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agentxxvi · 2 years
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“and let’s face it, you’re a girl. your mother was right about one thing. we’re just vessels. and even when we’re told we’re special, as I was, as you would have been, we’re still just vessels… for them to take… and take… until we’re empty… and alone.”
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agentxxvi · 2 years
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lady and the tramp (1955), original pencil animation
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agentxxvi · 4 years
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Is there anything real about you?
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agentxxvi · 4 years
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Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. He didn't realize that love as powerful as your mother's for you leaves its own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign... to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever. It is in your very own skin. Quirrel, full of hatred, greed, and ambition, sharing his soul with Voldemort, could not touch you for this reason. It was agony to touch a person marked by something so good.
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agentxxvi · 4 years
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For every mission, there is a right way and a wrong way. Barging thoughtlessly into combat is, more often than not, the latter.
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agentxxvi · 4 years
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This is the Way.
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agentxxvi · 4 years
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Yennefer of Vengerberg, black-haired, dressed in black and white composition, brought to mind December morning.
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agentxxvi · 4 years
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His agony somehow became an invisible hand, stretching out through the Force, a hand that found her, far away, alone in her apartment in the dark, a hand that felt the silken softness of her skin and the sleek coils of her hair, a hand that dissolved into a field of pure energy, of pure feeling that reached inside her. And now he felt her, really felt her in the Force, as though she could have been some kind of Jedi, too, but more than that: he felt a bond, a connection, deeper and more intimate than he’d ever had before with anyone, even Obi-Wan; for a precious eternal instant he was her … he was the beat of her heart and he was the motion of her lips and he was her soft words as though she spoke a prayer to the stars.
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agentxxvi · 5 years
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This is fun. It's like Tinder, only for killing. Can I download this from the App Store?
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agentxxvi · 5 years
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Kneel before me. I said... kneel! Is not this simpler? Is this not your natural state? It's the unspoken truth of humanity that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power. For identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel.
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agentxxvi · 5 years
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I've got red in my ledger, I'd like to wipe it out.
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agentxxvi · 5 years
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— Are you here to do your laundry? — And to see a friend. — Clearly, your friend is fine.
for @rragnarsson
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agentxxvi · 5 years
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- Access denied.
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agentxxvi · 5 years
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No mourners, no funerals. Another way of saying good luck. But it was something more. A dark wink to the fact that there would be no expensive burials for people like them, no marble markers to remember their names, no wreaths of myrtle and rose.
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agentxxvi · 5 years
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I saw her once. I was a boy living with your mother's family. Lord Whent had a great tourney at Harrenhal. Everyone was there. The Mad King, your father, Robert Baratheon. And Lyanna...she was already promised to Robert. You can imagine what it was like for me, a boy from nowhere with nothing to his name, watching these legendary men tilting at the lists. The last two riders were Barristan Selmy and Rhaegar Targaryen. When Rhaegar won, everyone cheered for their prince. I remember the girls laughing when he took off his helmet and saw that silver hair. How handsome he was. Until he rode right past his wife, Elia Martell, and all the smiles died. I had never seen so many people. He rode past his wife and he lay a crown of winter roses in Lyanna's lap. Blue with frost. How many tens of thousands had to die because Rhaegar chose your aunt?
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agentxxvi · 5 years
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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ If you acknowledge any gods... start praying, now.
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agentxxvi · 5 years
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Never even realized how lost I was without her. But I always was. Just some lost soldier, who forgot he ever had a home until she gave me one.
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