the valiant never

signs as shakespeare quotes

Aries: Come not between the dragon and his wrath

Taurus: Dream in light years, challenge miles, walk step by step

Gemini: Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs

Cancer: If music be the food of love, play on

Leo: Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste death but once

Virgo: The earth has music for those who listen

Libra: We know what we are, but not what we may be

Scorpio: Though she be but little, she is fierce

Sagittarius: It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves

Capricorn: I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed

Aquarius: Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind

Pisces: We are such stuff that dreams are made on

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“Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.” 

Julius Caesar (Act ll, Scene ll)

Trafalgar Law, One Piece

choc0bunnyqueen  asked:

339 A time to grieve ψ( ` ∇ ´ )ψ I feel evil when I wake up from my nap xD Licht has passed away (he died while saving an animal) and Lawless wasn't able to do anything since it was during the day, Hyde saw the whole thing happen.

Title: Left Alone Again
Fandom: Servamp
Characters: Licht, Lawless
Summary: As many times as Lawless has stood before the face of death, has seen corpses pile up beneath his feet where he stood, he has never taken well to someone dying before their time.
Warnings: Major Character Death
Notes: You’re a cruel, cruel princess. But hey, this prompt was an interesting one. Thanks for the idea! And er, Lawless is probably my favorite to write tbh? Purple prose does not feel out of place with him, at any rate xD

“Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.”
- William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

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Baelfire, unsung hero
You are not forgotten

Valiant, and brave
Never wanton.

Sacrificing your hopes
For family so cherished

Beyond all worlds
Your worth hasn’t perished.

Indeed, a devotion
So real, so rare

Has captured the hearts
Of fans everywhere.

Bravest of knights
Soul of a prince

We honour you
Tho’ KitHo wince,

At their mistake
To banish your name

Incredulous denial
Of their shame,

Destroying a tale
Of true love rekindled

To satisfy the misguided
Fans were swindled.

Yet try as they may
Cannot erase

The truth of you
Nor pirate replace

Rilke’s Love Song
Of love and desire

Two strings one voice
Homage to Swanfire

The Four Founders sit down for their first Hogwarts feast.
  • Rowena Ravenclaw: Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
  • Salazar Slytherin: There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
  • Godric Gryffindor: Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
  • Helga Hufflepuff: ...you know, unquiet meals make ill digestions.
the valiant never taste of death but once

@emilyenrose was my 1500th follower and so gets a fic of her choosing; she asked for something with Fingon. This is a complement to and one man, in his time, plays many parts; it covers the same time period but the other host.

                                                           act i.

Elves could see eight colors, depending how you counted them. A prism split them, always in the same order: on one side the far-red that hot things gave off, the color of living things in Endorë’s dark. Then red, then orange, then yellow, then green, blue, violet, then true-purple. Flowers were often true-purple because bees could see it best.

That these were the only colors the Elves could see had been unknown to Aulë until the Noldor had advanced the study of light far enough to describe it, and then it had been a source of delight and astonishment to him. To Aulë there were a thousand colors visible when a prism split, hundreds to the side of far-red and hundreds on the other side of true-purple, colors that the stars spoke, colors that the Eldar could not see. The  range of light that Elven eyes captured was just a tiny sliver of the true thing; the whole was vast beyond comprehension.

It was dark now, and the only color was the far-red of shivering Elven bodies and the distant pinpricks of cold and unforgiving stars. The fire on the opposite shore had long since burned down and out. Findekáno had not moved since it had, but in the long night his thoughts had already hit all their notes - grief, anguish, hatred, betrayal - and now circled idly around this, around colors.

His skin was going grey with cold, but that barely registered. His breath kept clouding his view, then dissipating in Araman’s harsh winds; every time he imagined he would see something different on the other shore. Every time he saw nothing at all. 

Even if they now regretted it, which they assuredly did not, what would he see? It was too late. The ships had burned.

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the signs as shakespearian quotes
  • aries: "look like th' innocent flower, but be the serpent under 't"
  • taurus: "and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?"
  • gemini: "what's in a name? a rose by any other name would smell as sweet"
  • cancer: "when we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools"
  • leo: "self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting"
  • virgo: "there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so"
  • libra: "love all, trust a few, do wrong to none"
  • scorpio: "when words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain"
  • sagittarius: "cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once"
  • capricorn: "all the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players"
  • aquarius: "this above all; to thine own self be true"
  • pisces: "we are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep"

Oh the bravest fell, and the Requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide in the springing of the year
While the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few,
Who bore the fight that freedom’s light might shine through the foggy dew.

As back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go and I kneel and pray for you,
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew.

—  “Foggy Dew”, written by Canon Charles O’Neill sometime after 1919 to commemorate the Easter Rising.