tvd: do not go gentle

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

—  Dylan Thomas, Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, 
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

anonymous asked:

I'm know I'm late but I have a prompt for you: description of an ordinary day or a meal time for Everlark and toastbabies. Bonus points if it is set in "Do Not Go Gentle" Universe -so, with Lucy and Eli like toastbabies ;

This takes place when Lucy is 8 and Eli is 4.

Eli is having a temper tantrum as I’m getting ready to leave.  Lucy is brushing her teeth in the bathroom and I’m putting some papers in my bag.  He wants to go to school – real school, not preschool anymore – and I know this isn’t going to be an easy morning for Katniss.

She gives me a pleading look and I glance at the clock.  I can help for a few minutes. 

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