#this has absolutely no bearing whatsoever on the plot btw

[hopetorun]

i cannot put all my thoughts about puck and prejudice here on the lack of reading comprehension website but i simply will never recover from this career trajectory. imagine being a umich commit and the coaches are like hey guess what we got a new goalie! it’s his first season playing goalie! i would bluescreen

[lady-corrine]

What are your thoughts on Rhaewin and Laemon? Do you think Rhaenyra really loved Harwin and that he is her soulmate? Same with Laemon?

I couldn't care any less about Rhaewin & Laemon. Never will, never did. They are two boring, completely uninteresting ships that have no relevance whatsoever.

But for the sake of your questions *sighs*:

"Do you think Rhaenyra really loved Harwin and that he is her soulmate?"

Rhaenyra got with Harwin in Daemon's absence, after Daemon asked to marry her and was exiled. She was also married against her will with her husband, who was a gay man. She found a lover that was in love with her, that desired her, that loved her. And good for her for not living like a nun as her antis want! I have no doubt that she cared for Harwin, but calling him her soulmate is nothing short of ridiculous, considering this man has absolutely no character traits, and Rhaenyra marries Daemon, the man who more than probably killed Harwin, almost instantly.

(If you also do a little math, you also can realize that baby Aegon was conceived while Harwin was still alive, btw)

As for Daemon and Laena: Daemon asked to marry Rhaenyra after months of courtship and was exiled under penalty of death. Years later, he had no money and no allies. Bear in mind that the moment Rhea dies he tries to lay claim on her incomes. That failes, of course, and what does Daemon do the very second that happens? Marries the daughter of the richest man in Westeros, who just so happens to be Rhaenyra's sister in law.

I said it before and I will say it again: Harwin and Laena were both canonically written as second choices that never would have happened if Rhaenyra and Daemon would have been allowed to marry from the beginning.

Harwin arrived at court with his sisters as the Hand's son and Rhaenyra took absolutely no interest in him while Daemon courted her. Daemon knew Corlys for years, ever since they fought together in the war, yet he took absolutely no interest in Laena and asked for Rhaenyra's hand to marry her.

The whole "Harwin and Laena were Rhaenyra's and Daemon's true loves/soulmates" is nothing else but headcanons that their stans made up because they hate daemyra as a ship. Mind you, Laena stans lead this campaign of "she is Daemon's true love" for literal years because they hate Rhaenyra and hate to see her being loved. So they take an irrelevant female character and self-insert as much as they can.

These couples' stans are people that try to seem intellectuals by taking a couple of sentences and inventing headcanons that are absolutely laughable. Then they threw a fit when Daemon and Rhaenyra were written as the main romance in the show with their own love theme, while the two plot devices received five seconds of screentime.

Rhaenyra and Daemon cared about them, certainly, but they were always each other's one true love and each other's first choice.

[heimishtheidealhusband]

We may just have a decoder ring for TFP

Okay. I'm writing this meta sitting on a plane having seen TFP exactly once (in English) and having done a quick Wikipedia refresher on The Importance of Being Earnest after not having read it for 10 years. I'm also typing this on my phone so don't expect formatting. We need to add the out of the blue conversation about Oscar Wilde into the pile of "something fucky" about this series. If you can, try to put aside your rage about invoking Oscar's ghost in this atrocity of an episode and bear with me. And if you're not in a place to entertain tin foil hat conspiracies, that is absolutely okay. Premise: My faith in Mark Gatiss is at about zero right now, but I'm still reluctant to believe that Mark would not only draw our attention to this play, by this man, in a show steeped in 1895, when there was absolutely no plot relevant reason to do so other than to get up the hopes of queer viewers and then brutally dash them. WHY, then. Why any of this. It could be brutally unnecessary queerbaiting. Or, alternatively: it could be something fucky. (If I'm wrong, then I'll be the first in line to drag him, btw.) If you're not familiar: Wilde was a famous queer dramatist in Victorian London, he was a contemporary and friend of ACD, he wrote awesome queer literature that was too obvious and he was arrested and imprisoned for it (in 1895) which caused his early death. Being Earnest, in particular, is famous for being one of the most blatantly, obviously queer coded works of the Victorian era. It's in part what got him arrested in the first place. I mean. There's a character named "bunbury" (just wait for it), and the phrase "Earnest" was itself a code word among the Victorian gay community used to identify one another. Now. Here's where the fucky part begins. Being Earnest was written in 1895, the same year Wilde was arrested for aggravated gayness. Drawing attention to this play in particular is now drawing another 1895 parallel in actual BBC Sherlock canon, for better or for worse. So we're to believe that for no reason whatsoever, when Sherlock and Mycroft are saying their goodbyes to each other thanks to that idiotic "patience grenade", that Sherlock finds it necessary to remind Mycroft that he played Lady Bracknell in Being Earnest and that he did a good job of it. Well that's weird. Until we look up the character synopsis of Lady Bracknell: "the perfect symbol of Victorian earnestness - the belief that style is more important than substance and that social and class barriers are to be enforced." SOMETHING'S FUCKY, SOMETHING'S MAJORLY FUCKY. This is a perfect summation of Mycroft's role in TAB. the perfect image of the establishment. The enemy that must be defeated. It's also the perfect description of this episode: style over substance, and that social and class barriers (heteronormativity) are to be enforced. Just for funsies, let's look up the character synopses for the two main characters of Being Earnest: John (Jack) Worthing: A young, eligible bachelor about town. His family pedigree is a mystery, but his seriousness and sincerity are evident. He proposes to the honorable Gwendolyn Fairfax, and despite leading a double life, eventually displays his conformity to the Victorian moral and cultural standards. (Holy shit, it's John.) Algernon Moncreiff: A languid poser of the leisure class, bored by conventions and looking for excitement. Algernon, unlike Jack, is not serious and generally out for his own gratification. Lady Bracknell is Algernon's aunt. (Holy shit, it's Sherlock, down to the funny name.) And just to round things out, who is Gwendolyn Fairfax, the woman John proposes to? She "believes style is important, not sincerity. She is submissive in public but rebels in private." This would fit with pre-redemption arc Mary. The plot of the play is that both Algernon and Jack lead a secret double life using the assumed name "Ernest". Algernon pretends to have an invalid friend named "bunbury" (ahem) out in the country who he needs to tend to, and uses this as an excuse to avoid social obligations. (This really has shades of sounding like the institutionalized Euros plot?) Jack, meanwhile, escapes his life of duty and responsibility in the countryside and becomes a libertine named Ernest when he goes to the city. (Oh hi, adventure craving John.) Farcical miscommunications happen, blah blah, the play ends with everyone officially named Ernest and everyone happily engaged to be married. Back to the question, WHY, WHY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WOULD THEY DO THIS? I think I may have an inkling. Being Earnest is known for two things: being suuuuper gay, and being trivial and farcical to the point that reviewers of the era were hesitant to even give it a shot. The queer coding implications of bringing this in are so obvious it goes without saying, so let's move on to the farce. Reviewer William Archer said that he enjoyed watching it but found it to be empty of meaning. "What can a poor critic do with a play that raises no principle, whether of art or morals, creates its own canons and conventions, and is nothing but an absolutely willful expression of an irrepressibly witty personality?" Others said "it is of nonsense all compact", and "the story is almost too preposterous" (to not be a soap opera). Are these critiques sounding familiar at all??? Long story short: IT'S A LITERAL FARCE. Lastly, let's not forget what quote Mycroft actually brings into it: "the pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple." The possible implications of that, I believe, go without saying. I don't want to get too far down into the meta rabbit hole because if I'm wrong it would be a waste of my time. But. SOMETHING IS EXTREMELY FUCKY HERE. If - IF, and I recognize it's a big if - there is a bigger plan here, our question is why do it this way, why bother with all this. I can think of two potentials: 1) If they're highlighting the environment that ACD Sherlock was written in to make a larger point about heteronormative culture, or 2) something went wrong at the BBC level and they're highlighting that we're still culturally stuck in the same era. Can we all just agree that there is a strong possibility this reference was written in for some sort of a purpose? Hopefully? Probably? There are too many parallels here and the signaling in the dialogue to this play was too out of place to just drop Wilde's name for the sake of it? And if they did it just to add to the queer subtext that they're not going to make use of, this is next level queerbaiting to the extent that I genuinely have a hard time believing Gatiss would allow this to happen? I'm hoping against hope? We know how important Wilde is to Mark as a gay man. If there's nothing more, then I'll come back to this topic in the future and pick it apart as free standing queer subtext. This just heightens the stakes of the "brilliance or dumpster fire" quandary we're staring down right now. If it were me writing Sherlock (and obviously it's not, and obviously I don't trust these guys right now): I would say that it would be a nice touch to update Wilde's version of being "Ernest" - having to take on an assumed name and a secret double life and hide your queerness under subtext - to the modern queer standard of just "Being Earnest". As in honest. True to one's self. Ernest to Earnest. It's fucky. It's just so fucky. What the fuck are they up to, guys.