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Emma and Olivia can't even hide it lmao I'm getting more confident about that kiss, day by day
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Alicent cannot have Rhaenyra and that is the great tragedy around which her entire life revolves. I’m genuinely convinced that this is what has always driven her at the deepest level. Not a desire for power, certainly not a belief in her sons as rulers, nor even an unconditional love for her children. Not even the longing for freedom she discovered in Season 2 truly motivates her at her core. Those are all just layers covering what lies beneath: Rhaenyra.
By now, Alicent has fully internalized this painful resignation. And it is precisely this realization she tries to pass on to Mysaria when Mysaria stops her escape. She has to improvise - and instinctively reaches for the only thing she truly has to offer: her own story.
“There is only one who could walk that path with her—and she chose him long ago.”
There is so much bitterness in that line.
For Alicent, one of the defining moments of Season 1 was when Rhaenyra lied to her about her night with Daemon. Something broke inside her that day - something she has clearly never fully recovered from.
A wound that kept reopening: Rhaenyra married Daemon. Rhaenyra rejected Alicent’s “Come with me.” None of it truly surprised Alicent, but it hurt every single time.
Daemon represents something much larger: the Targaryen way itself. Something inherent to dragonriders that Rhaenyra and Daemon share and that Alicent has never believed she could compete with. Even as a young girl, in her very first appearance in Episode 1, she refuses to fly with Rhaenyra on Syrax. She could never follow her down that path. It’s easy for Alicent to turn Daemon into a symbol of everything she believes she has lost between herself and Rhaenyra.
“Her attentions may be on you now that you bathe in the warm light of her gaze…”
That line alone is remarkable. Alicent describes Rhaenyra’s gaze something almost sacred. It is strikingly romantic language. She connects with Mysaria by invoking a feeling they supposedly share: the experience of standing in the favor of the woman they love.
“But will you stake so high a wager on the whims of a dragonrider?”
Alicent has been burned by that unpredictability more than once. Most recently when she believed Rhaenyra would let her leave after Alicent opened the gates of King’s Landing. Whatever political reasons Rhaenyra may have, Alicent is left with the feeling of, once again, not having been chosen. Once again, she has been run over by the unstoppable force of the Targaryen path.
So Alicent turns her attention to the only thing she still believes she can both save and keep: Helaena.
Her renewed attempts to flee, prompted by Helaena’s pregnancy, are undoubtedly an expression of genuine concern for her daughter. And yet another question inevitably arises. Given the doubts Helaena repeatedly expresses, whether about leaving Jaehaera behind or her refusal to terminate the pregnancy: who is this escape really for?
Is Alicent fulfilling Helaena’s wishes - or her own?
Her actions seem to be an inseparable mixture of love, projection and selfishness.
Helaena is the only one of Alicent’s children she still wants to save at all. Aegon, Aemond, and even Daeron seem lost to her. Helaena, by contrast, embodies something Alicent still longs to preserve. Not power, not dynasty… It’s innocence. With her neurodivergent nature, Helaena exists outside the court’s endless games of ambition and manipulation. She is as innocent as Alicent once was - and as Rhaenyra once was - before everything fell apart.
Perhaps Alicent is clinging to the last chance to preserve a fragment of that innocence she herself lost long ago… and that, in her mind, remains inseparable from her relationship with Rhaenyra.
Her fixation on Helaena is not a new motivation. It is the inevitable consequence of her old one.
She knows she can never win Rhaenyra for herself. Nothing she has ever done has freed her from that pain. She wants, at last, to leave everything behind - and save the one part of herself that has not yet been completely destroyed: Helaena.
Whether that will be possible remains to be seen. The Season 3 poster feels almost revealing. Alicent is moving away from the Iron Throne alongside Helaena - but her gaze turns back, lingering, as always, on Rhaenyra. A visual representation of the greatest tragedy of her life.
Sepideh Moafi as Dr. Baran Al-Hashimi, The Pitt Emmy Nominee for Outstanding Supporting Actress In a Drama Series
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American Pronoun (2000) dir. Mary Harron
he didn't say that
Yes she did
“Was it wisdom? Was it knowledge? Was it, once more, the deceptiveness of beauty, so that all one's perceptions, half-way to truth, were tangled in a golden mesh? or did she lock up within her some secret which certainly Lily Briscoe believed people must have for the world to go on at all? Every one could not be as helter skelter, hand to mouth as she was. But if they knew, could they tell one what they knew? Sitting on the floor with her arms round Mrs. Ramsay's knees, close as she could get, smiling to think that Mrs. Ramsay would never know the reason of that pressure, she imagined how in the chambers of the mind and heart of the woman who was, physically, touching her, were stood, like the treasures in the tombs of kings, tablets bearing sacred inscriptions, which if one could spell them out would teach one everything, but they would never be offered openly, never made public. What art was there, known to love or cunning, by which one pressed through into those secret chambers? What device for becoming, like waters poured into one jar, inextricably the same, one with the object one adored? Could the body achieve it, or the mind, subtly mingling in the intricate passages of the brain? or the heart? Could loving, as people called it, make her and Mrs. Ramsay one? for it was not knowledge but unity that she desired, not inscriptions on tablets, nothing that could be written in any language known to men, but intimacy itself, which is knowledge, she had thought, leaning her head on Mrs. Ramsay's knee.”
To The Lighthouse - Virginia Woolf
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Women in Film Challenge 2025: [42/52] Summerland, dir. Jessica Swale (UK, 2020)
Stories have to come from somewhere.
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The movie that shaped my adolescence, and the movie which my adolescence is shaped after.
I will never forget this movie, and i will never forget how this movie makes me feel. Salty tears and salty hands, fingers, sour apples, bitter grudges, and sweet cherry lipstick. Basic petrichor earth, to chlorine poolwater, and a stunted atmosphere. It's like a cloudy, humid day, in all but a bleak, and boring, oh how boring, place; it all echoes under the heavy concrete "préaux". Though, the sun never sets; if you're lucky, maybe, it will, around 10pm.
And yet there's this overbearing, teeming, daft and severe youth, that only seeks one or two specific things, and there's aimless nostalgia everywhere, all around those brittle plastic chairs and cups; about what it was, about what i never had, what i wish i had, and about what i wish that hadn't happened. This film is so quiet, it doesn't want anything from me; making it so close to my heart... It's my little thing, i can't really explain it!
I've waited for more than a whole year to pass in order to rewatch this, hoping it would feel the same as it did the first time that i had seen it; it's been a total of 15 months, around 450 days, between april 14th 2021 and july 14th 2022. Unfortunately, in the meantime, i have grown up, matured, even within the tight span of a year; i'm not the same My Name as the one who first saw this film; i'm not the same hurt, deluded, yearning, teenage girl. It feels like a million years ago. Nevertheless, it's just a part of it all; it only makes my silly nostalgia stronger, it leaves me dreaming about what could've been different, even in now forgotten, fossilized, archaic feelings.
Repost of my 2022 review, i promised you i would rewatch this!