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“You know who I really hate?” the bosmer asked as he looked up from his sketch. Miraak signed, glancing over at his little brother.
“You hate a lot of beings, mal zeymah, but I'd venture a guess that right now you’re referring to Ulfric Stormcloak.” Breyth nods fervently.
“Yeah, it’s Ulfric. Biggoted bastard somehow made the most racist place in skyrim even more racist than when i left for solstheim.” the youth leaned back in his chair, rubbing his face and groaning.
Rose Daughter by Robin McKinley
27 pages in and I can tell that lionheart is going to be my favorite character
nineteen eighty-four, part two chapter five, my copy pg. 166
Both of them knew - in a way, it was never out of their minds that what was now happening could not last long. There were times when the fact of impending death seemed as palpable as the bed they lay on, and they would cling together with a sort of despairing sensuality, like a damned soul grasping at his last morsel of pleasure when the clock is within five minutes of striking. But there were also times when they had the illusion not only of safety but of permanence. So long as they were actually in this room, they both felt, no harm could come to them. Getting there was difficult and dangerous, but the room itself was sanctuary.
*cries at how perfect this explains my V's view on Mu in that ridiculously abstract 'me' way*
"Yeah I mean love is awesome but it's so good that it hurts. It's like heroin. It's rarely worth it and u kinda become stagnated"
She wants to be famous, she wants to be free she wants to become, what you want her to be.
Another bit of bit Freddie & Patricia
"It made such a change from the whining cunts he was normally involved with, who wanted sexual gymnastics and then wanted his loyalty and his love.
As if.
Yet he would give it to this woman without second's thought, he would watch his step and even give up the strange, because the Patricia's of this world did not believe in second chances."
about Freddie & Patricia.
"But none wanted her more than Freddie Jackson, who would see her on his arm as a reflection on himself, Would see her as a step up, and who would walk away from Jackie and even Little Freddie if that was what ittook to get her full time.
She played him, and they both knew that. She let him think it was a possibility, then she would make him more than aware of the absurdity of the situation."
Another excerpt post.
"This was Siddy Clancy, and until now he had only ever heard the name. It was the Southeast equivalent of meeting a Hollywood star.
"I'll be in touch, OK?"
Freddie nodded once more and the car pulled away sharply, wheel spinning out of the car park and nearly causing an accident as it barrelled down Dagenham Heathway towards A13.
Freddie puffed up like some peacock. Grinning, he grabbed Jimmy in an arm lock and started singing, 'We're in the money.'
Jimmy caught up in the enthusasm, and sang along.
"Fucking hell, Fred, Siddy Clancy. What a turn up!"
Freddie was serious suddenly.
'He's a cunt, and I'm going to fuck him up.'
Jimmy wasn't sure he had heard right, Siddy Clancy was a bad man, a dangerous fuck. No One in their right mind would try to have him over, but he kept that pearl of wisdom to himself.
Freddieput a finger to his lips as he said, 'You keep this close to your chest, and you can work with him alongside of me. I'll show you the ropes, son. OK?'
Jimmy nodded as he expected to. But he felt cold all of a sudden. Those were heavy-duty people and they were not really in his class, but he kept his own counsel.
Inside the warmth of the pub Freddie made his way straight over to a crowd of girls who were drinking at the bar."
