#gottcha

This is nineteen hours of work. (Not the build I based this off of- it only took me like a few minutes to build it XD)

Finished zines!!

While my boyfriend and I were watching episode 8.03 tonight, he told me that he was pretty sure that Jon would kill the Night King and would be the hero of this episode...

As I told him that I thought otherwise and that I was sure that it would be anyother, he rolled his eyes...🐾❄😏

As I than told him that I thoght that Arya would have a great and important part in this battle, and that she would maybe even kill the Night King, he laughed.

He told me that I was silly and that he would give me 50, if I was right... 50 Minutes later, I was the one laughing out loud and klapping my hands like Tormund did, last episode, with the same expression on my face, as the NK splattered in thousand little pieces.

Hehe...

You should have seen his face!

Yeeey.Got'ya, boy.

You know nothing!

Don't mess with a true hearted fangirl, boy. It'll not end well for ya.

I think I will buy me some (more) Arya Merch with the 50 she has earned for me.

Thank you so much, little she-wolf!💓❄ I'm so proud!🐺

My Crown

They say ‘if the crown fits’

I try it back on for size

And reclaim

My identity

And self worth

Brought down to my knees again

Poisoned, fattened like a pig

Emotionally abused

And controlled

Led to ruin

Yet again

Slavery is it

Yet in a different form

I’m ready to reclaim my rightful

Earthly throne

I will forgive

I will hold no hatred in my heart

But I will no longer tolerate

Such cruelty

And will not offer my mercy

For an ounce longer

And eye for and eye

A pound of flesh

I return dear Shakespeare

To send them to Hell

Where they will both exist and not exist

And for returning again and commiting

Acts of pain and torture on innocent

People, children and kind folk

You will pay hard

You should have taken my repeated mercy

Or entered the kind hell

I built for you

Unlike the hell you create for us

Lifetime after lifetime

Now you fate is sealed

Now we share duties of giving life and taking it

Deciding your judgment

As the cyclops

Fallen angel

Come down to help save others and this beautiful Earth

You will burn forever in eternal hell

Alone

Without help

Or companionship

Or love

Nor the soul

Or eternal life you crave so much

Not my heart or brain or lungs

Nor my songs, voice or languages

No Akashic record you will gain

Nor manipulate the laws of this universe and others

Nor will you get access to our dreams

That we protect fiercely day and night

For we are the masters of our soul

And your host sucking entity

Oh yeah

And

Check Mate

The Chess Master

His Thorns

Once we walked along a Palestinian beach

Fell in love

And promised ourselves to one another

Rising as teachers and healers of faith, morality and family

My Cuban love

Going from village to village

Curing the sick and dying

Until separated

Me a Muslim Moor Jewish Pagan

Him a Muslim Catholic Pagan Moor

Said to be incompatible

But two halves of the same soul

Sent away from me

As I passed into slavery

Until my hero and Savior came to rescue me

And preserve my virginity

Then again fooled by demons

And separated

False disciples

False followers

And imitators claiming to be us

Others blocking our path back together or helping the b*stards

Wrong man at the cross

Jesus was there with his crown of Daisies

I placed on his head

To replace the crown of thorns ripping open his head

Replaced for a false prophet

But I could not tell that because

I was already blind

Unable to see him

Sans hands and feet to be able to reach out

And touch him

And tell if it was him

Nose cut off

Ears gone

Brain and organs taken

Like a farming expedition

Unable to speak

Tongue cut

No way to communicate with the love of my life

Taken and cut up into small parts

And distributed around the Roman Empire

I mended myself back together with the help of my and our disciples

Stumbling to the cave in France, broken

Enter to find out my beloved Druid healers and friends have also been compromised

So together we gather silently against the cave walls and we sing the music of Opus Dei and Celtic Chants.

We rid the planet of this evil

Once gone

Day and night

I sit by my loves tomb

In a cave cut into a hillside

Until finally the day

Prayer after prayer

Chant after chant

Healing and more healing from our sacred friends

You rise

And then we go

We set a trap

And live happily ever after

In peace and harmony

And never again will you have to wear a crown of thornes

For your crown is fierce

And it suits you

Black

My Batman

My King

My Savior

My Hero