This Is What My Delusional Ass Thinks Happened In The Finale

no thoughts, just "where is duty, where is sacrifice" and the way that alicent clings to abstract constructs like religion, honor, duty and sacrifice because her material life is so concretely terrible and empty. to have loved someone so dearly, and watch them be what you perceive as free while your entire personhood is reduced to a womb and made to serve the realm, a vessel for the rotting king to use and abuse. to not exist as a person for yourself but in only in service to others as you are ordered by your father under a patriarchal structure..........and then the contrast of that quote, which summarizes all of alicent's anguish and agony, to the classic, "what is honor compared to a woman's love? what is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms...we are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love.".................but alicent doesn't have love, not anymore. duty, honor, these concepts - they're all she's got, and the lack of the very elements that make them meaningful has corroded her inside and out. so: honor, duty, sacrifice, all without love. and here we are.

this is so good!!! and funny omg. your characters are adorable and really interesting

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im in the middle of your picture, lying in the reeds

The queen

That’s my man and ima stick beside him💯💯💯

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Found some writing I did when I was 11 and oh boy

olivia cooke! it was a tough field but you have once again been awarded with the nobel prize for the facial expression of looking like you would want to kill yourself if you knew the possibility existed but it could not even occur to you since you must fulfil your duty and responsibility to your family and station which you have accepted since you were a little girl and you are also gay

when you’re trying to write and your last two functioning brain cells start yelling at each other

i’m losing my mind right now bc i really really want to write but for some reason i can’t think of anything. sitting here staring at like 3 open wips without a Single working brain cell. god has abandoned me.