“Hail Holy Queen, Mother of Mercy.”
Carven F/W 2012 (details)
The Mists of Avalon (2001) Morganie by Julianna Margulies
Merlin (2008) Morgana by Katie McGrath
Camelot (2011) Morgan by Eva Green
I’m a little more than a third of the way through the book, and Morgause and Morgaine are my faves. I identify the most with Morgaine, but Morgause is the badass to watch and the character whose narration I like the most. (She’s also the character closest to the archetype of the ambitious and calculating woman fit to scheme with ~The Men~ in modern fiction (‘sup, Cersei, although imho MZB does a good job humanizing Morgause and making her more likable than Cersei); Her and Gwenhwyfar both, for different reasons.)
I like Viviane too, and wish she didn’t have to suffer as much as she does. A lot of the suffering could be considered deserved because, lol, she’s ruined a lot of people’s lives, but she can’t help that she’s the ~Goddess’s Will on Earth~ and these things had to happen to serve the greater good and ;-; (My Viviane feelings. Let me show you them.)
….Actually I like Igraine, too. In a way, she’s probably one of the luckiest characters in the story because she, despite being given into a shitty marriage by her sister, ended up being able to love and live in relative peace for a little while. Plus, her feelings getting the better of her is maybe my favorite part of the book. A lot of the entire first half of the story was her going “F U, Viviane, I’m not going to give birth to the future King just because you want me to. I WILL TURN THIS CASTLE AROUND.” to “Uther’s hot and we’re destined to be together. Maybe this isn’t so bad.”
And meanwhile Viviane ends up more and more justified in acting like the grand chessmistress that she is, even while people keep saying “f u viviane, you can’t use people like this!” And then later everyone realizes that, despite all their efforts, Viviane’s plans ended up unfolding anyway, and so the cycle goes on and on.
In which Morgana revealed her powers way too early and thanks to Gaius, ended up growing behind the Avalon mists. Now, fully grown into a priestess of the Goddess, she sometimes wanders over the other side of the mists (using her pet deer as her own eyes) without anyone noticing until one day, a clumsy manservant spots her past the mists and grows quite besotted with her.
ain’t no bodily reaction like an anxiety-related reaction
…’cuz an anxiety one keeps you up all night and tensed and ready to escape from tigers that don’t exist
Tara does a great deal of work to stay still, and strong, and hold up those around her. She withstands assaults from within and from without. Tara is the earth. Tara is structure. (x)
I decided not to label this drawing because my conflicting self-images are unhealthy enough. Am I disgusting? Am I fabulous? I don’t even know anymore.
brittwilson for president