#quote swap

[biblionerd07]

“I mean, it never even occurred to me that you could play video games with a guy and watch sports with him and, like, touch butts and stuff, all in one guy, like some kind of sexy Swiss Army knife.”

—Shane and Ilya about each other as they realize they have feelings.

[thekenobee]

If I throw away my shot, is this how you’ll remember me?

[minotaur-in-my-labyrinth]

[lousolversons]

Quote Swap - Hannibal NBC, S2E13.

[arielseaworth]

For herself, she wanted sleet and ice, howling winds, thunder to shake the very stones of the Red Keep. She wanted a storm to match her rage. (A Feast for Crows)

Quote Swap: Argella Durrandon + She wanted a storm to match her rage.

Her fury knew no bounds. She wanted a storm to match her rage. She wanted a tempest to drive the usurper out of Storm’s End, out of her castle. She wanted a howling gale to terrify the usurper out of his wits. She wanted an endless succession of thunder and lightning to wipe that smile off the usurper’s face, once and for all. She wanted a torrential rain heavy enough to drown the usurper where he stood.

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[fedonciadale]

John Steinbeck wrote an unfinished book on King Arthur and there I found an apt description of what it means to wield magic or possess magical items when not everybody has them.

I do think it shows quite well, why Da€nerys seems to work so well as a self -insert for several people, why her stans simply do refuse to see the frightening power she has with her dragons. Because it is such an alluring power fantasy!

In the book Lancelot is captured by three mighty sorceresses and remembers his childhood :

[Lancelot’s childhood memory] They put bags of sand against his back to keep him still. And as he lay wedged while his wrenched spine mended, his opponent grew treetop tall in the boy’s mind. Waking and asleep, the blunt spear wiped him from his horse until he found a poultice for his price. Under his left arm there was a tiny knob so small that only he knew it was there. Three turns to the right and half a turn back with the fingers of his left hand, and in mid-course he grew to a black cloud and overwhelmed the fourteen-year old. But the secret knob could do more than that. Two turns right and two left and he could fly and hover and dart. Sometimes in the joust he left his horse and flew ahead and struck the giant bay down - and last - a straight push in and he became invisible. He would wait anxiously to be alone in his sandbags to bring out his dream. It was odd that he had forgotten all about it when his real ability began to grow. And suddenly Lancelot, in the darkness of his prison, knew about magic and necromancy and those who practiced it. “So, that’s it,” he thought. “Poor things - poor unhappy things.” [John Steinbeck, The Acts of King Arthur and his Noble Knights, London 1976, 232f.]

Later he confronts the women who hold him against his will.

Lancelot stood up and then sat down again. “I am hungry,” he said. “There was not much mean on the bones you sent.”

“Why should there have been? The dogs had them first. Nevertheless, remember them. They may be your last food. Go on about fear.”

“Maybe it’s too simple, madame. But you know how children, when they are forbidden something they want, sometimes scream and storm and sometimes even hurt themselves in rage. Then they grow quiet and vengeful. But they are not strong enough to revenge themselves on the one they consider their oppressor. Such a one sometimes stamps on an ant, saying, ‘That’s for you, Nursie,’ or kicks a dog and calls him brother, or pulls the wings from a fly and destroys his father. And then, because this world has disappointed him, he builds his own world, where he is king, where he rules not only men and women and animals but clouds and stars and sky. He is inivisible, he flies. No authority can keep him in or out. In his dream he build not only a world but remakes himself as he would wish to be. I guess that’s all. Ususally he makes peace with the world and works out compromises so that the two will not hurt each other badly. There it is, you see.” - “What you say is true, but what then?” - “Well, some few do not make peace. And some of these are locked away as hopelessly insane and full of fantasay. But there are others more clever who, through black arts, learn to make the dream substantial. This is enchantment and necromancy. Not being wise enough or kind enough, the magic manufactured world does not function and many are injured and many killed by its ill design. And then rage comes as to the child, destructive rage, vindictive hate. There lies the fear, for wizards and witches are children, living in a world they made withouth the leavening of pity or the mathematics of organization. And what could be more frightening than a child with total power? A spear and sword are terrrible, God knows. That is why the knight who carries them is first taught pity, justice, mercy, and only last - force. “I am afraid, my ladies, for you are crippled, vengeful children with power. And i am your prisoner.” [Ibid. 242f.]

I had to share this, it just reminds me so much of Da€nerys and her dragons.

[wholesomeobsessive]

Still stuck on this idea

Crowley: It's like, who died and left Aristotle in charge of ethics?

Aziraphale: (pointing to the board) Plato!

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Eleanor: Didn't you have a flaming sword? Uh You did. It was flaming like anything. What happened to it? Lost it already, have you?

Chidi: Gave it away.

Eleanor: You what?

Chidi: I gave it away. There are vicious animals. It's going to be cold out there. And she's expecting already. And I said, "Here you go. Flaming sword. Don't thank me. And don't let the sun go down on you here". I do hope I didn't do the wrong thing.

Eleanor: Oh, you're an angel. I don't think you can do the wrong thing.

Chidi: Oh, thank you. It's been bothering me.

~

Aziraphale: I am in paradise! I should be doing paradise things, like rowing out on a lake with a good bottle of wine, reading French poetry.

Crowley: That's your idea of paradise?

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Eleanor: I’ll give you a lift, anywhere you wanna go.

Chidi: You go too fast for me, Eleanor.

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Crowley: There are way more things I hate about Aziraphale than like about him. His stupid Clark Kent glasses, his extensive turtleneck collection, oh, and he loves ethics so much. He once talked about John Rawls for two hours... I timed it. And he only stopped because he saw me timing him. Granted, he laughed, and kind of made fun of himself, it was a nice moment, but still. He always twitches his eyebrows when he says "absolutism," and he tilts his head whenever I say anything ignorant, but he never makes fun of me, which is nice. He's also incredibly patient, and kind, and surprisingly jacked, and, oh, fork, I'm in love with Aziraphale!

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[jonstarks]

I enjoy your gif-sets! Could you maybe make one of Political Jon with D/on Dragonstone with Sansa's quote to Lady Mormont 'I did what I had to to survive'? Thank you for being part of Jonsa fandom :)

Thank you so much! I love making them, and I think that quote work perfectly with Jon, but I need to warn you that I’m rather slow with aesthetic or gifset with quotes in it rather than making a canon parallels/foils gifset, I hope it’s okay with you :)