JessieTargaryen
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Celestial Queen-in-Waiting
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- Old Guild Username: Jasonhero
- Joined: 11 yrs ago
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6 yrs ago
Hey guys, don't catch the flu. It sucks! - PSA from your friendly neighborhood Targaryen
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7 yrs ago
Our father's were evil men, all of us. They left the world worse than they found it. We're not going to do that, we're going to leave the world better than we found it - Daenerys Targaryen
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8 yrs ago
Time and space - time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow. - Edwin Way Teale
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8 yrs ago
Ever make a mistake so bad, that it hurts every time you just think of it? Ever wish you could go back in time and fix everything so you didn't hurt the one who matters most? Yeah, me too.
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8 yrs ago
Hail Hydra!
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Do not go gentle into that good night
By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Most Recent Posts
Jason stared at her as she explained where she was heading, all of it making no sense to him. "No..." He admitted quietly and hoped that the girl had not noticed him doing so
Soon enough Jason had managed to build a couple of makeshift noisemakers. "In case we come across that damn creature again. I'll distract it." He says softly to the girl before focusing ahead at her again.
"Jason. And yours?" He says quietly, before he began piecing random pieces of equipment that happened to be laying around togethet
Jason followed after the girl. "Do you have any idea where we are even going?" He hissed at her, appearing in front of her with a burst of hellfire
Jason watched as the girl turned red and then began fiddling with her hair. Yet he still has no idea what the hell was going on with her. He was worried about her, but at the same time he figured saying something might make her panic again.
Jason turned and followed her. He was done with this area anyways. It wasn't that the boy had anything against the Angel race, he just hated how they were fighting for the same thing yet the angels insisted on trying to kill him constantly. That really puts a dampened on your mood.
Jason heard the sound of the fighting, and moved towards them. The boy stood in a nearby tree, his cloak wrapped tightly around as he watched the girl fight the Angel. Jason let the girl walk away, and jumped into the clearing. As the angel woke from his slumber, Jason stood over him. Before the being could react the boy's sword lopped his head off. Jason hoped that girl wasn't watching. She would be afraid of him... why did he care about that? He couldn't start caring for her.
Jason stared at her blankly, completely confused at her reaction. This was a boy who had been born in a test tube so simple things in life like relationships and sex had never been introduced to him. His lack of life experience probably showed in the confused expression he wore on his face.
"Doesn't surprise me. Weyland-Yutani seems to own the galaxy at this point." Jason commented, then noticed a scratch on the girl's arm. He surged forward and pulled her shirt down on her left side. Pulling her arm free of it, and completely ignoring the possibility of implied sexual occasions. He went straight to mending the wound. As he had always believed he should help others. No matter the cost. And soon the was bitting the end of the gauze off so that he could finish dressing the wound.
Jason watched her go. Only to be greeted by a new sound, the humming of a Blessed Steel sword weilded only by the Angels. "So at last you meet your demise, filth." The angel growled and swung at him. Jason's darkness cloak shifted and blocked the sword. Then Pulled away just as Jason spun, his own sword meeting the angel's and sparks were thrown from the polar opposites connecting. Jason glared at the Angel. "You may try, but you may see that the Harbinger of the Dead is much more than a match for you." Jason growled and a massive wall of darkness slammed into the angel. Sending him tumbling backwards near where Alicen was. And soon the boy appeared there as well. The wind became harsher, night grew darker, and voices could be heard on the wind. An Erie green light developed around the boy's hands as undead rose, in various states of decay to stand beside him. When the dazed angel tried to run, hellfire surrounded them. With the lights throwing Erie light onto the boy. His Darkness cloak covering him now, so only his hands and glowing blue eyes were visible. And that black sword. "Kill him" Jason ordered and the dead lunged. Tearing the angel apart
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