#i mayhaps did cry a little watching this ep and also thinking about this

[badbookkeeping]

dont mind me im just feeling sooo emotional thinking about the people who loved joe having to process his death and the grief theyve felt over these two years, and the fact that joe is back with them but cant say anything about it and so they have to miss each other even when theyre together

[dulcewrites]

omg that failed successfully kidnapping of myrah fic would be so funny to read 😭 myrahs failure of being a good captive vs aemond being a manic psycho husband would be great omg PLS if u have time write it!! if not just a crumb ,, mayhaps a speck

I imagine this taking place around Baelor’s second maybe third name day. A hunt happens sort of similar to ep 3 of hotd. There are couple of ways I imagine her being taken but this is one. This is little sections: How she gets taken, Aemond’s response, her annoying the shit out of them/them being incompetent lmao

Eyes Peeled

In way, this could techincally be Myrah’s fault.

Amal tells the story to this day. Myrah was ‘a runner’. As a young girl, if she saw something she liked or was bored of her situation, she simply left. It scared her parents to no end, but it was something they were sure she would grow out of the older she got.

The more aware of her surroundings… well the more she should’ve became more aware of them.

Otto advised them not to do the hunt. Claiming it would be a bad time to not only be out in the woods, but also showing the wealth of House Targaryen in the process. But Jeyne Arryn, despite making her support of Rhaenyra’s claim clear at the Great Council, was to attend. A show of support for another child of the Vale of Arryn being born.

Aemond had scoffed at the letter. Muttering something about Baelor being used for politicking.

Myrah was just surprised by the seemingly warm welcome knowing how the last two marriages that connected House Targaryen and Vale went. And with the fanfaire that came with being a Targaryen, it was important to her that pieces of how she grew up was also instilled in their children.

They will be of the mountains and lakes as much as they will be hot blooded, dragon riders.

She had felt sick all morning. It was only compounded by how claustrophobic she felt. Despite the sprawling tented area where they set up, the amount of people around made Myrah unusually antsy. Like she wanted to bolt at the drop of a hat.

Baelor squirmed in her arms, grabbing her cheeks between his little hands. Big eyes staring at her in amusement. Myrah can’t believe she gave birth to something so perfect.

….Then he proceeds to try and grab sapphire hairnet intertwined with her coils.

“Alright, let not do that to mama,” she whispers before putting on a shocked face. “Why don’t we go pull your father’s hair. Yes, let’s do that.”

Aemond was over by Otto and a few other members of Aegon’s council. With Baelor on her hip, Myrah puts a gently brushes against Aemond. Relief flooding his face at the thought of being excused from what she assumes was a boring conversation.

“Your son needs something to play with,” she hands Baelor over with a smile. His tiny hands instantly going to play with the ends of Aemond’s hair.

“I think his cousin has their toys.”

Myrah used the free hands as excuse to leave the tent. “I think there is wine outside.”

She will take in the sights since it is clear Aemond has no interest in it. Staying in the tent content to be around others he knows.

The spectacle that follows the family is something she must get used to.

It did not take long for Myrah to find what she was looking for. A spread of food and wine near the woodsy area where the hunt will take place. People watching was an activity she always loved. With new fresh air, she was able to breath and take in the array of people in the distance.

Before she can put the goblet to her lips, a voice startles her.

She notices flaming red hair and a beard to match before she even hears his voice.

“Quite the showing,” his voice is gruff.

She just nods, that same weird feeling she had all day seeping in. It is not she can explain but before her feet can carry away away to safety, everything goes black

It takes little time before Baelor begins to fuss again. The whining turns into whimpering which turns into full blown crying. A cry for his mother, Aemond is sure. Baelor always became restless if his mother is not in eyesight.

Aemond understood on two different levels. Alicent often regales stories of how connected the two them were when he was a boy.

He too becomes fussy when Myrah is not around.

“She has two big babies to look after,” Aegon muttered one day.

So, when Myrah does not come back from getting the wine she wants. Aemond’s face begins to match his son’s. Distress written all over it.

He sends one of the guards in the tent out to find her. But the gaurd come back a bit pale, and instead of going to Aemond, he beelines to Otto. His grandsire’s back stiffens a bit before going over to Aegon, who sat in a festive, elevated throne. Cup in hand, and crown cocked to the side. The jovialness wiped from his face and replaced with confusion when his hand begins to whisper in his ear.

By this time, Baelor’s face is hot as he buried it in father’s neck. Aegon walks over fake smile on his face.

“Why don’t you give him to one of the nurses,” Aegon suggestion lowly.

Aemond only holds Baelor tighter. “Why? What’s going on?”

Aegon cringes, before motioning towards the guards behind Aemond to leave the tent. “Umm well,” he twists his rings on his fingers nervously before whispering. “I just think he should not be in your arms when I tell you this.”

“Aegon, what the fuck is going on?”

Aegon swallows. “Myrah has seem to be… misplaced.”

Misplaced. As if his dear wife is a hairbrush or a sock.

He gently sets Baelor on the ground. Blinking because he must have misheard that. “What?”

“I’m sure she’s just… around the woods. We will find her,” Aegon reassures. But Aemond feels the blood rushing from his head to his feet. The nurse Aegon called comes over to get Baelor from holding his dad’s legs.

“I - I need Vhagar,” he stutters out.

“No, I don’t think we need to disturb her, do we?”

Aegon knows how this will go. Aemond gets worked up, and Vhagar will follow suit. And before they all know it the forest around them will surely be burned to the ground. Gods forbid, any other place. A hand comes to Aegon’s throat. Criston, who was right behind Aegon, hands itch to grab his sword.

Aegon waves him off when Aemond’s squeezes a bit. They’ve always been ones to take their aggression out on each other; brotherly love and all of that.

“My wife is missing, and you’re tell me no?”

Well, when he puts it like that, and air stops flowing to his brain, who is Aegon to refuse.

The sack is pulled from Myrah’s head, and her eyes squint as they readjust to the setting sun’s light.

She doesn’t recognize her surroundings, she barely did at the hunt inself. All she sees in the cave she in and body of water in front of her. She tries to move but realizes her wrist and ankles are bound.

“You were supposed try and grab the Queen Mother you imbecile. Or the Hand.”

She cranes her neck to see two figures standing by the trees. Myrah had not noticed how cartoonishly tall the red head was till he was being berated by a tiny blonde man.

“What value is she?”

Well then.

So, Myrah wasn’t the queen at one point, and she doesn’t advise the king. She’s still married to a prince and gave birth to another one. That counts for something. She would make an excellent captive.

“And gods forbid that psycho husband of hers comes looking.”

“Hey!”

As soon as she says it, she cringes. Both men snap their heads towards her. They both come over to leer over her.

“Shut it girl.”

“Make me,” she shoots back. Aemond would tell her not to push her luck. That being belligerent will not help.

“Gag her, Percy,” the short blonde looks up at his accomplice. The redhead pats his breeches, then gives a sheepish look.

“I don’t have it on me.”

Leave to Myrah to be taken by the dumbest men in the Seven Kingdoms.

“Look, if you guys let me go now, I’ll make sure nothing happens to you,” she nods. “No harm will be done to you, if no harm is done to me.”

The blonde lets out a squeak of a laugh. “You don’t make the rules here.”

Myrah shrugs. “Fine then, I will just wait for my psycho husband to come on dragon-back while you two figure out what the plan is.”

Percy and the other one share a concerned look.

“Galahad, do you think he will actually come with a dragon,” Percy, despite his height, seems to cower at the thought. Both of them eye Myrah to see if she’s bluffing.

“We have his wife, you fool,” Percy hisses. “What do you think?”

Percy storms off, hands on his hips, looking out at the lake to think.

“You shouldn’t let him speak to you like that,” Myrah fakes concern. Percy mouth down turns in a frown. “I imagine he won’t be too happy if things go side ways. And you will be to blame.” He gives Myrah a sad look before scurrying away to speak with the clear brains of the operation. Though considering the empty, open area they are at, that is not saying much in Myrah’s head.

Aemond is not crazy, never that. But one thing Myrah knows is that Aemond is diligent, almost paranoid, in the way he handles his family. With her, Baelor, his sibling, or mother.

He will be no different now.

[ambitionsource]

S1 Rewatch: Lena’s Take [1.05]

better late than never, i say!

favourite scene: i think it might be the fight scene— or really, ANY scene revolving around lucas and isadora’s friendship— i love the terrible chaos of the fight scene and the way it shows both the absolute extremes lucas will go to for the people he cares about (especially isa), and the way he goes way too far way too easily in regards to his aggression. it also gave us softer moments of farkle and maya— both trying to stop the gossip in their own ways, and dylan and asher rushing in to help lucas at all costs, not thinking about the BLOODBATH they’re entering. it’s a very human scene for all of our characters and they respond in basic, instinctive ways that are very telling to how they deal with conflict— whether it’s impersonal or very personal. also, reading about wyatt getting the shit beat out of him is really satisfying, especially knowing things about him now from later in the season.

favourite performance: not to have my inner charlie stan jump out like it always does anytime he gets a second of screen time but like, dirty little secret, obviously. OBVIOUSLY, we’ve met me, people, you get it. aside from my love for pop punk left over from all the way back in seventh grade, this is really charlie’s struggle and storyline wrapped up into a classic all american rejects song and we all know charlie and his storyline are maybe (read: definitely) my favourite part of this show. charlie’s trying to grasp onto his secret, but at the same time, he’s pushing it SO far away. he knows what it is, but at the same time he doesn’t, not really. he refuses to comprehend it and DEFINITELY refuses to project it in any way at all. he’s a closeted kid so terrified of opening the doors and stepping out, that he’s not even sure if he’s in a closet at all, or if he just got lost in another room. at least, that’s what he’s trying to convince himself. ALSO may i say i imagine this number to have a sort of quick slow-mo shot of zay, discreet but non discreet, and then charlie forcibly spinning around to look ANYWHERE else— maybe at riley, albeit unenthusiastically. he dances with a number of girls, but pulls away relatively soon with each— nothing feels right.

favourite character this ep: isadora, probably, or charlie (wbk). we watch isadora struggle to deal with the fallout of her biggest secret being exposed, and we see a lot more of her character and elaborated on and revealed this episode. it’s good to actually dive into her autism in a respectful and real way, and it’s really good to see her still stand defiant at the end of the episode, with the “fuck off” to aaa confessions and really, the school. isa consistently and inevitably rises above the drama in a way that not a lot of other aaa students do, and it’s always refreshing to watch her be a POWERFUL ICON.

favourite line: “unclench, yogles, and scram.” thank you maya, that was beautiful.

an underrated moment: maya trying to calm isa down and take care of her is just. WONDERFUL. we’ve seen a bit of softness and kindness from maya thus far, but basically only to her own mother, probably because maya knows aaa is a bloodthirsty shark tank and she needs to always be baring her teeth in order to be able to claw her way to the top. but isa needs help, and maya provides it the best she can, letting her guard down and being gentle, genuinely caring for isa. it’s a nice character moment for maya that provides a but more insight— she’s not just a mean diva, she knows perfectly well how to be kind and soft to those she can be vulnerable around, and to those who need her.

something i missed the first time around: dave implying that aaa confessions’ posts suggest “an opposing narrative”, aka that aaa confessions’ posts imply that charlie is not straight. i knew that the post about him and zay being close from 1.03 freaked him out, but i never really realized they were actually IMPLYING he wasn’t straight— you know, the thing he’s most afraid of people finding out about it? and to me it makes what he does in this series to avoid zay and u know what to aaa confessions make even more sense. like i already knew why he did it but now i understand his desperation.

first impression vs your reread impression: i just realized how short this episode is.... or at least seems.... and as always, was able to enjoy it even more, knowing where these plot threads pick up and lead to.. (valerie and isa’s building mother daughter relationship, zc, lucas’s anger at the end of the season) and the drama turns up to an eleven, really raising the emotional bar from where it was before. we’re getting into it, and it is INTENSE. too late to back out now. enjoyed it tons as always!

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lena i LOVE reading your rewatch thoughts. truly!!!!!! the way you talk about charlie.... no i’m not crying............ i swear im not i swear im fine,,,,,, and you always highlight some great moments that im glad are being appreciated. i ADORE your thoughts on dirty little secret and the way you visualize it, like yes yes yes -- builds well on what i threw out there as what i would’ve added to the description of it -- and just.... your appreciation for him shines, which makes ME emotional bc he deserves it. and the way you described everyone’s reactions during the fight scene as instinctive and human... ugh i love that. and completely 100% agree. could go dissertation on this.... might have to... mayhaps... but ugh love love love

yeah, it is one of the shortest eps in the season (which is weird, as i dissected in my rewatch), but i guess we should enjoy it bc by the time we get into the second half they just keep growing longer and longer fDJSKGLSG. i really cannot emphasize enough how much i love you participating and what it means to the team :’) <3 thank you!!!