“I know when I’m awake and when I’m asleep,” Ronan Lynch said.
Adam Parrish, curled over himself in a pair of battered, greasy coveralls, asked, “Do you?”
Ronan made an ugly sound of scorn or mirth. He was like Cabeswater: a maker of dreams. If he didn’t know the difference between waking and sleeping, it was because the difference didn’t matter to him. “Maybe I dreamt you,” he said.
“Thanks for the straight teeth, then,” Adam replied.
" But they love each other. Isn’t that what love means? That you’re supposed to be there for the other person to turn to, no matter what?"
Cause you’re so dark, babe
But I want you hard
You’re so dark, babe
You must know… surely, you must know it was all for you. You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I’d scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.
Marvel Myths: The Winter Soldier as AresHe is the God of War, emptied and hollowed of all that made him human, what remains is savageness, is bloodlust, is the cruelty of a bullet singing towards you in a single curved arc. He is mechanized divinity, a militarized messiah. Deified and mythologized, men pray at his alters and chain him to their human whims. He is the epitomization of a battlefield, an army, a war whose cause is irrelevant in the face of this: a death toll that rises with each time his name is torn from another’s lips. “He’s a ghost, you’ll never find him.” (written by Emma )