Jamie

one of many things i really loved was how anticlimactic rhaenyra taking kings landing is. there is barely any action, barely any spectacle, barely any dragons. they just walk through the halls functionally unimpeded and all we see is their silver targaryen hair as they walk through halls that are familiar to us by now but where they feel out of place. there is tension in the fact that there is no tension at all. we know daemon is a better fighter than any hightower guard. we know they have more dragons. even the goldcloaks rushing in lasts barely more than a second. otto's death is imperfect and unsatisfying. there is no revenge or catharsis behind her swing. all of this build up her entire life the moment she has been waiting for through all of the death and grief and she hobbles up to the throne in tears because there is absolutely no glory in taking the iron throne, none of it matters, but its too late to do anything else but sit.

some lesbians are born with wives while the rest of us have to fight like the hunger game

alicent really is one of the most unflinching representations of what grooming and childhood sexual abuse does to a person and how it ripples through every aspect of your life and your identity and every relationship you have that i've ever seen on television. extremely harrowing and extremely compelling.