JessieTargaryen
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Celestial Queen-in-Waiting
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7 yrs ago
Hey guys, don't catch the flu. It sucks! - PSA from your friendly neighborhood Targaryen
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9 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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9 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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9 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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9 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
Gaara watched his father as the demon king spoke about how they had to go off and preform some ceremony. The demon prince was annoyed with this, what was the point of this? Gaara existed solely to kill, not to make kids or deal with some human. But he had to put up with her for now, then Gaara could stregnthen his existinance and remind himself that he was alive. He looked at the girl. "Come on. Don't tempt me into killing you now." He said.
"Hey, fire dude. Down here. To your left." Jason yelled through the bars, since his cell was only two down from the others, he could hear the boy talking. "Come on. The blood from the guard is starting to stink over here." He says calmly, making the others aware that he had in fact, killed his guard.
Anddddddddddddd the Slightly Crazy one has spoken
Gaara stood in the room watching as his brother lectured thier father about the tradition. The young demon prince hated when his self-rightous brother did things like that. His brother just didn't have as strong of an existence as Gaara, so the brother clung to stupid things like tradition. These thoughts and many like it ran through the demon's head as he finally looked up at the vile humans across from him. He pointed up at one next to the crying and shaking one. She seemed to have a spirit, Gaara would enjoy breaking that spirit then leading up to the kill. He savored the moment. "Her." Gaara says, then looks to his father. "Tradition is for those who don't believe in their existence. Don't see their purpose in life. Let me prove to myself that I'm alive, let me just kill her now." He says
Jason stood up immdiatley, his armor forming around him completly. He walked straight into the nearest shadow, reappearing at the church, his sword drawn. Although his armor always disappeared during shadow travel, so the boy had none for the next minute or so. He really wished he actually remebered that small fact so that he would use it and keep his armor on. Whatever was in there was going to learn to fear the hand of the next true heir to the demon throne, it would know what his wrath felt like; for it had taken a being that was like a mentor to Jason, and it would learn what true power felt like. Jason wanted to get Ansen back, for the man was one of the only ones to not want him dead, therefore anything messing with Ansen would feel Jason's blade.
deadpixel101 said
I'm sure Elaine would totally handle hanging out with Vanessa well, seeing as what she just saw because of her hmmmmm?
I read that but was immediately distracted by the beauty off your signature
Slypheed said
Then Caroline would come in and save the day~~~~
Vanessa should totally come in and somehow be like super good with kids and verbally degrade Jason for his idiotcy xD
XxLyraxX said
I wonder how he would act if say he had to keep an eye on them and they both started crying xD
He'd give up on any hope of not having little kids cry around him.
deadpixel101 said
Wow I don't know why that didn't register in my head the first time I read it.
Everybody misses some things my friend.
Whelp if carty decides to let the dead be invading the town or at least be active (As they hate the living) this should be interesting with your charrie around?
Jason looked down at the crying one. He was obviously uncomfortable and feeling awkward. "Its. Its uh crying. What do I do?" He asked as he looked around then at the girl. He crouched down to her level. "What's ah... What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He askes her softly, still obviously confused as to what exactly he was supposed to be doing. "So your dad was a demon too. But I don't sense any darkness save for the average amount for a demon. You're lucky. Must've had an easy childhood." The boy said to her.
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