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// Reasons Quorra is great:
punky street racer meets Joan of Arc
freedom fighter against an oppressive system
impatient at board and video games like??
she’s probably that quiet chick at the party who gets invited to play Smash Bros. and then gets super into it and winds up screaming in rage at the TV
big into classical literature
nature is so cool?? talk to her about sunshine and she will be so happy !
but she is also fully capable of cutting off your leg and beating you to death with it
has tattoos / birthmarks made of actual light you can’t tell me that’s not bad ass
regenerates limbs on occasion??
10/10 v stylish let her re-code your hair for you !
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abouttiime:
❝ Ah…. oh, the– ❞ That made sense, but Marty hadn’t exactly been thinking clearly. If he had, his issue might’ve been taken care of sooner. ❝ I haven’t. Done this before. But… ❞ He’s looking at the controls, really beginning to take it all in, as he speaks. ❝ Um… I’m a pretty fast learner… ❞ Although if he’s honest, he’s a little nervous now at hearing her mention the power of the bike. He was in trouble enough as it was, no need to make it worse by driving the thing and hoping for the best, which, admittedly, hadn’t always worked for him in the past.
❝ You know, you’re right. I’m just gonna– um, not– not try to– it’s a little different… than I thought. ❞
It’s endearing to see him fumble, in a strange sort of way. She should be more worried about a program so out of place in the system-- he might have a dangerous GLITCH-- but she’s smiling regardless.
“Don’t worry-- it’s pretty easy to get the hang of a light cycle. They’re not user-friendly as, say, a rover-- and the power can take you by surprise if you don’t know what you’re doing-- but the speed and maneuverability can’t be beat.”
She abandons her own bike to help him dismount and deactivate the cycle. With a press of a button, the entire thing disappears in trails of light and circuitry-- it folds up neatly into a thin baton that she presents to him.
“Where are you FROM?”
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lieutenantbae:
“uh, well. it’s actually my son’s.” bb8 rocks back and forth anxiously, but it clearly doesn’t see the woman as a THREAT. that’s some relief; this whole place is tripping her out. “but —– yeah. yes. of course.” a beat. “he likes you.”
She’s like a child seeing her first puppy as she kneels down, reaching a tentative hand in the droid’s direction. It isn’t particularly warm or soft, but as her fingers stroke lightly over the weathered metal of its dome, it’s clear that BB8 still holds the same fascination for Quorra.
“He and I aren’t so different. We’re both programs-- just in different CASING. But you’re not a program, are you? You don’t have any circuitry.”
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@therealricksanchezpleasestandup
“Please-- give me my disc back. I need it. I’ll lose my MEMORY without it.”
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@arkhevia
She knows she shouldn’t stare, but she can’t help it-- she’s seen wings before, but never anatomically ATTACHED.
“-- Is it hard to sit back in chairs?”
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@starxmom
“I’ve never heard music like this before ! Where I come from everything’s so-- repetitive. This has so much LIFE to it.”
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Startercall?
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i am groot?
Pick a meme, any meme!@arborsentiens
She’s never seen lights like these before.
ISOs are, by nature, a bio-luminescent species. LIGHT runs through her veins, colors her body in markings beneath the skin– but it’s a cold light, just like everything else. The entirety of her existence has been wrapped up in towers of glass and steel– a synthetic world defined by perfect order.
The lights conjured up by Groot, though, are warm and soft– as though they reflect the living essence of their maker. She’s utterly captivated, head craned back like an eager child. She finds herself reaching up and plucking one of the lights out of the air– as if she might be able to harness its WARMTH for another day in the black and barren wasteland of the Grid– but it winks out of existence immediately, and she’s left with nothing more than a sigh.
She’s READ about trees in Flynn’s books, of course. Classical literature paints a romantic portrait of the world of the users, filled with light and color and sound and– above all else– chaos. Groot is a product of that chaos– the essence of LIFE itself– and in all her wildest dreams she never could have conjured up something so beautiful as he. Descriptions of trees have been difficult to fathom at best: gnarled and twisted things, jagged, rough, brittle brown BONES reaching up toward the sky. These are the images that have danced in her mind, dappled with splashes of a green so vivid and lush she can only think of the neon lights in the plaza and hope they look like leaves in sunlight–
—- But somehow, in the midst of all these images that seem so hostile to the mind’s eye, there’s an intrinsic love among the Users for their trees. And only in seeing Groot does it finally make sense. He’s gnarled and twisted and jagged and rough– YES. But the sum of his parts is somehow so much more– a beauty so unlike anything she’s ever seen that she can only stare, try to memorize every detail so the impression of his face will never fade.
She looks up again, wishing she could hold onto this moment– hold onto the light and the warmth and the chaos– forever.
“Is this what SUNLIGHT feels like?”
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ever dreamt of your female muse being a strong, independent VIKING WOMAN ? look no further
REPOST ; DON’T REBLOG !
tagged by: stole from @shauriofabydos
tagging: LIVE AND BE FREE
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Halsey — Hopeless Fountain Kingdom Album {Sentence Starters}
“I can put on a show.”
“Someone will love you.”
“Didn’t mean to leave you…”
“I’m finding it hard to leave.”
“I don’t wanna fight right now.”
“So, tell me where I went wrong.”
“But, I can put up one good fight.”
“I know you’re dying to meet me.”
“I need to know that you’re mine.”
“Motherfucker, don’t play with me!”
“Didn’t realize how mean I can be.”
“Please, don’t take this as a threat.”
“I don’t let him touch me, anymore.”
“Hands so bloody, tastes like honey.”
“You know we’re running out of time.”
“I’m about four minutes from a heart attack.”
“I walk my talk, no time for wishful thinking.”
“Would’ve gave it all for you, cared for you…”
“I haven’t found it yet, but I’m still searching.”
“He said that I never listen, but I don’t even try.”
“Someone will love you. But, ‘someone’ isn’t me.”
“I am a child of a money hungry, prideful country.”
“And I can tell you mean it, ‘cause you’re shaking.”
“He said ‘please don’t go away’. I said ‘it’s too late’.”
“I can’t stop wishing that I never gave you anything.”
“Now, if I keep my eyes closed he feels just like you.”
“I can’t stop thinking that I almost gave you everything.”
“All I’m saying is, if you don’t love me no more, then lie.”
“He said one day I’d realize why I don’t have any friends…”
“Baby, as soon as you meet me, you’ll wish that you never did.”
“I can’t believe that anybody ever really starts to fall in love with me.”
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// Also: people getting onto the Grid who aren’t supposed to be there and the Programs treating them like gods because they’re Users!! and maybe these people aren’t so great so they totally just roll with it.
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@lieutenantbae
“Your droid is so CUTE ! Can I play with him?”
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