Do You Think About The Aditha Karikalan And Nandini Confrontation Scene Often???

Do you think about the Aditha Karikalan and Nandini confrontation scene often???

Do you think about how Karikalan prolly died a blissful death knowing he was loved? Do you think he smiled to himself when Nandini let out her painful, agonizing scream as the dagger penetrated his flesh for he knew, at that moment, that she loved him still or that she'd never stopped loving him all this while? Oh and to die at her hands and embrace her; to have hers be the last eyes he sees knowing he's seen heaven in them and all its colours; to breathe his last against her skin; and have his heart slowing down against her violently beating one.

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In the future, children will think our ways are strange. "Why do old people always grow so much milkweed in their gardens?" they'll say. "Why do old people always write down when the first bees and butterflies show up? Why do old people hate lawn grass so much? Why do old people like to sit outside and watch bees?"

We will try to explain to them that when we were young, most people's yards were almost entirely short grass with barely any flowers at all, and it was so commonplace to spray poisons to kill insects and weeds that it was feared monarch butterflies and American bumblebees would soon go extinct. We will show them pictures of sidewalks, shops, and houses surrounded by empty grass without any flowers or vegetables and they will stare at them like we stared at pictures of grimy children working in coal mines

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You ever think of the satisfaction and fulfillment Rhaenys Targaryen must have felt to have died amidst fire and blood, in the service of the rightful heir - a Queen, a title she was denied.

I think of the adrenaline rush and the full force of that Targaryen blood beating against her nerves that she must have felt as she tightened her belt and accepted Meleys' fate as her own, her faithful dragon, her sister, her friend, and to have sworn to never abandon her.

To the Queen who should've been, a Targaryen, a dragonrider who chose to return to the battlefield despite the meagre chances of coming out alive and unscathed; such vigour, such brilliance of character, and such honor to go out on dragonback, to be slain in a war fighting, to go out smiling and revel in dying a warrior's death.

A martyr, and an absolute fucking Queen.

HAIL RHAENYS TARGARYEN.

i also keep thinking about that one scene where all of the nuns are kind of joking around and margaret's roommate makes like a sex joke at one of the older women and all of them are just ragging on each other and having a good time, in that one little moment. and how comfortable that made me feel with them. and how much the movie humanizes women at every turn, especially in places where they often don't feel particularly humanized (religious women, victims of sexual assault, etc), even when they end up being very terrible people. it's very casually done but i felt connected to it the entire time, whereas i think one of the things about possession/satanic/church horror that usually disinterests me is that usually nun characters feel very cardboard cutout (men - priests - etc are usually permitted to be more multifaceted and human but even then)