirm under the steady, hypnotic pain. When Eddie finally pulls back with a wet sound, Steve nearly collapses sideways. It takes him a second to realize that the only reason he’s still sitting up is because Eddie’s arms are around him, holding him close.
“Shit, I can’t believe you just fucking let me do that,” Eddie laughs. He sounds drunk. Steve’s blood must be painting the inside of his throat right now. The thought sends a full-body shiver through Steve, and Eddie pets his hair soothingly. “Took it so well. You’re really into this, aren’t you?”
“Huh?” Steve manages.
Eddie wriggles in Steve’s lap, pointedly. Steve hadn’t even noticed himself getting hard, but suddenly it’s all he can think about. His hands snag in Eddie’s shirt and he lets out an embarrassing groan, bucking up like nobody’s ever touched him before.
Which reminds him that nobody’s ever touched Eddie before, and holy shit, Steve had absolutely no idea that that would get him going the way it does. He’s never felt like this with anyone else, feral and possessive, but nobody else has ever been Eddie. He wants to make himself a permanent part of Eddie’s history, the way Eddie is for him. No matter what else happens, he’ll always have been something to Eddie, the kind of thing that can’t be erased.
He slides his hands down to Eddie’s hipbones, digging his thumbs a little into the crease of Eddie’s thighs. He has to swallow hard at the thought of how soft the skin must be right under his fingers, just a thin layer of denim away. His neck throbs.
Eddie lets out a gasp that sharpens into a snarl at the edges, hips jerking and rolling in Steve’s grip. Steve tips his head back and Eddie takes the wordless invitation, laving his tongue over the wounds in Steve’s throat and mouthing up to Steve’s jaw.
Through the heady ache, Steve can’t help noticing that Eddie seems a lot less sure of himself, now he’s neither running his mouth nor pouncing on Steve like a predator. The way he’s pushing his whole body desperately against Steve feels great, but it’s definitely not all that smooth or coordinated. It fills Steve with an amazed kind of tenderness; Eddie’s so smart and picks up physical skills so quickly, and there’s a pretty good chance he’ll never be this clumsy again, not at this. Steve wants very badly to be the body that Eddie learns on.
“Eddie,” he says. “Ed. What do you need? How do you wanna come? Let me get you there. Anything you want.”
“Fu-uck, Stevie,” Eddie groans. He stops grinding his hips so frantically against Steve’s, though he keeps rocking very slightly, just a little bit of friction to slowly drive Steve out of his mind, like he can’t help himself. “I mean. You wanna fuck me, right? That’s what this whole thing is about?”
“I—hang on.” Steve doesn’t—the way Eddie said it—
“What, you don’t want to fuck me now?” Eddie says it in a casual, teasing lilt, but there’s a tension in his jaw and he’s pulling back a little.
Steve slides his hands up to Eddie’s face, fingers tangling in his hair, and draws him in for a real kiss.
Eddie gasps like he wasn’t expecting it, even though Steve has been moving so deliberately. Steve takes the opportunity to slide his tongue alongside Eddie’s, slick and slow, and Eddie makes a noise almost like a sob. The tang of copper and salt coats Eddie’s mouth; a long luxurious shudder goes through Steve as he chases the taste. He pulls away and is deeply gratified to see Eddie swaying after him, lips parted and eyelids low.
“Eddie,” Steve murmurs. “You know I want you.” He presses another kiss to Eddie’s mouth, just a hint of teeth scraping and catching on Eddie’s bottom lip.
“I’ve always wanted you,” Steve says. He feels out of his head, floating, with Eddie finally under his hands for real. “Every damn day for the last ten years. You’re—you’re everything, Eddie, I love you, I—”
“No,” says Eddie. “Wait. Stop.”
It takes Steve a second to process the words. Eddie’s gone completely still and tense.
“Shit,” says Eddie, closing his eyes. “Wait. Fuck. I can’t—jesus christ. I’m…I cannot fucking believe I’m doing this, but. Steve, this is a bad idea. I don’t—I can’t. Not with you.”
He pushes away from Steve, whirling around, and paces to the other side of the room. The absence of him, the distance, is like granite.
“Eddie Munson’s dead,” he says into the wall. “You didn’t know him then. You don’t fucking know me now. I can’t be him, and it’ll fuck me up if I try, even—for you.”
“I know you,” says Steve. “What the fuck, Eddie. I know you. You’ve been living here for months, you think I don’t know who you are?”
“I think you’ve got a shoebox that might as well have my name and epitaph on it. Rest in fucking pieces.”
“I’ll burn the fucking shoebox.”
“It’s not about—”
“Do you even like me,” says Steve. “Or do you like that I’ll do anything for you, no matter what you say to me.” He’s angry again, he realizes in a distant way; heat shifting in him from one thing to another. His neck is still bleeding sluggishly, though not as much as he might’ve expected.
“Wow, fuck you,” Eddie spits. “You can’t offer to let me own you and then pull this shit like I’m the one who started it. You think I’ve been sticking around for my god damn health? I wanted a clean slate. You’re the one who literally dragged me back into all this past life bullshit. You’re the one who’s all like, oh Eddie, move in with me, let me feed you, let me—fuck you—”
“That’s not,” Steve starts. “It wasn’t like that. I don’t, I’m not expecting anything, I just want you to be—”
“You want me to be who I was,” says Eddie. “You want me to be yours. You talk a big game, Harrington. But I’m a dead man, and I can’t live like this.”
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What’s your opinion on the Percy Jackson show? Personally I like that it’s caused a spike in interest in studying Greek mythology but I also dislike how it depicts Athena. She’s shown like Ovid’s version, not the traditional Greek, showing Athena to be cruel, cold, uncaring, mean and as being the one that cursed Medusa. It just makes me sad to see people being fed this version and assuming Athena is just horrible when that version was written by a man that was actively trying to turn her into a villain and make her out to be a monster that doesn’t care about her followers when there’s multiple accounts that contradict that.
But that’s just my personal opinion, and if you’re willing I’d like to also hear yours since I always like learning about what other people think! :D
This is going to shock everyone, but I've never read the Percy Jackson books before, much less watched its show 🤣🤣🤣 I only found out about this book series in 2022 when I dug into Greek mythology.
Because I've never seen the TV show, my opinions about it will be invalid ("You didn't even watch the show, why are you criticizing it???"). But I want to have my two cents on Athena-Medusa retellings in general.
(Disclaimer: This is my opinion as a passerby on the Internet, not a professional mythology expert. And to my anon, I'm sorry my rambles won't be too PJO-related!)
I hope mythology enjoyers understand that GREEK mythology and ROMAN mythology are different. Sure, they have a fair share of similarities, but even when the pantheons are syncretized, one culture's myths and characters should still be distinguished from the other's. Especially when we do know where that myth originated from.
Although Ovid's Metamorphoses is heavy with political biases, I still give him credit as a poet because his works are beautiful art-wise. However, Ovid's version of Medusa should be only classified as Roman mythology. The Roman goddess Minerva was the one who punished Medusa, not the Greek goddess Athena.
"Medusa was violated in Minerva's shrine by the Lord of the Sea Neptune. Jove's daughter turned away and covered with her shield her virgin's eyes. And then for fitting punishment transformed the Gorgo's lovely hair to loathsome snakes." (Ovid's Metamorphoses)
Minerva might be Athena's Roman counterpart, but Minerva is NOT Athena. Everything Minerva did was her doing, not Athena's.
I agree with anon that using the "Athena cursed medusa" version is a bad take. As far as I know, the PJO show features Greek gods and goddesses, so the production team shouldn't have made Athena transform Medusa because (like I said) it was Minerva who cursed her, not Athena.
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