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.
"Everybody has their issues in life." He said, before retreating to his bed and looking at the girl. She was rather pretty... But he couldn't do that. The girl would only find a miserable and pain filled existence with him. He had to push her away.
"We've got to get out of this place. But first I need to rest. I'm still woozy from the injury I sustained earlier." He said, then immediately fell backwards onto the bed, where the cut from his accident upon entering the station had been reopened by the Alien's claws during their fight. He was bleeding badly and needed attention, though there were plenty of trauma kits and other assorted medical supplies around the room.
Jason stared at the girl as she smiled softly at him. He looked her over. "Echo, what the hell happened to all the people here. Did it really kill them all?"
Jason didn't really mind the fact that she had never asked him his name. He simply looked at the girl. "Jason diablous, and your name M'lady?" He said softly as he looks the girl, being respectful again.
Jason watched the girl freak out. Damn now he really felt bad. Then as they arrived at the inn some drunk guy tried to grope her and the girl dealt with him. Though she was still shaking badly. The boy knew it was partly because of him. He followed her to the room though he quickly left without a word. The boy entered the hallway where the drunk guy had friends now waiting. Jason knew what the big men wanted. "You're not going to like how this turns out for you." The boy said. A simple comment. Not a threat, just a statement. The men responded by rushing the boy. Jason took a step forward and his darkness came out. Slamming the men into their respective walls. "You will not speak of this. You will not try to take advantage of young girls. And you most certainly will not approach her in particular. I am the demon prince, and mark my words I will tear you all to shreds without a moments hesitation if you go against what I said" the boy growled before the darkness slammed them again. Rendering them all unconcious. Jason then went downstairs, his darkness having retreaded. He bought tissues and a single white rose with money from the drunkards. Then he returned to the room looking obviously nervous and uncomfortable. He dropped the tissues in Alicen's lap. "To clear your eyes so you don't look vulnerable to ass holes like the drunk." Then even more awkwardly handed her the rose. "I've come to understand boys use flowers to apologize to females in the overworld. So I'm uh.... I'm sorry for what I said earlier"
"You're only home? That's sad... But I'll help you find a new place to live. I'm sure not letting you stay here to get killed by that thing" Jason said and took her hand in his own. "We will survive this. Together. " He says softly
(Awwww. How sad would it have been if she had tew stay)
Jason looked at the girl. "I'm going to need a guide, there's a guaranteed spot onboard the Torrens if you help me." Jason said quietly as he looked over the girl.
"A way back" Jason said to the girl as he looked her over. She was obviously getting scared. "Brave little ranger afraid of the dark? Pitiful" Jason teased, although he immediately regretted it because he may hurt her feelings. Wait why did he even care?
[center][b][u]Do not go gentle into that good night
By: Dylan Thomas[/u][/b]
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.[/center]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-u">Do not go gentle into that good night<br>By: Dylan Thomas</span></span><br><br>Do not go gentle into that good night,<br>Old age should burn and rave at close of day;<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Though wise men at their end know dark is right,<br>Because their words had forked no lightning they<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright<br>Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,<br>And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight<br>Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>And you, my father, there on the sad height,<br>Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</div></div>