I know that she spent her childhood in exile, impoverished, living on dreams and schemes, running from one city to the next, always fearful, never safe, friendless but for a brother who was by all accounts half-mad…a brother who sold her maidenhood to the Dothraki for the promise of an army. I know that somewhere upon the grass, her dragons hatched, and so did she. I know she is proud. How not? What else was left her but pride? I know she is strong. How not? The Dothraki despise weakness. If Daenerys had been weak, she would have perished with Viserys. I know she is fierce. Astapor, Yunkai and Meereen are proof enough of that. She has survived assassins and conspiracies and fell sorceries, grieved for a brother and a husband and a son, trod the cities of the slavers to dust beneath her dainty sandalled feet.
“I know that she spent her childhood in exile, impoverished, living on dreams and schemes, running from one city to the next, always fearful, never safe, friendless but for a brother who was by all accounts half-mad… a brother who sold her maidenhood to the Dothraki for the promise of an army. I know that somewhere upon the grass, her dragons hatched, and so did she. I know she is proud. How not? What else was left her but pride? I know she is strong. How not? The Dothraki despise weakness. If Daenerys had been weak, she would have perished with Viserys. I know she is fierce. Astapor, Yunkai and Meereen are proof enough of that. She has survived assassins and conspiracies and fell sorceries, grieved for a brother and a husband and a son, trod the cities of the slavers to dust beneath her dainty sandalled feet.”
Could you write a post about INTJs and why they fail. Examine some of the popular INTJs and explain why they failed. For ex. Voldemort, etc. also maybe how they can succeed. I'm not evil,I swear.
Sure you’re not. But if you take over the world, I want in.
(Notice how my brain immediately switched to “villain” after you said “popular” simply because you used Voldemort as an example. I love my INTJ villains, so if you were hoping for something other than villains, it sucks to be you.)
Many INTJ villains fail because they have to; fiction usually dictates the good guys win (unless you are George R.R. Martin), so the INTJ has to make some stupid nonsensical mistake that their Te would probably not make in real life. Such as: leaving the hero alive (so he can cause trouble later) rather than shooting him in the face. Or stopping to boast about what a genius you are, which gives him time to figure out how to stop your maniacal plan.
If Te-using villains were like actual evil Te’s and had zero moral foundation, the movie or television series would be short, because they would simply “deal with the problem” (Te) and kill the heroes right out of the gate. Like, for example (because I love using him as one) – the cardinal in The Musketeers TV show. The series does an excellent job of establishing him as a solid Ni-Te thinking villain, where most of his decisions and evil actions are motivated through Te.
But then, there’s Lady deWinter.
As my INTJ friend pointed out, from a detached “villain” perspective, she is a loose cannon and if this were real life, and the cardinal really was a narcissist incapable of mercy (thus without any moral conscience), killing her would be the most rational solution (Te), because she endangers him at every turn. He cannot control her, she frequently screws up his plans, and threatens to ‘out’ him through association. She’s a psychopath, which means she could turn on him. Any evil INTJ would know this right out of the gate.
But because the screenwriters “like” her, and want her in the plot, the INTJ villain lets her live, in a colossal betrayal of his functional development.
That’s just an example of real life villainy vs. contrived writing. ;)
(If you want to avoid your villain murdering your hero, but still have an NTJ villain, make damn sure it’s not a “convenient” out unworthy of strong Te. Either he never managed to get his hands on your hero, or he has a rational reason for letting him live. Your hero has to be smarter than the evil NTJ villain.)
Anyway, side trip, back to the main point: INTJs fail because of poor Se.
Se is what grounds a Ni into reality. Unless an INTJ develops it, their futuristic vision or expectation lacks realistic expectations. Their perception about people, situations, or ideas will be wrong. They can become so obsessed with their dream of what the future will be, that they neglect to look around them and see what’s happening right now. And, a poor Se will make them “lazy” and “unmotivated,” so they may sit around and scheme or dream or plan and never actually get up and do anything to make those visions real.
(Example of extreme inferior-Se laziness: the cardinal telling deWinter to plant evidence in someone’s room, when he could walk upstairs and do it himself. :P)
OR… they will act irrationally and impulsively with Se, and ruin the entire thing, because FOR ONCE they didn’t think first and then can’t scramble fast enough (more poor Se) to cover their tracks (see the Musketeers season one two-part finale for a great example of the cardinal doing this).
Voldemort failed because of his arrogance. He was intelligent enough to assume he had covered all his bases and that no one could beat him. He failed because he could not adapt to his environment (bad Se). He failed because he was so fixated on making his personal vision of the future real (I will never die, I will be invincible) he did not look around or bother internalizing the meaning of Potter. He focused on the threat and missed everyone’s motivations. Because he is poor at Fi, he made a mistake common to Te users (good or bad): he underestimated how much people care.
Voldemort murdered Lily Potter, which turned Snape against him. He assumed it would not matter. He was wrong. That killed him long before his actual death. He was dead the minute he discounted Snape’s feelings.
You see this in a “good” INTJ character in the Wolf Hall books who makes the same mistake when he arranges a rational marriage for Henry VIII (a foreign princess, an alliance, everyone wins!) and then forced him to hold to it, due to diplomacy, even though Henry hated her. Cromwell signed his death certificate the minute he did that.
What is RATIONAL is not always good for people’s feelings.
Almost all INTJ villains fall into one of these traps: bad Se (misjudging situations, being delusional, failing to adapt in a dangerous situation, or acting impulsively at the wrong moment, because they cannot sense the right moment) or Te devaluation of others’ emotions (killing someone another person cares about, which causes them to turn on them later).
Non-villains still make these mistakes, but there’s nothing vindictive behind it.
Now, how as a sane, moral human being can you succeed?:
Develop your Se. Stop just trusting your hunches and look for evidence. Stop fixating on the future and engage with the present. Stop standing on the sidelines and physically engage with the world once in awhile. Stop being so intellectual that you are a physically lazy human being.
Develop your Fi. If you dismiss and belittle people, sneer at them, etc., they will not like you. To get anywhere in this world, people must like you. Healthy Te understands the world is “give and take” and unnecessary drama, insults, sarcasm, etc., is unprofessional and immature. You need not engage with people’s feelings, but you must respect them and the power they have over other people, even if they seem silly.
Don’t be afraid to take a chance. Sometimes, you have to stop thinking and try. If you fail, you recoup and try again. We are not defined by our failures, but by our willingness to keep trying.
Give yourself reasonable goals. Ones you can work toward in the short and long term, which will allow you to see you are moving forward. If you develop your Se enough, your goals will be achievable, because you will have a sense of how much you can do. Using Te too much will wear you out, so pace yourself.
Summary: Focused on
season 3A of Teen Wolf. I’ll play with the way the pack discovers who Darach
is. In this imagine, the Reader is twin sister of Stiles Stilinski, belongs to
the same social circle that he, except for the detail that she knows nothing of
the supernatural creatures, mainly to protect her. The Reader has a crush on
The dream scheme had not changed after two and
a half weeks of living it. Luckily, every night was more aware that it was
that, just a dream. It consisted of the same, a pair of red eyes gleamed among
the trees; I was surrounded in the dark, always in my pajamas, my hair matted
and barefoot. Lovely! I remember looking everywhere, looking for a way out, but
everything was black, the full moon barely could light the path. And as always,
I started running blind, if I hit trees, if I cut or something, I just didn’t
feel it, because it was illogical to run without seeing and not hit anything,
but, what was logical in a dream? This was finished when i finally stumbled
over something and the two red balls became bigger. In the distance, the
howling of an agonizing wolf was heard.
I woke up to the creak of the door opening. It
still took me a few seconds to recover from the bad dream, always causing
insomnia and a good headache at school. But, the door? Why would Dad leave at
two in the morning? That was happening countless times, only if there was a
real emergency in the police station, beyond the murders that were happening
lately, nothing else happened, although that seemed enough to make the men with
whom i lived unbearable. They seemed to be punished, from high school to home,
Stiles took care of bringing me and then he left, so this time, I knew
immediately who was entering.
“How long does it take you to get there?
Are you dating someone? … Oh, wait, you finally stopped being a virgin.”
I exclaimed in a mocking tone.
Stiles closed the door and snorted.
“As if you were not, sister.” He hit
back, I just shrugged.
“It’s different.” I finished down the
stairs and joined him in the kitchen. “So, are you going to tell me that
mysterious mystery that you bring?” I was excited to know something more;
the town was beginning to bore me.
“There is no mysterious mystery”
“Then why come so late? Does Dad know?
Come on, Stiles, I’m practically locked up at home because of you, I haven’t
even gone shopping with Lydia, or seeing …”
I shut up, but I blushed. Stiles stopped paying
attention to the contents of the refrigerator and gave me an accusing look. Of
course my love interest was a secret to my friends, no one could know, not even
Dad. My brother and his best friend barely got away with it.
"See who, Y/N? So you also have a
mysterious mystery. "He pointed a finger at me.
"AHA! So you admit that there is a mystery
” Stiles came back to ignore me “Fine! Don’t tell me, I’ll find out”
I turned around and went back to my room. Something
was going to happen to me.
The disadvantage of having a twin brother right
when I needed to find answers, is that we were in the same group, always
sitting next to Scott, whom I planned to corner somehow to tell me that it was
cooking, but is that Stiles, as If I knew my intentions, it would not go away.
After I finished pointing out what was on the blackboard, I glanced at Lydia, and
of course she had already finished and kept drawing something, too distracted
to notice the heaviness in my eyes. I gave up on her and went for Allison, she
wasn’t over yet, and she was too far away to capture her attention. I snorted
and leaned back against the chair. Professor Blake kept checking previous
papers. Carefully I took my phone and decided to take the risk by sending a
message to Scott. Do you know what my
brother is bringing? Of course I didn’t trust much, the loyalty between
them was unbreakable. Scott McCall looked over his shoulder and shook his head.
At the end of the class, everyone left the
classroom, I was the last, simply because I wanted to follow the others, see
who I can catch, maybe Isaac, I could take double from him, although, now that
he lives with Scott, Hesitated This locked cat would drive me crazy. When I
left the room I lost sight of so many people, I sighed and leaned against the
wall waiting for the answers to be projected in the lockers opposite. Maybe I
should try with Lydia.
Ready to look for her, I looked up, finding
that, in the opposite direction of the walk of my companions, Derek Hale was
approaching. My stomach responded by squeezing and I found myself adjusting and
putting my hair in vain. When he saw me, he smiled. Almost never did, but we
had a good relationship, of friendship, of course. I couldn’t see it as a
target for the unknowns that hovered in the air, since it was not so close to
"Derek” Why am I smiling like a fool?
“Y/N” He nodded in front of me,
though I noticed that his gaze was over my shoulder than in my eyes, I tried
not to get discouraged.
“What are you doing here?”
I wasn’t going to lie, in my fantasies, I
always imagined Derek appearing in high school offering me a hope of escape for
a few hours. However, he seemed too absorbed to make it come true. I tried not
to feel bad about the fact that he felt he wanted to get rid of me easily.
“I came to … visit a friend”
I struggled because my smile didn’t go away. He
fixed his eyes above me again. I turned to the point of his gaze to meet Miss
Blake, who also looked at my opponent.
“Derek” Her tone and joy sounded very
adolescent. I began to feel nauseated. “Oh, do you know her?” She
kept her smile. I had never felt aversion to Jennifer Blake until now.
“Yes” I tried not to sound so rude
“I think I … I don’t feel well”
I looked at Derek, his eyes on mine, and for a
moment concern crossed his face. Well, at least I lived with the comfort that he
cared about me.
“You want me to take you with the nurse, Y/N?” Blake took me by the shoulders.
“Do you need anything?” I wasn’t
delighted with Derek’s words.
“No, I’ll be fine … I just … I think
I’ll look for Stiles”
I slipped away quickly, didn’t want to look
back, the nausea would increase. My eyes began to itch. Derek Hale was dating
someone, I wasn’t stupid, it was immediately noticeable, especially the teenage
attitude of Jennifer Blake as she looked at him. For God’s sake, I think I’m
really going to vomit.
“Feeling good, Y/N?”
I didn’t realize that I ended up against the
lockers hugging my book against my chest. Lydia came up to me.
“You’re very pale.” She touched my
forehead but I pulled away.
“I’m fine.” I trusted Lydia, maybe
she was the only one who suspected my feelings, the others were busier in their
mysteries to pay attention to me, not that I needed it. “You know … if
Derek is dating … Miss Blake?” My friend’s gesture was strange.
“Ew.” She chuckled. No, she didn’t
“I’d better go home,” I announced as
I sat up. The last thing I wanted was to meet again with that couple.
“I’ll take you, I just finished my
I wasn’t surprised by Lydia’s intellect. I accepted,
especially since I didn‘t feel good for walking back.
“You got to be kidding!”
I walked through my room while reading my
brother’s text message, used to talk to myself when he did this kind of things
to me. That is, to go to school? Right now? However, it was too tempting what I
would receive in exchange for going there, would tell me the secret that is in
hand, I would finally add some excitement to my life in Beacon Hills, even if
it was something silly, if it is something Slightly different, I’m in! I
slipped on my shoes and practically ran out, taking my jacket in step. No one
was at home, so I would save the explanations. I was practically violating the
rules, but in the first place Stiles incited me to do so, and secondly, I wasn’t
a hostage, if they wanted to keep me, dad had to keep me behind bars.
Running was a challenge, but I didn’t give up
my step, the sooner I arrived, the faster I would know that mystery. Too
curious. I remembered that I had to talk very seriously to the sheriff about
having a car of my own; that Stiles kept my mom’s Jeep was doing me something
unfair. It was that or I could always bribe them with getting a motorcycle, I’d
seen Aiden and Ethan’s, too beautiful to get my attention. I wondered what it
would feel like to ride in one of them. Yes, it would be the perfect excuse to
worry my father and have a car insured. Soon.
The school was deserted, I was surprised not to
see the Jeep anywhere, but knowing my twin, He had possibly hidden it so as not
to be discovered. I was committing another offense, in addition to having left
home unannounced, being in school outside of reasonable hours was strictly
prohibited, but not so much, considering that they left the doors uninsured. I
went in through the main; the corridors were dark and cold.
“Stiles?” I called aloud. I swore
that if this was a joke to scare me off, tonight would suffocate him against
the pillow while he sleeps.
I took shelter and started walking, it wasn’t
normal this type of cold, unless someone left the ventilation open. Nothing was
heard, not a breath, not even the movement of an object.
“Stiles?” I tried again, but no
answer. “Okay, if this is a cruel joke, I swear you’re going to wake up
breathing under your pillow!”
My inside began to fear, but another part of me
ignited the adrenaline and I kept walking, the school was terrifying but it
managed to be more when there was not a soul wandering the halls, only mine,
apparently. I looked out at one of the classrooms that had the door open; the
low lighting allowed me to see that there was nobody. I decided that it was
better to leave and torture my brother as soon as he appeared in the house, in
my mind I imagined him tied to a chair, torture, i had to think about it. Then
my phone rang, the screen lit the name of my twin.
“Where are you, Y/N?” I
concentrated on hearing his voice echo, but nothing. I shuddered.
“What do you mean, where am I? At school,
right where you asked me to come.” I looked around.
“I didn’t ask you for anything”
“Stop, you sent me a message that I came
here and you would reveal your mystery to me”
In his line, i heard the Jeep door slam shut.
“I just got my phone back; I haven’t had
it for two hours.” I felt a chill on my back. “Okay, okay, calm
down.” I heard him get on the jeep
and start, “Stay there, I’ll pick you up … no … Better run … no, don’t
"Stiles!” His anxiety began to
And as a sign I obeyed, however, a force pulled
me from behind and threw me into the classroom I had previously reviewed. My
phone fell a few feet away, I heard Stiles call me but when I wanted to reach
him, a shoe crushed it. I stepped back from inertia and when I looked up, I
discovered Miss Blake staring at me from above.
“Miss Blake?” She didn’t keep the
day-to-day look she gave us, and the smile was different, evil, mocking. I
began to fear her.
“Curiosity killed the cat, isn’t it, Y/N?” She walked up to lock the door and turned slowly to me. I stood up.
“Why I‘m here?”
“Little innocent” She laughed
“You were too predictable with your feelings for Derek. Even he realized”
I swallowed and blushed, he notice?
"Am I here for Derek?” I never
imagined getting stuck in a fight for a boy. It was kind of nasty and vulgar. I
didn’t plan to start this, or to follow her game.
Miss Blake shrugged.
“In part.” She pursed her lips before
displaying her teeth. “You’re their sweet, vulnerable human, you’ll lure
the whole pack, especially Scott McCall.”
“Pack?” What the hell was this woman
“Oh, you don’t have the role of the
ignorant, beautiful.” In seconds she held me tightly and threw me against
the desks. I let out a gasp as i hugged my ribs with my arm, she seemed to know
exactly where to throw me, “Your brother is a simple human, like you, but
he belongs to Scott’s pack”
“What … are you … talking?” I
said between groans.
“Don’t you know?” It seemed that she
really believed me “Your dear brother is surrounded by werewolves and a
I leaned against a desk to slowly stand up.
What was she trying to play with? Did she do this out of jealousy?
“I don’t know…”
I stopped when I saw her approaching, my hands
flew to a chair, as soon as I got close, I used all the strength I allowed
myself to hit her. Jennifer stepped back, i didn’t waste time and ran out of the room. I
felt a bit dazed by the blow and the corridors were moving in circles, it was
the worst time for me to start getting dizzy. The brute force of that woman
threw me against the lockers, I stood again, I was only a human as she said but
I wasn’t going to fall into fragility. I didn’t go very far when she pushed me
again. I sat on the floor, I couldn’t continue to think that the dizziness was
more pronounced and I began to see blur.
Then a roar, no, several echoed in the hallway,
I put my hands to my ears and blinked several times, I needed to recover my
vision to see what the hell was going on. At last I succeeded, a few meters
from me, two men turned their backs on me and faced Jennifer, crouched, roared
again, this time not so strong and they went on top of her. I tried to get to
my feet but a piercing pain pierced my body, which I sank back to the floor
with a groan.
“I’m here.” I recognized Stiles’s
voice at my side.
Looking back at the area of attack, I saw one
of them fly away landing at my feet, Isaac? With a transformed face. I
complained again, he ignored us and returned to where the fight was unfolding.
Scott? Was he the other boy? Was it Scott? I didn’t want to ask. Stiles made
sure I could get up, but another sharp pang hit me.
“It hurts a lot.” I closed my eyes
“Let me help her.” I heard his voice.
I wanted to see it, and the first thing I caught was his transformed face, just
like Isaac’s, and glittering blue eyes stuck in mine.
I recoiled against my pain, sticking my back
against the lockers.
“It’s okay; Y/N” I was encouraged
by my brother “Takehis hand”
I obeyed, concentrating on Derek’s arm, where
black veins began to set, slowly the pain began to fade, the reminder was still
in my body, but it was bearable. I sighed in relief.
“She escaped,” Scott announced. He
and Isaac approached. Before my eyes, their faces returned to normal. And
I held a cry. What was happening? Was this all
real or was i already hallucinating?
“Scott, you and Isaac looking for her
trail. Stiles and I took care of Y / N”
I was able to take the opportunity to speak, to
demand explanations, but my head didn’t give more and my conscience much less.
My canon knowledge of Veritaserum is pretty rough so this is probably not how it works but the plot bunnies invaded and I had to write it anyway. Y’know because every fandom needs more Harry Potter AUs…*
Mainly Sprace with some Javid for good measure :)
When Davey and Jack sat down at the Ravenclaw table in the
Great Hall Davey looked terrified and exasperated and Jack looked smug. It
wasn’t actually that out of the ordinary for them so no one gave them a second
look until their whispered conversation could be overheard.
“You shouldn’t have done it. Jack, this is serious. You
could get expelled,” Davey hissed desperately, trying to keep his voice down so
no one would hear him. Jack had been an idiot but he didn’t actually want his
boyfriend to get kicked out of school.
“What did Jack do now?” Race asked, rolling his eyes. There
was never a shortage of things Jack had done that could be classed as stupid,
and a good third of them could probably get him expelled if the wrong person
found out about them.
Davey just shook his head, not wanting to repeat it, but
Jack himself grinned and leaned closer.
“So we were making Veritaserum in potions and ours was
perfect,” he started, sounding very proud of himself.
“No thanks to you,” Davey interjected.
Jack blew Davey a kiss in appreciation of his boyfriend’s
potions skills before continuing his story.
“They told us not to keep any, obviously, but…” Jack
withdrew a tiny vial from his pocket with only a few drops of what could have
been water in it. It was only about enough for one dose but that would still
get him in more trouble than anyone wanted to consider.
Living without fear has pushed me to levels I only dreamed of. Whether ignoring my own negative thoughts or the fear filled opinions of people around me. The hardest part is that those thoughts came from people who I knew loved and cared about me. People I was used to obeying, but there is a point in everyone’s life where you must free yourself from the strong hold that no longer serves you.
Fear will hold you back from listening to yourself. The one person who has the true answer of who you are and where you are going is YOU.
I guess my message is to follow through with that crazy idea. Move with a dollar and a dream. Don’t be afraid of falling because at that point there is nothing but up.
Once it’s clear everyone is safe, Sam and Mary both bandaged up and settled in their respective rooms, Dean finds himself growing angry once again. The two of them had almost died and for what? Some harebrained scheme dreamed up by some self-righteous sons of bitches who didn’t bother to get their hands dirty.
He grabbed the bottle of whiskey Ketch brought as a peace offering, torn between taking a swig or shattering it on the floor. He chose the former, not even wincing as it burned down his throat. The only way to handle this feeling, hurt and anger and betrayal, was to be very drunk.
Dean had managed to down a quarter of the bottle when Castiel entered, looking utterly exhausted. The angel had clearly hoped to sneak in unnoticed, because when he caught Dean’s eye, he looked away guiltily. “Her trail went cold. I’m sorry.”
He continued down the Bunker steps, warily watching Dean. Dean merely held out the bottle of whiskey to Cas. To Dean’s relief, Cas settled on the table next to Dean and took a long gulp.
“Mary’s working for the British Men of Letters,” Dean muttered lowly. He’s slightly surprised, it’s not like him to just talk about issues, but something about Cas makes it okay. Maybe because deep down, Dean’s hoping Cas will get angry too.
Well, well, well….we have another Saturday of our weekly version of Red Carpet Snatch!! But wait, before we bask in the newfound happiness of the SM “It” couple, I do have a few red carpet etiquette questions before I look at Skippers newfound noteriety Shall we???
1- The Bafta’s. Now one could argue this was the debut date appearance of our “couple”, but I am baffled why there are still no red carpet pics of them anywhere. Anyone?? Oh that’s right, there are none. That “reveal” was more of a seat filler variety, and not really a date. My bad…I forgot about Sam’s face…..
2- New Years Eve. Well, I guess one could call the airport line an “industrial” red carpet of sorts. And, there were even FB paparazzi on hand to record the happy moment. And since the destination origins varied so greatly…Amsterdam, London, Zermat….oh wait, I forgot Sam wasn’t in London (forgive my slip up), I am still waiting of the vacay pics with such blissful moments.
3- Georgia, and the wedding among the peaches. I suppose the prom shot in front of the gazebo could qualify, but it was a little awkward. Guess the liquor had not started flowing enough to get cozy shots that alerted the world of the great new love born out of corporate travel!! But, I’ll bet the food was good! Probably plenty of shrimp on the buffet!
4- Hollywood. Land of dreams and schemes! Ahhh…the Piaget event. What lovely photos, and Sam has mastered that watch thing hasn’t he?!? Looks like a human arm chair…but that is not the point. Anyway, why no posing on the red carpet, and what a golden opportunity missed in front of the Kale backdrop?!? We would have come full circle from the grocery store to “Jungle Timex”! But, the pics we did see were at least professional images. If only Mr. Jackson looked a little happier with his stylings. I think he is used to dressing people with more “lengthy and pleasing ” proportions. And, not too sure he likes Kale. Plus, I found the whole affair rather icy…at least look happy, and Skipper did, so that is a plus!
So, to be fair for comparison purposes….
1-T2 premier. Another non-working event for Mr. Heughan. All I can say about that red carpet walk was thank goodness it was cold there. The couple on that one did everything but the nasty in front of the world to see. What were they thinking?? The ass-whistling (hell, I did it myself), the no room for Jesus poses, and that crotch hockey…OMG. There was enough heat to generate that entire premier, and even the reporters couldn’t write enough about it. Oh…and don’t forget jealous Sam….and of some random 16 year old to boot. But I don’t think we were supposed to see that…
So, I ask you….which of these is true? And, why is one of the folks involved in the new “it” couple of the century not sharing now that it is all in the SM world to see. Quite simple really. One is pimpimg…sorry, posing for money, and the other is posing for love. You pick the carpet….any carpet.
Shiptini’s on deck today. Now where can I find a good backdrop for some pics today? Ice sculptures anyone!! Love you shipstas!!😎😍
I know that she spent her childhood in exile, impoverished, living on dreams and schemes, running from one city to the next, always fearful, never safe, friendless but for a brother who was by all accounts half-mad…a brother who
sold her maidenhood to the Dothraki for the promise of an army. I know that somewhere upon the grass, her dragons hatched, and so did she. I know she is proud. How not? What else was left her but pride? I know she is strong. How not? The Dothraki despise weakness. If Daenerys had been weak, she would have perished with Viserys. I know she is fierce. Astapor, Yunkai and Meereen are proof enough of that. She has survived assassins and conspiracies and fell sorceries, grieved for a brother and a husband and a son, trod the cities of the slavers to dust beneath her dainty sandalled feet. 🔥🖤
You choose to hide
Behind these screens
When you can instead
Use your talent
Move us all
I’ve had to rethink
Reword my poems
Think then wrong
Too much pain
Inside of me
Or not enough
Inside of you
Open your heart
Let me in
Come from behind
Let my words weave
Through your soul
Over your body
Come to me
Don’t be afraid
We’ll fix the world
I’ve held my failures
Tasted your pain
Sang your praises
Danced in the rain
Watched the sunrise
From my porch
Watch it set
On other coasts
Still I live
Breathe in deep
A hopeful soul
Praying for the world
If you read these
Words I write
Whether in the morn
Or safe at night
Please be certain
You’ve touched my life
Moved me forward
Driven me across the land
Written my words
Camera in hand
To make my mark
Arms raised high
Thank you all
For inspiring me
No longer be
Hope you all enjoyed this, especially you who are so supportive, those in doubt, those afraid, those searching. I’m here for you. Special thanks to @drearydaffodil for helping me, indirectly, find a subject to write about last night!