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This is sooo beatiful!!

NOTHING LIKE THIS FEELING BABY (now that i found you)

Lines that slap in The Glory

"There's a type of hatred that's similar to longing. It's impossible to stop."

"There will be no mercy, so there will be no glory either."

"You should go to heaven when you die, because your life here will be hell."

"I'll be your executioner. I'll join your sword dance. Tell me what do you want me to do first? How do you want me to do it? Who do you want me to kill first?"

"I haven't even gotten started yet. Why are you kneeling already? How will you beg later?"

"When you play Go, you display your desires in silence. You seduce and get seduced. You strip each other bare. And if your opponent doesn't reciprocate, then it just becomes a game of Go."

"You must be punished. If God is on your side, it'll be a punishment. If God is on my side, it'll be a judgment."

"Blindly pursuing morals and good will only brings you false glory, nothing more."

"At some point, one needs to choose what kind of person they'll become."

"Everyone makes mistakes. But you never find a solution in the past. It's always in front of you."

Es demasiado bonito para mí pobre corazón

Morgan Stark’s password for everything is “I love you 3000” and her phone’s passcode is 3000. She names stuffed animals after the Avengers and dreams about how her dad fought bad guys and saved the world. She likes to talk to Uncle James about when her daddy and him attended MIT together, sometimes Peter is there. Peter brings her cookies every Thursday that his aunt May made for him and herself to share. Cassie Lang and her dad come over once in awhile too. They bring tiny ants that are oh so adorable. There’s a man named Steve that visits a ton, he says he worked with Morgan’s daddy but he looks way too old to be her daddy’s friend. Uncle Sammy and Bucky bring her stuffed animals to add to her collection even when her mommy says no. Mr. Strange teaches her how to read and brings her new books every other Sunday, he says schooling is important. The guardians fly over once in awhile. They bring stars and aliens and rocks that Morgan has never seen before. She decides she wants to be an astronaut. She wants to see space and it’s endless possibilities. Happy tells her stories of how her daddy made new things so people could one day see space. He even went to space once or twice. He saved the world with the things he made. Her mommy says that’s why everyone sees them all the time: they loved her daddy. She hopes to one day be as loved as him.

She wants to be just like him.

La historia de cómo morí en dos segundos.

dinluke galaxy’s edge canon

revenge of the sith is hilarious, imagine getting up one day as a jedi knight faithful to the republic with a secret wife, and then proceed to have a day that is so ridiculously bad getting dismembered isn't even the end of it. by the end of the day you're a jedi butcher, servant of the empire, bereft of all limbs and your lungs and your face and your voice, your wife is dead, and you're seven feet tall now, that is RIDICULOUS. between the shock and incredible physical trauma, the second palpatine says padme's dead and vader has his defeated screech to the heavens, i think he just topples over like someone's felled an omnicidal redwood tree

It’s very beatiful and sadness

Stay Alive

“Where’s the kid?!” Tony doesn’t bother keeping his voice low as he barges into the room of the medbay. Nurses murmur and try to speak to him, but all he could see was Peter. Peter lying flat on the bed, hands gripping his chest where the white bandages wrap tightly. What hurts more is that he’s not even Spider-Man. He’s just Peter Parker.

Tony doesn’t snap back until Stephen Strange steps in front of him.

“Tony, you need to calm down. You can see him but–”

“Is he going to make it?” Tony interrupts, trying to move forward but is caught by the arm.

“Tony.” Strange says in a low voice. He looks Tony dead in the eye, and he can see the apology in them. “Tony, I did everything I could, but he was already infected when he got here. His healing factor is trying to kick in, but if it doesn’t heal soon…”

Tony sucks in a shallow breath, fighting his brain, because there was no way he was watching his kid die today. No way he was watching this stupidly brave kid bleed out from a gunshot wound because he was too much of a hero. Nope. Not today.

He finally shakes Stephen off, and the multiple nurses scurry away like a flock of birds. He makes it to the hospital bed, and watches as Peter takes shallow breaths.

“Peter?” Tony coos as he takes a knee at his side. Peter stirs, groaning softly as he turns to face him.

“Tony.” Peter responds tearfully. “Tony, I didn’t–I didn’t mean–”

“Shh, Petey. I know.” Tony brushes his curls away from his face. “Save your strength, little man.”

“He–He was gonna kill that k-kid.” Peter explains, cough hashly and sucking in chipped breaths. “He was so s-scared.” Tony doesn’t know who shot his kid, but they sure as hell aren’t getting away with it.

“You did good, kid. You did so good.” Tony cups his face gently. “Just stay alive.”

Tony moved to cradle the kid’s head as he listened to the faint beeping of the heart monitor. Peter gripped Tony’s arm with cold hands, gasping tearful apologies and whimpers of pain.

“Peter!” May’s voice echoes off the walls of the room. She’s crying openly as she rushes next to Tony, holding Peter’s other hand tightly. “Peter, baby, what happened?”

Peter moves his hand to cup her face, as if it was the last thing he was ever going to see.

“May–May, I’m-I’m sorry.” He bites out, wincing.

“Oh, baby, it’s okay.” She says back, and Tony puts an arm around her. Peter pulls them both closer.

“It–It hurts. I need–need it to stop.” Peter cries. May moves up and kisses his forehead.

“Everything will be okay, baby. Just stay with us.” Her voice is clogged with tears. Tony’s start to fall.

“I love you.” Peter whispers. His voice is unusually stoical. He looks at May, then Tony. It’s meant for him too.

Time goes into slow-motion.

It feels like he’s watching from far away, but he’s right there.

His hands go limp; his left one falls from May’s face, his right goes slack in Tony’s.

His head rolls back despite Tony keeping it up-right. The beeping fades into a flat-line but it’s all white noise.

Someone is screaming. It’s May.

Someone is shouting “no.” It’s himself.

May grips her…son with such vigor, like he’s a lifeline. Goddammit, he’s all that woman had left.

People are pulling them away, and he fights so hard to keep Peter in his arms, but it’s no use. Whoever it was (Strange?) knows what they’re doing. Pepper has her arms wrapped around May, who hasn’t stopped screaming. Tony finds himself with Rhodey (when the hell did he get here?), on the floor. He can feel it in his chest that he’s shouting but he can’t hear it.

It’s all fuzz.

His boy is gone.

Kieran, Cristina and Mark from The Dark Artifices by @cassandraclare

I love them way too much  😭 😭 😭

Quería amarte, no pude.

Me lastimaste con tu indiferencia y me hiciste darme cuenta de que debía amarme a mi antes que amarte a ti.

-Yuesainte-