Hey guys, don't catch the flu. It sucks! - PSA from your friendly neighborhood Targaryen
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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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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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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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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.
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Need a post for any response to Feress. And the others have posted maybe two times while you posted one time. Try to keep it even, eh?
I think Jason needs somebody to go talk to him who won't just be all 'it'll be okay' (Arya, since they obviously like each other) but yet can still be kindish towards him. Maybe its time Ansen had a chat with Jason, maybe understand his reasoning behind things, and maybe smsck some sense into him xD.
But srrsly, Ansen should go check on Jason. He seems like he'd be the most fatherly-figure like towards the boy.
Jason watched the girl crying. "Look at that. I helped cause that. I probably scarred her beyond belief and stole her innocent point of view. What kind of monster am I?" He says to himself, seeing a scared little boy version of himself standing next to her in chains, his innocence had been stolen too, and he felt as if he knew how the girl felt. Alone probably, and terrified. Jason growled with anger at himself and threw his sword, watching as half the blade implanted itself in the ground. He turned and stormed off towards some trees nearby. "Monsters don't deserve allies." He said as a form of explanation as he walked away. Then once he was out of view, hidden among the shadows in the small group of trees the boy leaned back against the trunk of one and slowly slid down towards the ground. He was no better than those who destroyed him. He was a monster, and embodiment of evil. That's what the boy was. He helped break an innocent little girl. He hated himself. Something deep seeded he didn't think could ever come back arose within his soul, the skeletal hand of fear gripped him. What was he afraid of? Being like them. Then we felt his face become wet as the tears came. What kind of horrible being was he?
So I just started watching Naruto (yeah I'm way behind) and I'm only on the second season (just finished watching Hinata's fight in the preliminary rounds actually.) And I have to say Hinata is probably my favorite character from the show. I've been craving an rp involving a romance with her. Now I'm a male so I can really only rp male characters, therefore I am looking for somebody to rp as Hinata.
Here is the idea I would like to put forward: This rp would follow the story of the show, except that my character was an odd man out in the graduating class and therefore had to be an extra man on a team, he was assigned to Hinata's team. So they become friends and Hinata and him gain feelings for each other over time and eventually end up together. The rp would start just after the academy exam when the teams are assigned, and the two barely know each other.
I want somebody who can at least post once a day and can at least make a paragraph per post. And will not just disappear on me. PM me if you are interested in this idea and we can discuss details! :3
[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>