Mother of dragons

Hi there. If you've happened upon my blog, you're in for a real treat. Although I mainly blog about Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Supernatural, Game of Thrones, Attack on Titan/other anime and Sherlock, I also have a million other interests in which do happen to pop up on my blog. If you want to know more about me, click the about button. If not, then just enjoy my blog. But I must say, I am an absolutely lovely person ;] Thanks for visiting! -Actual Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, the Unburnt, of the Blood of Old Valyria, First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Queen of Meereen, Breaker of Chains, and Mother of Dragons. Kate

[a-khaleesi-not-a-queen]

Hey Fellow Marchers!

Hi! 

So I’m not the kind of blog to advertise products, but since there are so many marches occurring all over, I wanted to promote my amazing friend, Shelby, who is making pink pussy power hats!

You can choose either the standard pink hat or her rainbow version. She’s selling them for $15, and shipping is an added charge, depending on where you live. If you’re interested, you can email her at: 

[email protected]

Thanks! 

(Rainbow)

(Regular pink hats)

[a-khaleesi-not-a-queen]

Goldilock’s Paradox

Our childhood was filled with swing sets and broken bannisters, memories made of cement and sidewalk seams. Broken bones in sepia tones conversed with bruises and scrapes to match the tear-stained faces in weathered glass windows.

The free spirit facade of childhood hides the conventionality of the women we’d become, just years down the line. Social obligations and forced conversations replaced chalk drawn hands and linen closet hide-and-seek.

The savory sweet taste of gratitude felt palpable, like strawberry frosted donuts on a Saturday morning. Tea candles and home cooked meals mean something different than they did, twenty one years ago.

What if we could set the clocks back, an hour, or two, to remind ourselves why we do this and who we do this for? We stumble through life like secondary characters in a Jane Austen novel, while the Waldorf’s of the world buy their way to autocracy.

Remember that time when sunlight streamed through tangled blonde curls and perfectly wrinkled sundresses? It was a moment in life where trust was assumed, but now trust is a luxury only the deities deserve.

Our childhood was too focused, too lax, our lives as adults are too fragile and built on baby booming mentality. A time too insignificant and a time too complex. When would we solve the equation, where equilibrium finds home on the curve?

The principle of life tells us that there is a moment, between a childhood too pure and an adulthood too sanguine, when an infantile euphoria erupts into perfect harmony of fixed revelation; a moment that is just right.

It is a lie.

[fortuneredding]

✊🏻✊🏼✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿

[pr1nceshawn]

Life With Cats.

[audreysparkle]

Adorable little assholes

[alphaflyer]

This puts absolutely nothing into perspective, but that’s not a Bad Thing.

[a-khaleesi-not-a-queen]

Long Car Rides

Other people: uh so boring

Me, a maladaptive daydreamer: oh this is a blessing let me just listen to music and stare at my window while my mind slips away into my alternate reality

[tokijin-deactivated20170926]

*watches shows while eating crunchy snacks* i cant hear shit

[alexdanversthighholster]

source: https://twitter.com/SuperGirlTheCW/status/823977428808847361

[dreamadove]

I want to be politically informed and educated but I also wanna have a good day and be in a good mood. Do you see my problem?

[welched]

Florence Welch performing at Coachella, 2015.

[coach-taylor]

[pedrospascaled]

This woman is gold lol

[noonelikesaquaman-deactivated20]

Kawaii Hogwarts crests!! Because it seemed like a good idea at the time :3 also I will now only refer to snakes as DANGER NOODLES!!

[animations-daily]

Well, am I a cop? No, no, I am not.

[a-khaleesi-not-a-queen]

Meliorism in the Making

Our nation is far from perfect. Diversity dissipates and corruption corrodes the steal framework of America with each punctuated official named to office.

Salacious men and grizzly women line the wings of the ostentatious peacock who runs our country, spreading his tacky feathers with unpresidented pride.

While former leaders packed away their breakables in a mahogany case, gleaming in the Oval Office, Trump contemptuously displays a dilapidated china cabinet brimming with paper plates.

Like bees, women are facing extinction, desperately clawing their way up from the grave that has already been exhumed. The gravediggers in wanton suits pause, shovels in grimy palms, to bury the pastoral hive.

Down the road, a carnal man waits. A chisel in hand, and a tombstone before, the monumental mason gouges each word with a sneer: “Here lies America, who died along with the bees.”

Noxious men will try to slip their tendrils between the thighs of the homogametic sex as the patriarchal scales tip heavily to the Right. Inaugural injustice escapes admonition, and 140 characters become the backbone of American dignity.

Our pestilential president cannot predict what is brewing beneath his precarious limbs. It is a tightrope act, casting him high above the standards of society, with one false step to cast him tumbling through the frayed safety net below.

A tremor in the line is all it takes. The helotry of women halts as millions don fuchsia knit symbols in protest. A sea of vulvatic regalia march in rhythm with the disparate fog that blankets the streets. Meliorism is marching.

[lizzimaeluna]

Every Movie I own: └ Crimson Peak (2015) • dir. Guillermo del Toro

“Where I come from, ghosts are not to be taken lightly.”

[teachmetothink]

People now are like, “Your right to free speech doesn’t mean you can express an offensive opinion” Like what the fuck does right to free speech mean, then?

[orangeschmorange]

[a-khaleesi-not-a-queen]

So it’s been probably over a month since I’ve been on here. I’ve been so busy with student teaching and wedding planning I haven’t had too much extra time. I wrote these poems a few weeks ago, and the books I’m teaching have been the inspiration.  Ghosts of the Gallows

Tread lightly o'er these church steps, go gently through God's threshold. There be no blush about my name. I am shackled to sin, the chains become a noose for my execution. The ghosts of the hanged see my deceit. A yellow bird stalks me across dreams, where echos of envy ring clear, effervescently, until I see his face. Sanguine blood courses through these Puritan veins, and the Devil's claw pierces through the belly of a harlot. A blistering flame melts down all concealment, the porous liquid drowns all liars, and a stony heart sinks with the rising sun in Salem. A boisterous drum signals the end. Nail your spirit to faith and watch the town burn. Cross paths with Lucifer in the jail cells of the accused. Crucify your crimes to prove naivety or bite thy tongue at the gibbet. The frailties of humans become the downfall of men. Confess.

Clinging to the Glass

Enter the domain of faceless living. 5:00am barrels through the existence of the insignificant, the insect on the wall, crawling towards his humanity in a swollen scuttle. Dip tongs of fire into the flesh of egregious men who polish the brass buttons of bureaucracy. The fruits of labor pelt abdomens, an apple in the side of Adam -- An existentialist in plain sight. Amid dust and sour milk, the creature seeks nourishment in the ephemeral caress of a violin. Leave the door cracked and watch the cocoon shatter.Take inventory from beneath the layers of Capitalism until the morning rays shrivel skin. The metamorphosis of the dead.  

[tianamulan]

30 Day Sound/Visual Challenge - Visual Day 14 - Favourite Visual Parallels