“The consensual part of it was that she wraps her legs around him, and she’s holding on to the table, clearly not to escape but to get some grounding in what’s going on.”—
Alex Graves, or LITERALLY WORD FOR WORD SOMETHING THAT AN ACTUAL RAPIST HAS SAID AND WOULD SAY BECAUSE THIS IS THE DEFINITION OF RAPE CULTURE, THIS MALE GAZE BULLSHIT THAT SAYS “I KNOW WHAT CONSENT MEANS BECAUSE I HAVE THE POWER TO DECIDE.” ALEX GRAVES HAD CONTROL OVER THIS SCENE AND BECAUSE HE SAID CERSEI SAYING NO AND LOOKING TERRIFIED IS CONSENT, IT OBVIOUSLY IS, RIGHT??? BECAUSE HE HAS THE CONTROL THAT CERSEI OR LENA OR ANY OTHER WOMAN DOESN’T, IT’S ONLY HIS VIEW THAT COUNTS, AND THE AUDIENCE AS A WHOLE BETTER LEARN TO LIVE WITH THAT BECAUSE THIS IS HBO AFTER ALL THIS IS SHOCK VALUE CENTRAL. WHO CARES THAT THE CLEAR CUT DEFINITION OF RAPE IS WHEN A PERSON SAYS NO, BECAUSE ALEX GRAVES AND THE WHOLE PATRIARCHAL STRUCTURE THAT COMES WITH HIM SAYS THAT SHE ACTUALLY WANTS IT, NO MATTER WHAT SHE SAYS. IT DOESN’T MATTER THAT PEOPLE LIKE HIM ARE USING DISTORTED AND INCORRECT VIEWS OF CONSENT, COUPLED WITH THE LANGUAGE OF OPPRESSION IN ORDER TO DISCOUNT VIEWERS REACTIONS AND ACTUAL LIVED EXPERIENCE IN THE FACE OF TRIGGERING FOOTAGE. ALL THAT MATTERS IS THAT IT GETS RATINGS RIGHT?? FUCK THIS MAN. FUCK THIS FUCK THIS FUCK THIS FUCK THIS FUCK THIS (via jaimelannister)
i hope ppl will start watching the show online only so that the ratings get real low & hbo stops hiring this sick asshole as director
When Hades decided he loved this girl
he built for her a duplicate of earth,
everything the same, down to the meadow,
but with a bed added.
Everything the same, including sunlight,
because it would be hard on a young girl
to go so quickly from bright light to utter darkness
Gradually, he thought, he’d introduce the night,
first as the shadows of fluttering leaves.
Then moon, then stars. Then no moon, no stars.
Let Persephone get used to it slowly.
In the end, he thought, she’d find it comforting.
A replica of earth
except there was love here.
Doesn’t everyone want love?
He waited many years,
building a world, watching
Persephone in the meadow.
Persephone, a smeller, a taster.
If you have one appetite, he thought,
you have them all.
Doesn’t everyone want to feel in the night
the beloved body, compass, polestar,
to hear the quiet breathing that says
I am alive, that means also
you are alive, because you hear me,
you are here with me. And when one turns,
the other turns—
That’s what he felt, the lord of darkness,
looking at the world he had
constructed for Persephone. It never crossed his mind
that there’d be no more smelling here,
certainly no more eating.
Guilt? Terror? The fear of love?
These things he couldn’t imagine;
no lover ever imagines them.
He dreams, he wonders what to call this place.
First he thinks: The New Hell. Then: The Garden.
In the end, he decides to name it
A soft light rising above the level meadow,
behind the bed. He takes her in his arms.
He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you
but he thinks
this is a lie, so he says in the end
you’re dead, nothing can hurt you
which seems to him
a more promising beginning, more true.
”—"A Myth of Devotion," Louise Glück (via commovente)
“Stop saying it’s okay when your soul’s bleeding. Stop trying to dodge knives that always end up in the depths of your heart. Stop looking to the ceiling hoping that tears won’t overflow. Stop taking people’s shit. Walk away. Fuck them all.”—Self advice, E.B. (via cultivate-solitude)
“Souls resemble other souls, and those that resemble each other are in harmony, that is why people are attracted towards those they resemble.”—Imam Ali (as) - Bihar al Anwar, v.78, p. 92, no. 100 (via)