Hey there! I go by "Just finished season 1 of Game of Thrones…
I’m all, like, blah right now. Happy and sad and confused and eager and… lsfhjhglsgjlgj. I was so excited and so hopeful for the episode despite the death and the blood and the craziness that had recently occurred… And then this was me for just about every single Khal Drogo scene…
I was begging for him to be okay because I NEED HIM TO BE OKAY, not just for my sake, but for his wife and his unborn child… and so I was like…
And then, and then… my heart shattered and broke and I was like…
And then Dany was crying and I was so sad for her because she now has like nothing left for her. All she has is her courage and her wits and her dreams, not her child or her husband or her once loving people…
And then the end with the fire and the dragon eggs and Dany… and I saw that she wasn’t going to give up. That even though she had no son to give her throne to nor a husband to rule by her side, she was going to take what was hers because that’s what a true queen does. And I was like…
But then I realized that this was the end of the season and I wouldn’t have anymore of my lovely couple or their baby then I was like…
So, now that’s I’m a hormonal mess, I’m gonna go and spam you all with videos and pictures about my beautiful Game of Thrones OTP… Daenerys and Drogo.
In more ways than one, these were my feelings when i finished the first season. >.<
