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[mondaysamiright]

Falling Into You (Part 2)

Pairing: Emilia Clarke x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N and Emilia find themselves on the pages of the Daily Mail

Word Count: 2k+

Part 1 Here Part 3 Here

The morning light crept through the thin curtains of Y/N’s new flat, illuminating the scattered boxes and half-unpacked luggage that still littered the living room. It had only been a couple of weeks since she’d moved to the UK from Colorado, and despite her best intentions, she hadn’t quite found the time or energy to finish unpacking. The flat was a charming, if modest, space with creaky wooden floors and large windows that let in the autumn sunlight, but it still felt more like a temporary stopover than home.

Y/N padded around the kitchen in her worn slippers, her movements leisurely and unhurried. The kettle bubbled away on the stove, steam rising as she waited for the water to boil. She glanced around at the cluttered countertops, mentally adding ‘organize kitchen’ to the ever-growing list of things she needed to do. But not today. Today was going to be a lazy Saturday.

The whistle of the kettle broke her train of thought, and she poured the boiling water over a coffee filter, the rich scent of the brew filling the small kitchen. She sighed contentedly, the familiar smell a comforting reminder of home. Her favorite mug—a chipped one from a café in the Rockies—sat waiting on the counter. She filled it to the brim, taking a cautious sip before making her way to the kitchen table.

She pushed aside a pile of unopened mail and travel brochures, finding a small space to set down her coffee. Her laptop sat closed in front of her, an open invitation to start her day with the mindless scroll of social media or catching up on emails, but she resisted the urge. Instead, she leaned back in her chair, cradling the warm mug between her hands as she soaked in the quiet stillness of the morning.

Just as she was starting to enjoy the peacefulness, her phone buzzed, vibrating its way across the cluttered table. She glanced at the screen and saw her coworker's name, Sara, flashing. With a bemused smile, she picked up the call.

“Hey, Sara. What’s up?” she greeted, her voice still thick with sleep. 

Sara’s voice crackled through the speaker, rapid and almost breathless with excitement. “Oh my God, Y/N! Did you see it? Tell me you’ve seen it! I just sent it to you!”

Y/N blinked, bewildered, her still sleepy mind struggling to catch up. “Uh, seen what?”

“Check your texts!” Sara insisted, her voice buzzing with so much energy that Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Alright, alright,” she muttered, pulling the phone away from her ear and opening the text message thread. A new message from Sara blinked at the top of the screen. She tapped on it, her thumb hovering over the image file for a moment before she clicked it.

Her eyes widened as the Daily Mail article loaded. It was a bright, glossy picture of her and Emilia Clarke from the other day. They were walking through the park, Emilia mid-laugh, her hand brushing against Y/N’s arm as they stood outside the café. The headline blared across the screen in bold letters:

"Emilia Clarke Enjoys a Cool Fall Day with a Mysterious Woman!"

Y/N nearly spat out her coffee, coughing as she read the caption below the photo. “‘The Game of Thrones star was seen enjoying a casual day out with an unidentified brunette, sparking rumors of a new romance...’” Her eyes widened, and she could almost hear Sara's barely-contained glee on the other end of the line.

“Are you kidding me?” Y/N muttered to herself, scrolling down the article. There were more pictures—one of her laughing at something Emilia had said, another of them at the café, their heads close together in conversation. Each image was accompanied by captions that only seemed to add fuel to the fire. “Who writes this stuff?”

Sara’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “So? Spill! Are you secretly dating Emilia Clarke, and you just forgot to tell me? Because that’s something you don’t forget to mention, Y/N!”

Y/N rubbed a hand over her face, feeling a mix of amusement and disbelief. “No, Sara, I’m not dating Emilia Clarke,” she said, shaking her head as she continued scrolling. “‘The pair appeared at ease as they strolled through the park, sparking rumors of a potential new love interest.’ Really?”

Sara giggled on the other end of the line. “I mean, they’re not wrong. You two looked super cute together. Who knew you’d have such an eventful first month in the UK?”

Y/N let out a huff of laughter. “Yeah, because this is exactly what I pictured—moving to a new country, getting mistaken for a celebrity’s new girlfriend in the tabloids. Totally normal.”   

They both laughed, the absurdity of the situation lightening the initial shock. Y/N glanced around her still-chaotic flat, the unpacked boxes and scattered belongings serving as a stark contrast to the glamorous life the article seemed to suggest she was part of.

Y/N shook her head, returning her attention back to the article. “‘The pair appeared to be quite cozy as they strolled through the park, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. Could this be the beginning of a new celebrity romance?’” she read aloud, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Unbelievable.”

“Cozy, huh?” Sara teased, giggling. “You know, this could be your big break into the world of tabloid fame!”

Y/N rolled her eyes, unable to hold back a laugh of her own. “Oh, great. Just what I need. My fifteen minutes of fame as Emilia Clarke’s mystery woman.”

Y/N glanced back at the article, a strange mix of amusement and disbelief washing over her. The way the article painted the day as some kind of romantic rendezvous was almost comical, if not for the fact that it was now out there for the world to see.

“Well, I have to go, but we’re not done talking about this!” Sara warned, still giggling.

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N replied with a smirk. “I’ll talk to you later.” 

Y/N set her phone down and leaned back in her chair, chuckling to herself. “Emilia Clarke’s mystery woman,” she muttered with a shake of her head. The idea was so absurd it was almost laughable. She glanced around her cluttered flat, her eyes landing on an open box filled with books she still hadn’t unpacked.

“Well, if I’m going to be famous, I guess I should at least finish unpacking,” she said to no one in particular. With a grin, she pushed herself up from the table and set to work. After all, it wasn’t every day you got mistaken for a celebrity’s love interest in the tabloids. She might as well enjoy it.

Emilia’s POV

The late morning sun was warm on Emilia’s skin as she settled into a wicker chair in her garden, cradling a mug of steaming tea between her hands. It was a rare, quiet Saturday morning, and she intended to savor it. The garden was her sanctuary, a little pocket of green amidst the bustling city, filled with blooming flowers and the soft hum of bees. She took a sip of her tea, the gentle breeze rustling through the leaves as she let herself relax into the tranquility of the moment.

Her phone, resting on the small table beside her, buzzed with a notification. She ignored it at first, not wanting to interrupt the peaceful silence, but curiosity got the better of her. She reached for the device, glancing at the screen. It was a message from her publicist, Jackie.

Jackie: What do I need to know about this?

Emilia frowned, confusion furrowing her brow as she opened the attachment. Her eyes widened as the Daily Mail article loaded, the headline jumping out at her in bold letters:

“Emilia Clarke Enjoys a Cool Fall Day with a Mysterious Woman!”

A groan escaped her lips, loud enough to disturb a few birds perched in the nearby tree. “Oh, for the love of—” she muttered, scrolling through the article. There were pictures of her and Y/N from the other day, walking through Hampstead Heath, laughing at the café. The captions were all suggestive, spinning a narrative that was completely out of line with what had actually happened.

She rubbed her forehead, her mind racing. How had the paparazzi even found her? It had been such an ordinary day, and she hadn’t noticed anyone following them. Her eyes skimmed the article again, noting how it made Y/N out to be her new love interest, emphasizing their supposed chemistry and the cozy atmosphere between them.

Before she could fully process her irritation, her phone rang, Jackie’s name flashing on the screen. Emilia sighed and answered, bringing the phone to her ear.

“Good morning, Jackie,” she greeted, trying to keep her tone light despite the frustration simmering just beneath the surface.

“Morning? More like afternoon at this rate,” Jackie quipped, but her tone quickly turned serious. “Emilia, what’s going on? Are you dating this woman or not? Because, from these photos, it certainly looks like there’s something going on.”

Emilia closed her eyes, the absurdity of it all almost making her laugh. “No, Jackie, I’m not dating her. I literally just met her the other day. I tripped over her in the park, we had tea, and that was it.”

“Mhm,” Jackie’s voice was skeptical, but playful. “Because that’s how everyone looks at a stranger they just met. I mean, look at these pictures. You two look awfully cozy together.”

Emilia bit back a retort, her gaze shifting to the garden around her, the flowers swaying gently in the breeze. “We were just talking. She seemed nice, and we had a good conversation, but that’s it. I feel terrible for her—now she’s got her face plastered all over the tabloids because she happened to have tea with me.”

Jackie’s sigh was audible over the line. “You know this happens. You’re Emilia Clarke, for crying out loud. Every time you step outside, people notice. Whether you like it or not, that’s just how it is.”

“I know,” Emilia muttered, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “But it’s not fair to her. She didn’t ask for any of this.”

“Maybe not,” Jackie conceded, her tone softening a bit. “But you can’t control what the paparazzi do. You know that. It’s part of the deal, unfortunately.”

Emilia was silent for a moment, staring down at the half-empty mug of tea in her hand. She’d been through this a hundred times before, but it never got any easier. And now this poor woman, who had probably just been trying to enjoy her day, was being dragged into the spotlight because of a random encounter.

“What can I do, Jackie?” Emilia asked quietly, feeling a pang of guilt. “I want to apologize to her, at least.”

Jackie was silent for a moment, considering. “I can try to find out where she works, or maybe get her contact information somehow. But you know how tricky this can get. We don’t want to overstep.”

“I know,” Emilia sighed. “But I just… I feel like I should do something. This is all so ridiculous, and now she’s caught up in it because of me.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Jackie said, her voice gentler now. “But try not to worry too much, okay? These things blow over. People will be onto the next story before you know it.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Emilia murmured, though she didn’t feel much relief. She thanked Jackie and hung up, setting her phone down on the table with a frustrated sigh. The garden felt less serene now, the peaceful morning soured by the thought of Y/N being dragged into her chaotic world without warning.

She leaned back in her chair, staring up at the sky. It was such a small, silly thing—just a chance meeting and a bit of conversation—but it had spiraled out of control so quickly. And now Y/N, who seemed so kind and genuine, was probably dealing with the fallout.

Emilia closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, and let the cool air wash over her. She’d find a way to make this right, or at least to apologize. Somehow. But for now, all she could do was sit there, sipping her now-cold tea, and wonder how one simple day in the park had turned into this.

[sapphicscister]

A buddy of mine challenged me to name 100 celebrity women that I’m attracted to off the top of my head (aka without googling anything) and I managed to do it in under 10 minutes. This is in no way a ranking, but I will say that I frequently bring up the first 10 women in conversation. Results are below.

1. Aubrey Plaza

2. Sabrina Carpenter

3. Ana De Armas

4. Anya Taylor-Joy

5. Elizabeth Olsen

6. Kathryn Hahn

7. Angelina Jolie

8. Kylie Minogue

9. Katie McGrath

10. Avril Lavigne

11. Anne Hathaway

12. Carly Rae Jepsen

13. Rachel McAdams

14. Amanda Seyfried

15. Megan Fox

16. Kat Dennings

17. Gillian Anderson

18. Laura Harrier

19. Melissa Benoist

20. Sydney Sweeney

21. Addison Rae

22. Scarlett Johansson

23. Madison Beer

24. Ella Purnell

25. Margot Kidder

26. Margot Robbie

27. Margaret Qualley

28. Mikey Madison

29. Jenna Ortega

30. Sadie Sink

31. Phoebe Tonkin

32. Nina Dobrev

33. Candice King

34. Danielle Rose Russell

35. Erica Durance

36. Kristen Kreuk

37. Bryce Dallas Howard

38. Sarah Michelle Geller

39. Chloe Grace Moretz

40. Mary Elizabeth Winstead

41. Mae Whitman

42. Emma Stone

43. Emma Watson

44. Julia Roberts

45. Eva Longoria

46. Eva Mendez

47. Hailee Steinfeld

48. Ella Purnell

49. Sarah Hyland

50. Sofia Vergara

51. Rosé

52. Jennie

53. Lisa

54. Jisoo

55. Lauren Jauregi

56. Normani

57. Megan Thee Stallion

58. Sza

59. Ashley Tisdale

60. Jennifer Connelly

61. Denise Richards

62. Pamela Anderson

63. Lena Headey

64. Arden Cho

65. Billie Piper

66. Suki Waterhouse

67. Jenna Coleman

68. Keira Knightley

69. Natalie Portman

70. Zoe Kravitz

71. Lisa Bonet

72. Victoria Pedretti

73. Tati Gabrielle

74. Elizabeth Lail

75. Shay Mitchell

76. Ashley Benson

77. Troian Bellisario

78. Lucy Hale

79. Michelle Williams

80. Michelle Pfeiffer

81. Michelle Trachtenberg

82. Kim Catrall

83. Hayden Panettiere

84. Jessica Chastain

85. Jessica Alba

86. Mila Kunis

87. Rosario Dawson

88. Zoe Saldana

89. Cobie Smulders

90. Emilia Clarke

91. Minka Kelly

92. Taylor Swift

93. Sasheer Zamata

94. Patti Lupone

95. Lily Collins

96. Alison Brie

97. Ariana Grande

98. Elizabeth Gillies

99. Victoria Justice

100. Danielle Monet

[fromtheseventhhell]

scrolled through the Sansa Stark tag cause I wanted to see art of her and it is a cesspool. the same accounts making the same illogical theories based on nothing but delusions and copium.

They take screenshots of other people's accounts to dunk on them, but their dunking is never bolstered by the text, just other people's meta.

They talk constantly about separating the character from the actors but they never apply that to Emilia Clarke. Just a bunch of confused people feeding each other's delusions.

It's truly like...the same five "big" accounts passing around the same five tired takes poached from reddit and quora. It's just annoying to see, which is why I stay out of all the character tags for the most part. I'm tired of seeing the same basic takes recycled and any fresh conversation being mocked by people who couldn't come up with a text-based theory if their life depended on it.

[jackoshadows]

Why do you think there is so much animosity between Sansa fans and Dany fans? I can understand how conflict comes up between Sansa fans and Arya fans given the conflict between the characters but I can’t figure out what the issue is with Dany fans vs Sansa fans. It can’t JUST be because of shipping, right? I’m a big fan of Dany, Arya, and Jon, but I still do like (canon) Sansa as a character and honestly see a lot of similarities between her and Dany. Their stories have definite parallels and anti parallels and I don’t really know why I don’t see anyone else talk about it. Every time I try to talk to a Sansa blog or a fellow Dany blog about it, I never hear back. What gives??

I don't like the both siding in this ask. Sansa fans keep spewing hateful nonsense, farcical theories and made up headcanons in the form of 'intellectual' discourse in the Dany/Arya/Jon tags and then when book fans of those characters respond, the so called 'neutral' bnfs pretend both sides are to blame.

All this explained very clearly here.

And while I personally feel that Dany and Sansa have very little in common as characters, there's a lot of fandom metas/essays/gifsets and fanarts paralleling these two as fandom faves. You should be able to find them on many of the character blogs if you are interested in that sort of thing.

IMO, Daenerys is clearly written as a tier I main character. She drives her story more than any other character in the series as the sole representative of her house and considering how isolated she is from every other POV character. The story in her POV is about her.

If we are looking at parallels, then it's Daenerys and Arya who have a lot of commonality in their way of thinking, their concern for the little guy, in their ideas of justice and dispensing that justice, right and wrong, their toughing it out on their way to the top, their proactive nature in getting things done, to be in charge, their love of nature etc.

With respect to the increase in toxicity from the Sansa fandom post show, then yes, that's because of shipping and Jonsa. A lot of the hate that the character of Daenerys gets is from Sansa fans - especially on Tumblr - because of her foreshadowed future relationship with Jon Snow and they want fanon, self-insert Sansa to have Dany's plot importance and story in the books. It's different on asoiaf sites like Reddit and Westeros.org - the majority of Dany hate on there is from Stannis/Jon Snow fans who are not big fans of a female character being the prophesied chosen one/top dog of the series.

And I point to shipping being the big reason because of my personal fandom experience on this site. This is me going down memory lane but I remember around 2015/16, I wrote these angry, frustrated posts calling out the TV show for taking Jon's book plot and writing that for show Sansa and Sansa's actions in the Battle of the Bastards in season 6. At that time a lot of Dany fans were also big Sansa fans and attacked me for being a 'misogynistic dudebro'. I am not naming names - shit's in the past - but I used to get blocked and get hateful inbox messages for criticizing show Sansa's actions.

During season 6 there were so many posts about Jon Snow being an useless idiot who deserved to die, Sansa was right to not tell him because he's a moron, Sansa's the politician/general who knows best, she deserved to be queen, Jon's the worst for stealing Sansa's birthright else Sansa and Dany would have ruled as best queens of westeros etc. - all from Daenerys fans!!

This was some kind of superficial notion of girl power with Sansa and Dany girlbossing around Westeros, bow down before these Queens sort of thing and fuck the actual book story. Arya was never included in these conversations because she did not wear dresses and Maisie Williams was not conventionally beautiful like Emilia Clarke and Sophie Turner and therefore did not fit into these Girlboss headcanons.

And then before season 7 was when we got the leaked spoilers of Jonerys meeting at Dragonstone. And this was when the full toxicity of the Jonsa shippers was unleashed. This was when we got 'Political!Jon' and all sorts of vile hate for Daenerys and more and more Dany fans started to react to that hate from the Sansa fandom.

Fandom always, always influences our likes and dislikes of characters (This is why I stay away from some fandoms - I don't want to end up hating characters) And this is what happened here. The Sansa/Jonsa fandom was so vile that a lot of Dany fans on tumblr stopped stanning for Sansa.

Fast forward to 2019 and the same Dany stans - again, not naming names but the very same Dany stans - who attacked me for being a sexist, male dude for critiquing show Sansa in season 6, started critiquing show Sansa when Dany got the same treatment that Jon, Arya and Bran got before her with the show tearing down these characters to prop up Sansa. Suddenly it was no longer misogynistic to call out how these characters were being torn down in order to prop up Sansa when they share scenes with her 😂😂😂.

That’s why I don’t hold much stock in words like ‘misogyny’ and ‘sexist’ randomly thrown around without context by the stans of female characters to attack people for critiquing said female character. I have been at the receiving end of this for years from the Jonsa fandom because I call out their utter nonsense.

The sexism and misogyny occurs when a female character is criticized for doing the same thing a male character is praised for - for ex. Daenerys gets a lot of this because she has parallel arcs with Jon Snow and very often she gets attacked for doing the same things that Jon is praised for. Even the show did this - Dany getting unfair flack for executing traitors when Jon Snow and the North do it all the time. The sexism is in how Arya gets attacked as being ‘male-coded’ because she’s not the right kind of girl. The sexism is in the slut shaming and commentary about how Daenerys is not the right kind of rape victim. The sexism is in the popular theories like political!Jon - wherein Jon Snow turns into LF 2.0 and sexually manipulates and seduces a rape victim.

Sexism is not simply liking a male character or critiquing a female character - there needs to be context. One does not simply throw around these heavy words simply to attack other bloggers to win fandom points. The word then loses it’s meaning.

So yeah, I ended up going on a tangent about my fandom experiences when the show was running. I do think a lot of the beef and toxicity in this fandom comes from shipping and Sansa fans wanting her to be something she is not. They want her to be a tier I main character with the story revolving around her love life as she Disney princess rules the North with sewing and dancing. And this leads to them diminishing the actual main characters and taking away from main characters to give to her. Naturally fans of the main character are going to push back against this.

And Sansa is a classist, sexist character and so her fans espouse classist, sexist viewpoints to justify her actions. Their love for all things 'traditional' and sticking to the status quo - 'Jon being KITN would be boring, he should stay a bastard, Arya being lady of WF is not right as she does not want to wear dresses, Dany will be mad like her father she can't escape her genes, Tyrion is doomed' etc. is based on Sansa being a traditional, pro-status quo character. Hence why there is so much clashing of ideas and discourse happening in the fandom.

So yeah. Honestly, I am just tired of seeing all these posts bothsiding fandom drama and making it seem like all the stans are equally responsible when the majority of fandom toxicity is started by stans of one character - Sansa - with the result being fans of other characters pushing back against their nonsense.

[marvel-starwarsfangirl]

Secret Invasion Review

Overall, this was a really mid series. I went in really excited and hoping that this was the MCU’s comeback. And initially, it seemed like it. Longer episodes, fewer jokes, and a serious tone. It seemed like this was what Marvel needed. I enjoyed the acting and I loved seeing Ben Mendelsohn again. But there were also glaring issues that upon finishing, really began to stick out to me.

Positives: Acting was pretty good from Coleman, Mendelsohn, and Ben Adir. I enjoyed some of the action sequences, conversations, and Fury’s romance with Varra. It was cute. 

However, as the show goes on, it’s easy to start noticing illogical inconsistencies and plotholes. Not to mention the fact that the episodes just kept getting shorter and shorter. For example, the Skrulls apparently haven’t been able to find a home in 30 years. Which is bs considering the fact that there are probably several uninhabited planets and the GotG to help. You’re telling me that no one could find anything? There wasn’t also much tension as I thought there was. With the exception of Rhodey, it was pretty easy to tell who was a Skrull and who wasn’t.

I think my biggest issue with the show was Fury himself. This is the chance to tell a really great story about one of Marvel’s most mysterious characters and they blew it. He loses his two best friends and doesn’t seem to grieve except in the moment. He kinda just moves on. Hello? He’s known Maria and Talos for decades and we barely get time to see how their deaths have affected him.

Also, why have Emilia Clarke if they don’t really do much with her? At least we got Super Skrulls now. Yay?

And the ending. Maria died for nothing. Talos died for nothing. His whole goal of saving his people is pretty much washed down the drain because the Skrulls end right back in square 1. Only this time, instead of the Kree out to get them, it’s humans. It’s just really sad and unsatisfying. This whole show was about Skrulls wanting to make Earth their new home and then they’re told they’re unwelcome.

Honestly, this show simply needed a bigger scale to tell its story (and better writing).

[thevibraniumveterans]

SECRET INVASION

S1E1 - Resurrection

SPOILERS!

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Opens in Moscow with Ross, and the statement by Prescod (who's that?) saying, "Imagine a world where information cant be trusted. Not very hard, is it?" That's one hell of an opening line. Very modern-minded. The voice continues, "News service says one thing, website says another. Society starts to fray. All we can turn to are the people we care about. But what if those people weren't who we thought they were? What if the ones closest to us, the ones we've trusted our whole lives, were someone else entirely?"

It's fascinatingly political; Prescod, a white man, dislikes the idea of being colonized. There's even a whole biblical aspect to this too, what with the stories of the Promised Land and all, but that's not quite a conversation I want to get too deep into. It's the broader issue of not liking your land and home being taken over by someone else.

Ross may be skeptical, naturally. He speaks with someone who has information but not enough of it to be sure.

Someone shoots Prescod! The lights in the building as Ross and his pursuer go up, it's a great shot. Dramatic.

The pursuer is Talos? Ross is a Skrull? Or should we say, Not-Ross! Hill says, "He's one of you!” To which Talos responds, "No, he's one of THEM" Meaning that Talos has separated himself from the attacker, and invading force.

That's VERY, VERY unusual, to have the first half of the credits and the title card come right after the first opening scenes.

Hill welcomes Fury back to Earth. Fury pays Talos a visit. Talos reveals that Soren (his wife? Partner?) is gone. But what is the implication of Talos saying, "Soren loved you?" Fury is also upset she's gone.

Hill says of Gravik - who presumably once trusted Fury, who had disappeared after the Blip, to help the Skulls - "He preys on the collective rage of young, displaced Skrulls." This feels like a fiting description also for the Flag Smashers from TFATWS, who were also refugees in a way, people who could not find a place to call home.

Fury goes for a night walk, and as Talos predicted, gets mugged and kidnapped... by guys working for Sonya, someone whom Fury knows, apparently? How do they know each other?

Sonya is the second person to tell Fury that he's changed.

The owl figurine; Fury touched it earlier, and there's a shot of its eye. What is its significance?

New Skrullos. New place? Emilia Clarke's character seems to be an ambassador for the Skrulls, kind of. She knows they're refugees and treats them, including the newcomer Beto, with heart. She says Gravik provides refuge but also the way of the warrior. She says warriors can leave; those who are not, remain at the compound.

She walks into this cellar? With devices of some kind, which Skulls (the warriors) use to take the form and then the mind of their captors.

The owl is a camera.

Emilia Clarke's character is reading a book titled "Understand the Human Mind". I couldn't find this book online, but the closest is "Understanding the Human Mind", which according to Routledge, "explores how and why we, as humans, find it so easy to believe we are right - even when we are outright wrong." Seems intriguing; I’ve added it to my book wish list.

This conversation! Talos: "Well, you know, I'm not even 40 in human years. I haven't even gone on my midlife crisis shopping spree yet. What'd you get for yours?" Fury: "The Avengers.'

I wonder why Talos feels like the weight of the world is upon his shoulders. He clearly doesn't want an invasion to happen but it's too late; it's caused by his people the Skulls but he's distanced himself from them.

Emilia Clarke's character is G’iah. Talos' lost daughter. Talos tells her that mom's dead; she runs to an alley to compose herself.

Fury acknowledges the existence of the real-world Cold War in the MCU.

Hill is the 3rd person to tell Fury his head's not in the game enough for it to really matter. She knows him better than anyone, saying he was never the same after the Blip. (Rewind: Blip was when half of all life got dusted; Snap was when they all came back.) Fury had a flashback of himself getting Blipped.

G’iah tells her dad Talos that the attack is planned for Russia's Unity Day, which calls for tolerance between various ethnic and religious groups in Russia. Ironic, since the attack to sow chaos presents the antithesis to that, organized by a minority who want to be a majority, reasoning that they are refugees wanting a home to call their own. That sounds very, VERY familiar in real life, to way too many instances to name.

Fury tracks a shapeshifter, but someone has shapeshifted into Fury and shot Hill.

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Closing thoughts to this episode:

Very fascinating, intriguing, and politically modern, told with a perspective of refugees who have had enough with the world around them. Can’t wait for Ep2.

[westeroslive]

when the sun rises in the west,   the  gods  eyes  are  drawn.  may  the  seven  have  mercy  upon  you  as  we  welcome  you  to  court,   lady ashara, lady amala, liege amiyah, lady thalina, lord andros, princess aerea, lord alistair, lord jaime !  now  a  victim  of  the  court,  the  bards  compare your beauty  to  ryan destiny, deepika padukone, lizeth selene, jasmine tookes, kofi siriboe, emilia clarke, fabien frankel, charles melton as  you  play  the  game  in  the  midst  of  seasoned  nobles.

behave  and  follow  the  queen's  word  written  in  our  checklist  and  submit  your  account  within  24 hours.  

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         ryan destiny,  31,  demi woman,  she / they.    announcing  the  arrival  of  ASHARA  of  house  DAYNE,  the  KNIGHT / LADY  of  HIGH HERMITAGE.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  PERSISTANT  and  UNYIELDING  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  weaponry.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  a  way  forged  by  your  own whims  and  fancy,  delight  in  the  surprise  of  your  prowess,  unbent  will  to  your  own  detriment.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  DORNE.  (  ooc  :  lex  ) 

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         deepika padukone,  36,  female,  she/her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  AMALA  of  house  FOWLER,  the  RULING LADY  of  SKYREACH.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  ASSERTIVE and  PESSIMISTIC  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  history knowledge.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  a sandstorm which cannot be tamed, luxurious cloths & eyes of a viper.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE  TARGARYENS  /  HOUSE  FOWLER.          (  ooc  :  marie,  30,  she/her,  gmt + 1  )

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         lizeth selene,  28,  agender,  they / them.    announcing  the  arrival  of  AMIYAH  of  house  MORMONT,  the  LEIGE of  BEAR ISLAND  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  GUILELESS  and  UNCONVENTIONAL  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  herbs and medicines.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  wise words spoken in gentle riddles, dream states that don't stop once awoken, holding tight to nothing as with nothing you can't be hurt.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE  NORTH.          (  ooc  :  stephy )

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         jasmine tookes,  36,  cis woman,  she + her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  THALINA  of  house  BRAX,  the  RULING LADY of  HORNVALE.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  COMPASSIONATE  and  VAIN  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  the arts.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  beauty  of  a rose  with  blood  on  its  thorns, conversation  steeped  in  pleasantries  yet  off  kilter  feeling  of  knowing  nothing  about  the  speaker,  what  is  wit  without  charms  and  charms  without  manipulations  ?  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  HOUSE  BRAX.  (  luna  ) - rhaeys's  almost  betrothed  wc

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         kofi siriboe,  32,  cis man,  he + him.    announcing  the  arrival  of  ANDROS  of  house  BRAX,  the  LORD of  HORNVALE.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  MODEST  and  INSOUCIANT  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  swords, reading.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  jade stare softening with attention upon him, dedication to an art yet never a faith, brush of paint across canvas.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  HOUSE BRAX. ( fee (: )

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         emilia clarke,  30,  cis woman,  she/her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  AEREA  of  house  TARGARYEN,  the  PRINCESS  of  WESTEROS.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  ADROIT  and  QUICK TEMPERED  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  history.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  a soft yet commanding voice that gives no room for error, a sharp tongue disguised by projected gentle demeanor, servants tell the stories of a violet dragon's rage.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE  TARGARYENS.          (  ooc  :  pili, 32, they/them, cst  )

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         fabien frankel,  33,  cis man,  he/him.    announcing  the  arrival  of  ALISTAIR  of  house  ROWAN,  the  LORD HEIR  of  GOLDENGROVE.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  CHARMING  and  DEMANDING  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  fishing.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  drive towards perfection yet falling short, deep sighs and the longing for something different, building discontent in the face of the court.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  HOUSE ROWAN.          (  ooc  :  pili, 32, they/them, cst  )

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         charles melton,  35,  cis man,  he/him.    announcing  the  arrival  of  JAIME  of  house  LANNISTER,  the  HEIR  of  LANNISPORT.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  TENACIOUS  and  IMPULSIVE  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  sailing.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  the weight of ambitions or family, drunken sea shanties belted in taverns, patiently waiting for the kill.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE  LANNISTERS.          (  ooc  :  pili, 32, they/them, cst  )

[darlingkirstein]

It's fascinating to think that both Charles Dance and Emilia Clarke were cast in that romantic movie where she plays the main character in love with a guy in a wheelchair. They must have had some very interesting conversations. I was almost thinking you'd put Tywin in something like this for question 4

AH that's right!! me before you!! I haven't seen that movie but i should 😿 (im so bad about watching things that aren't fantasy, sci-fi, or horror but i should change that!!). i imagine they had some nice talks especially since charles was such a vocal critic of the final season!

but seriously tywin in an environment so different from got is such an amusing thought train

[mondaysamiright]

Falling Into You (Part 3)

Pairing: Emilia Clarke x fem!reader

Summary: Three weeks later Y/N finds herself running into a familiar face. This time, everyone stays upright and keeps free of a tea-drenched jacket.

Word Count: 2k+

Part 1 Part 2

The pub thrummed with Friday night energy, the buzz of laughter and conversation filling the space with a familiar warmth. Y/N sat alone at the bar counter's far end, her hands wrapped around a pint of ale. It had been one of those weeks that seemed to stretch forever, and she was more than ready to enjoy a moment of peace. 

She felt a light tap on her shoulder, and she turned, her eyes landing on a familiar face. Emilia, clad in a leather jacket and dark jeans, gave her a sheepish smile. Y/N stared for a moment, her mind struggling to catch up to the fact that this was the second time she had run into the actress. 

"Emilia?" she finally managed, a grin spreading across her face.  

"Hey." Emilia gave her a shy smile back, "It seems we have a knack for running into each other. Although at least this time no one is spilling tea all over your jacket."

"No, thank god," Y/N chuckled.

"Do you mind if I join you?" Emilia asked, gesturing to the empty stool beside her.

"Sure, please." 

Emilia slid onto the stool, her eyes meeting Y/N's. "I wanted to apologize. About the whole Daily Mail thing. I feel terrible."

"Oh, don't worry about that. It was entertaining if anything. Well, my coworkers still haven't let me live it down but I'll manage." 

"Still," Emilia sighed. "It was an invasion of your privacy. You were just out enjoying the park and having a nice conversation and-" 

"Emilia, seriously, it's totally fine." Y/N interrupted, giving Emilia her best reassuring smile. "I'm not upset, I promise." 

Emilia smiled, seeming to relax a bit. "Good. That's good. I'm glad." The bartender approached, and Emilia quickly placed her order before turning her attention back to Y/N, "Let me make it up to you. I’m here with some friends,” she said, motioning to a group of people at a nearby table. “Why don’t you join us? Drinks are on me.”

Y/N glanced over at the table where a handful of people were chatting and laughing. Unlike the Hollywood crowd she half-expected Emilia to hang around with, these people seemed… normal. Y/N hesitated for a moment, but the warmth in Emilia’s eyes pulled her in. 

“Alright, you’ve convinced me.”

Emilia’s smile broadened and the last of Y/N’s hesitation melted away. Without a second thought, Emilia reached out and grabbed her hand. 

“Come on,” Emilia said softly, her fingers gently curling around Y/N’s as she led her through the crowd. 

Y/N followed, her heart hammering in her chest, unable to stop her mind from helpfully pointing out that Emilia was holding her hand. As they made their way through the crowded pub, Y/N caught a few curious glances from the table of Emilia's friends. Emilia made quick introductions of her friends; Tom, Lily, Annie, and Paul before moving to her. 

"Guys, this is Y/N," Emilia announced, her hand still clasping Y/N's as they reached the table, “My ‘mysterious woman’.” She added, air-quoting the phrase with her free hand. Emilia gestured for Y/N to take a seat before sliding into the empty chair next to her. 

Tom was the first to speak. "Oh, so you're the infamous Y/N," He said, his expression mischievous. "Emilia hasn't shut up about you since the Daily Mail article."

"Tom!" Emilia protested, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink. "I have not."

Annie giggled, leaning forward to rest her chin in her hands. "Oh, he's not lying. We've heard all about the cute American girl she dumped tea all over."

Emilia buried her face in her hands, groaning while Y/N felt her cheeks start to burn. "Can we please talk about anything else?" Emilia pleaded, her voice muffled behind her palms.

But Annie wasn’t done yet as she leaned in with a wicked grin. “Oh, but Emilia, we still haven’t heard the full story. I mean, you tripped, dumped tea all over her, and now you’re buying her drinks? I think you owe us some details about this, what did the tabloids call it again? Oh yeah, a ‘whirlwind romance’.” 

Emilia groaned louder, her voice still muffled by her hands. “Annie, I swear...”

Tom leaned back in his chair, grinning widely. “Yeah, I think it’s time for the ‘whirlwind romance’ details. Did you two lock eyes as the tea spilled? Was there slow motion involved? Music in the background?” 

“You guys are the worst.” 

Paul laughed, “Come on, Emilia. Tea dumping, mysterious walks in the park… this is like something straight out of a romance novel. You’re giving us all the feels here.”

Lily nodded dramatically. “Exactly. I mean, I expected something like, ‘I’m Emilia Clarke, an international actress, can I buy you a drink?’ But no, instead we get a classic rom-com stumble. Bravo.”

“I’m just saying, Emilia, if you’re going to keep going with the rom-com vibe, you need to plan something grand next—like, I don’t know, tripping again but this time with a bouquet of flowers in your hands.” Tom chimed in. 

“Alright, alright, enough!” Emilia finally said, dropping her hands and waving them in surrender. “I’m never bringing her around you guys again if you don’t knock it off.” 

The table erupted into good-natured laughter, and Y/N couldn't help but join in. She looked over at Emilia, who was still blushing furiously, but her eyes were crinkled in the corners with amusement.

Paul chuckled. “Alright, we’ll give you two a break before you both turn into human tomatoes.” 

And luckily they did. The group launched into a new conversation, the topic shifting to a recent concert someone had been to, but Y/N felt Emilia lean closer, her breath brushing Y/N’s ear as she whispered, "I'm so sorry about them. They can be a lot."

Y/N turned, finding herself mere inches from Emilia, close enough to see the faint flecks of gold in her eyes. Y/N swallowed hard, forcing herself to focus, "It's fine, they're entertaining," 

Emilia smiled, her gaze dropping for a moment before returning to meet Y/N's. "Well, I'm glad. I'm really happy we ran into each other tonight."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, and she prayed that Emilia couldn't feel it hammering away in her chest. She nodded, a shy smile pulling at her lips. "Me too.”  

The conversation flowed easily between them, their bodies shifting closer together until their knees brushed beneath the table. The rest of the group was engrossed in their discussions, and Y/N was content to sit back and listen.  Every so often, she'd glance over at Emilia, and she'd catch her watching her, a soft smile on her lips. 

Before Y/N could think any more about it, Tom returned from the bar, carrying a fresh round of drinks. “Hey, I just talked to some people by the pool tables. They’re short a couple of players and asked if we wanted to join in. What do you say?” He said, gesturing towards a group of three people.

A chorus of agreement went around the table, and Emilia turned to Y/N, her expression hopeful.

"Do you play?"

Y/N grinned, nodding. "Yeah, I do."  

"Oh thank god because I'm pretty awful."  

"How bad are we talking?" 

"Like, embarrassingly bad," Emilia replied with a grin, leaning closer. "But I make up for it with charm."  

They teamed up, along with a few random players from the bar, spreading across three tables. Y/N quickly realized that Emilia wasn’t joking about her lack of skill. Every shot Emilia took seemed to miss by a mile, while Y/N effortlessly sunk her shots with precision.

“You’re really good at this,” Emilia said. “I feel like I should be taking notes.”

Y/N laughed. “Or you could just keep distracting the other team while I win us the game.”

Emilia smirked, leaning on her pool cue with a teasing glint in her eyes. “That’s a solid plan.” 

As the game went on, their playful banter turned into gentle flirting.  Emilia would nudge Y/N after a good shot, or purposefully get in her way, pretending to offer "helpful tips" that ended up with them standing far too close. 

At one point, Emilia leaned in over Y/N’s shoulder, pretending to show her how to line up a shot. Their faces were inches apart, and Emilia’s breath warmed Y/N’s neck.

“And then, put your hand just like this," Emilia said, guiding Y/N's hand down the length of the pool cue, her body pressed flush against her back. "You got it?"

Y/N's heart thudded in her chest as she nodded…and then proceeded to miss the shot completely.  

“Are you sure I’m not distracting you?” Emilia said, her voice low against Y/N's ear. 

"Maybe a little," Y/N said, her cheeks burning.

Emilia laughed, and her hand trailed lightly across Y/N's shoulders. "Sorry, I'll behave." She teased, as she finally stepped back.

Finally, they won a round, thanks mostly to Y/N’s skill, but Emilia sank the final ball.

"Oh my god, we did it!" Emilia squealed, throwing her arms around Y/N's neck and pulling her into a tight hug. Y/N stumbled back a bit, but her arms automatically wrapped around Emilia's waist, steadying her.  Neither let go right away, holding each other a bit longer than expected. Y/N felt the warmth of Emilia’s body against hers, the soft press of Emilia’s cheek against her neck, and she had to remind herself to breathe.

Emilia’s lips brushed close to her ear as she whispered, “Maybe I’m not so bad at this after all.”  

Before Y/N could answer, a loud cheer rose from the nearby table, pulling them back into the present. They laughed softly as they stepped apart, but Emilia kept her hand on Y/N’s arm.

"I think we deserve a drink after that win," Emilia said, her hand trailing down until it found Y/N’s.  

“Lead the way.” 

Emilia’s fingers slipped easily between Y/N’s, their hands fitting together as if it were the most natural thing in the world.  As Emilia tugged her through the crowd, Y/N’s heart hammered faster, a giddy rush of nerves building inside her. Emilia still didn’t let go when they reached the bar, her hand lingering in Y/N’s as though neither of them was ready to break the connection.

As they stood waiting for their drinks, the reality of the moment caught up with Y/N, and a small nervous laugh escaped her lips. “You know, if the paparazzi catches us like this, holding hands… they’re going to have a field day.”

Emilia’s gaze didn’t waver as she replied. “Let them.” Her thumb brushed against the back of Y/N’s hand, and her eyes twinkled with a mixture of amusement and something warmer.

Their drinks arrived and Emilia led her away from the noise of the bar. But instead of heading back toward the pool tables, Emilia surprised Y/N by guiding her toward the back door of the bar. 

The air was crisp, biting with the chill of the evening. It was a stark contrast to the warmth of the bar, and Y/N immediately noticed how empty and still the courtyard was. There wasn’t a soul in sight, just the quiet hum of the city in the distance. Y/N shivered slightly from both the cold and the sudden shift in the atmosphere, her confusion bubbling up as she glanced at Emilia.

“Why are we—?” she began, but before she could finish, Emilia stopped walking and placed her drink down on a nearby table. Her expression had changed, a nervous energy settling into her features as she turned back to face Y/N.

“I brought us out here because…” Emilia hesitated, her hand still holding Y/N’s tightly. “Because I just wanted it to be us.”

Before Y/N could react, Emilia closed the distance between them, leaning in to press her lips against Y/N’s in a soft and tentative kiss. Y/N’s eyes widened in shock, her mind scrambling to process what was happening.   

Emilia was kissing her.

For a heartbeat, Y/N froze, too stunned to respond. But then she felt the gentle pressure of Emilia’s lips start to withdraw, and it snapped her out of her daze. Realization hit her like a wave, and Y/N surged forward, closing the gap once more. She kissed Emilia back, slowly, letting the warmth and sweetness of the moment wash over her.

The kiss was soft and unhurried, a tender exchange of affection that sent sparks fluttering through Y/N’s chest. When they finally broke apart, both were smiling, breathless from the moment. Without saying a word, Emilia nestled closer, burying her nose against the crook of Y/N’s neck as her arms slipped around her waist. Y/N wrapped her arms around Emilia’s shoulders, holding her close as they stood in the chilly courtyard.

Emilia nuzzled closer, her nose brushing the skin of Y/N’s neck, and after a moment, her soft voice broke the silence. “You know maybe the Daily Mail was onto something.”

Y/N chuckled, “It has been quite the whirlwind romance. Tea dumping and all.”

Emilia giggled, her warm breath tickling the side of her neck. Y/N tightened her arms around her, savoring every second of this closeness, the way Emilia seemed to melt into her arms. 

"It has," Emilia said, lifting her head to meet Y/N's gaze, her smile turning a bit shy. "And maybe…maybe you are my mysterious woman. Or could be?”

Y/N’s heart swelled, a rush of affection surging through her for the woman in front of her—this famous actress who had tumbled into her life quite literally, spilling tea all over her in a park. And yet here they were, standing together, Emilia gazing up at her with an endearing mix of hope, nerves, and unmistakable affection in her eyes. Y/N smiled, her hands moving to gently cup Emilia's cheeks, her thumbs brushing over her skin.

"I'd like that."

The smile that spread across Emilia's face was breathtaking. "Good. Because I'd really like to kiss you. A lot," She whispered. 

Y/N laughed. “I think that can be arranged.” 

She leaned in, capturing Emilia's lips once more. This time, the kiss was deeper and more passionate. Y/N's fingers tangled in Emilia's hair, drawing her closer as Emilia's hands trailed down her back, tugging her against her body. 

"Hey where did—oh! " Tom's voice startled them, and they broke apart. He stood at the door, his cheeks reddening. "Shit, sorry guys, didn't mean to interrupt," he said, holding up his hands in apology.

"Interrupt what?" Annie said, pushing past him, "Oooh did you two finally kiss?!"

"Oh my god," Emilia groaned, dropping her forehead to Y/N's shoulder in embarrassment.

Y/N chuckled, her arms tightening around Emilia's waist as she rested her chin on her head. "Maybe."

"Yay!" Annie squealed, clapping her hands in delight.

Tom rolled his eyes, "Alright, come on, leave them alone."

Annie ignored him, "Can I take a picture? This is so cute."

Emilia lifted her head from Y/N's shoulder, her cheeks still flushed pink. She glanced at Y/N, and when Y/N gave a small nod, Emilia grinned, "Yeah, go ahead." 

Annie squealed again, practically bouncing with excitement as she pulled out her phone and snapped a photo. Tom shook his head, but his smile was warm as he glanced at Y/N and Emilia. 

"Trust me you'll both love having this moment documented for your future wedding," Annie said with a cheeky grin. Y/N immediately blushed, and Emilia's eyes widened in surprise, her face flushing an even deeper shade of pink.

"Annie! " Tom said, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her back inside, "Leave them alone." 

"Bye, girls! You're adorable together!" Annie called out over her shoulder.

Once they were gone, Y/N let out a long exhale, her cheeks burning. Emilia was blushing furiously as well, but there was a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. 

“You know,” Y/N said, her voice soft, “this isn’t exactly how I imagined my night going.”

Emilia looked up at her, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Better or worse?”

“Definitely better.”

“Good answer,” Emilia murmured, stepping closer, her arms wrapping around Y/N’s neck, “Now, where were we?” 

[analyzingtaylor]

A few years ago (on thanksgiving no less) my cousin was drunk and told me there are 3 types of attractive a girl can be: cute (charming, new disney cartoon), pretty (whimsical, beautifully crafted features), and hot (sexy, bad bitch aura). This fascinated me. In some sort of words he also said the separation between the three is the “intangibles” the girl has like what they wear, how they style their hair, the cadence of their voice, how they walk, etc. (notice how these are all things that could change). Explicitly said Emilia Clarke is cute, Taylor Swift is pretty, ScarJo is hot. (this was a while ago lmao). Even though that’s such a fucking weird and misogynistic thing to say out loud, I see what he means (and it dramatically altered me). Taylor’s distinct branding as the girl next door keeps her from being “hot,” but her girl boss capabilities and influence keep her from “cute.”

Is that comment really misogynistic? If the conversation was about physical attractiveness, everything is in context.

I’m going to just assume that he brought it up kinda randomly or flippantly and yes that would be misogynistic or something.

In my opinion, Taylor has access to every level of attractiveness now. It took some time. She knows how to go between.

[definitelyanearthperson]

Secret invasion(2023) makes no sense (a review/my thoughts on the show, presented with memes)

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Just finished the whole show in one sitting, after watching the first episode and seeing Maria died at the end I kinda lost all interest ngl, but I do care about The Marvels so, you gotta do what you gotta do *shrugs*

Anyway, here are some thoughts on the show presented with memes to make things less boring

First, let’s get one thing clear:

The girls when Maria Hill died for nothing:

Don’t think I needed to explain this one, rip Maria

Look if they are trying to set up The Marvels with secret invasion than why the fuck did they sent fury back down to earth in the beginning just so they sent him back up at the end???

What’s even is the point of sending Fury down at the first place smh

Fury @ the skrulls

It bothers me that Fury knows he couldn’t find a new home for the skrulls all these years ago and just decided to not tell them? What’s worse is that he got mad at Talos when he told him he called all the skrull refugees to earth because Fury was absent.

Like man make a deal with the skrulls, used them to do his bidding, finds out he can NOT find them a new home, and just did nothing about it??

This is either bad writing from the writers or Fury is just the worse person ever

My reaction to Fury leaving Talos’s body on the fucking ground:

Pretty self explanatory, I understand his death is (sort of) necessary to the story, Talos was trying to show humanity who the skrulls are in hopes of gaining trust and empathy from them( I guess, we don’t really get enough of the skulls to tell us what the fuck they do)

Again, seeing Fury saving the president first then promise to come back to get Talos, resulting in him getting stab by Gravik, all while showing little to no reaction to his death after?!

Aren’t you guys bff for years???

Like I get it, Fury is the super spy that must focus on the big picture and deal with his personal emotions later, but we get literally no reaction about it other then one conversation with G’iah and even then, she’s the one who asked to have her father’s body back so that she could bury him.

(Maybe I don’t understand Fury’s character idk)

Now enough about the rant, tl;dr in terms of plot, they have no plot, things don’t make sense character wise( or I just don’t understand these characters), I have no fucking idea what even is the theme of this show, yeah it’s just all over the place

So let’s talk about the positives :

Emilia Clarke, exists :

Me:

Tbh is not just her, Olivia Colman and Charlayne Woodard both did a good job of portraying their characters.

Sonya is a scary fella who give no fucks and Varra/ Priscilla shows us the human side of the skrulls/ Fury( still absolutely hated that scene when Varra asked Fury “would you have loved me if I’d never changed” then Fury had the balls to say “guess we never know”???)

Also the fight scenes are alright and I like the final stand off between Gravik and Fury (G’iah in disguise ) NOT the fight scene,the scene where Gravik was calling out Fury, loved the intensity and energy of that scene, it shows how angry Gravik is towards Fury(rightly so) and explains why Gravik did what he felt like he needed to do.

Anddd yeah that’s it idk what more to say, still excited about The Marvels tho

[labellerose-acheron]

NAME: Belle Rose Acheron FC: Emilia Clarke AGE: 45 MAGIC STATUS: Mundus OCCUPATION: Barrister, owner of Acheron Law Firm CURRENT LOCATION: Swynlake, England RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Married to Hades Acheron and Toulouse Henri Bonfamille CHILDREN: Opal Grace Acheron, Aidan Alexander Acheron, Bellamy Henri Acheron, and Salome Madeline Acheron-Bonfamille

BIOGRAPHY:

FOR BELLE ACHERON: THE FIGHT FOR EQUALITY HAS ALWAYS BEEN PERSONAL

Excerpt from an article run in the Guardian 2038

cw -- mention of eugenics

Belle Acheron is a busy woman. When we meet, she runs ten minutes late, but I can't find myself caring that much once she arrives. She is a tour de force--speaking in a factual, clipped manner throughout our interview, which may come off as cold or rude, but it is clear she is passionate about what she is talking about. Her answers are to the point and she rarely indulges in soliloquy, except for when I ask her why this fight. Why now. And why does she, as a Mundus, feel like she has a stake in this issue.

"I recognize that I am, in fact, a Mundus, but from the very start of my career I have endeavored to uplift Magicks as much as I possibly can. My firm started as a place to support Magicks but is now a partnered firm with several Magicks. I am just one voice among many, but I have plenty of reasons to fight."

She's right about that. Mrs. Acheron has an unconventional family. Not only does she have two partners: Hades Acheron and Toulouse Bonfamille, but both are ostracized Magicks who have been affected by the exact laws that Mrs. Acheron is fighting to over turn. Mr. Acheron is both a medium and pyrokinetic. Mr. Bonfamille is a werewolf. Three of her four children are also Magicks: two mediums and a werewolf.

Her daughter, in fact, was the first known case of artificial insemination of a Mundus egg and werewolf sperm, with a werewolf surrogate, which means that her daughter is biologically hers, but also a werewolf like her biological father.

Since Salome Acheron Bonfamille's birth in 2024, there have been several more successful conceptions. The situation caused a scandal, with multiple articles both published in scientific journals and other publications on whether or not it was ethically responsible to consciously choose to have a child that would be marked as a werewolf.

"Fascist, eugenic whistleblowing," Belle says flippantly when this is brought up in our conversation. "There are plenty of werewolves who conceive werewolf children naturally. My daughter wasn't born cursed, she was simply born."

It is hard to argue with Mrs. Acheron's logic or her impressive resume. Her cases that she's won have far outweighed her loses. From murder trials to anti-Magick discrimination, anti-Magick medical malpractice and even Family Law disputes, Mrs. Acheron has seen it all. She is a formidable opponent and her sights have been set on the laws surrounding Magicks in the medical field for a long time.

"When my partner was attacked and first bitten, he was immediately forcibly withdrawn from his medical program at Pride University. A ridiculous, cruel punishment for something that had no effect on Toulouse's ability to perform as a medical professional."

It has been a long road, but Mrs. Acheron--along with the multiple people that have rallied around the cause and been fighting for the rights of Magicks for years--have finally made progress. Parliament is poised to sign a new law allowing Magicks to practice medicine and become officers of law next month.

Even still, Mrs. Acheron barely even seems to notice. She's already talking about her next plan of attack.

"I want to remove any barrier that keeps Magicks from being full, respected members of our global community. This battle has been won and that's something to be celebrated, but the war is far from over."

It is fair to say that Magick Rights will continue to improve as long as Belle Acheron is one of its generals.

[average-guy-reviews]

Love Again (2023)

"Mira Ray, who is struggling to cope with the death of her fiancé, unintentionally sends a sequence of romantic messages to his old cell phone number, which has been reassigned to Rob Burns' new work phone. As a journalist, Rob is drawn to the candidness in Mira's beautifully written texts. When he is tasked with writing a feature about the famous singer Celine Dion, he seeks her assistance in finding a way to meet Mira in real life and ultimately win her affection"

It was obvious from the trailers, and all the posters, etc. what this film was going to be. And, after watching, it was everything I expected it to be.

Romantic dramas tend to have a formula they follow, and this was no different. Two people who have never met each other find themselves intertwined through a twist of fate. They start seeing each other and then, after a slice of adversity, they separate. Eventually, after soul searching and promises, they wind up together. If you've ever seen a by the numbers romantic drama you'll know exactly what I mean and how this film went.

That's not to say that this is a bad film, or even that the genre itself is no good. It simply means that it's a story with an outcome you know, and a predictability level off the scales. It just doesn't do anything to make itself stand out from the thousands of its brothers and sisters that have come before it. Except for one thing....

If you've seen the trailers you'll know that Mira, played Priyanka Chopra, is sending messages to her deceased boyfriend as a way to still connect him. Rob Burns, played Sam Heughan, is the guy who now has the number she is sending these messages to. He starts to believe he has feelings for her the more he reads, up to the point he wants to find her and meet her. This is, for me, where the main issue I have with this film begins. The way he decides to meet her is to stalk her favourite opera every night until he runs into her and can start a conversation. That's not right, and all the way through I couldn't get over the creepy nature of this beginning.

Heughan and Chopra both put in decent performances, but they are constrained by the tropes of the story and the genre. That makes it difficult to put in a truly heartfelt performance, and it definitely hamstrung them as actors. Again, that's not to say they were bad. They absolutely weren't, but yet again the roles and performances just don't stand out above the pack. They weren't bad. They just weren't special.

The director and writer, James C. Strouse, has done a decent job with the locations and sets. The film looks gorgeous at times, and the choices made by the director cinematographically are spot on. He hits all the points you'd expect as well story-wise. These include the "unexpected" crossovers where they don't 'see' each other as well as several other. To be fair he does do those pretty well, but honestly you could have a romdram bingo card and get a full house really easily.

It does have a pretty decent soundtrack. This becomes even better of you're a Celine Dion fan. Celine does, of course, have a role in the movie as a very slightly dramatised version of herself. Though I suspect that she was actually fully.just being herself.

Overall, it's not a bad film. It's just nothing outstanding or special. It's certainly not a film I'll be adding to my regular rewatch pile, if I ever watch it again. If I was going to put it up against a romdram I thoroughly enjoyed, that did do something different, and that I have watched several times, it would be Last Christmas starring Emilia Clarke. That's how you do a romantic drama. It's getting a 5.5/10, because it's not bad, but it's barely above the median. If you love romantic dramas you might absolutely love this, and I honestly hope you do.

[dobrev-xoxo]

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[the-party-bus]

Sansa Stark: one of the best survival-to-strength stories for six seasons, riddled with moral decisions, drastic mistakes, incredible suffering, and unbelievable accomplishment.

Cersei Lannister: one of the few incredibly complex and nuanced villains for six seasons, with both sympathetic and deplorable traits working towards a realistic goal through insane methods.

Daenerys Targaryen: a classic drama hero for six seasons, faced with impossible odds and constant attack, portrayed as an empowering symbol of rebirth by the narrative and bringing forth hope in the form of fire made flesh.

Margaery Tyrell: one of the smartest, sharpest, most interesting, damn well-dressed characters in the series for six seasons, without ever needing a battle scene to prove her skill as a player in the game, a true vixen with both good and bad in her.

Arya Stark: the best, all seasons.

The Actresses of GoT: solid gold, great colleagues, all friends.