All In The Game

Physics graduate student ranting about science and other musings

sagansense:

liberatingreality:

“I have no country to fight for; my country is the earth, and I am a citizen of the world" - Eugene V. Debs


#astronautsBRO

sagansense:

liberatingreality:

I have no country to fight for; my country is the earth, and I am a citizen of the world" - Eugene V. Debs

#astronautsBRO

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Since that day, Brienne had been like one half-dead. Even calling her “wench” failed to provoke any response. The strength is gone from her. The woman had dropped a rock on Robin Ryger, battled a bear with a tourney sword, bitten off Vargo Hoat’s ear, and fought Jaime to exhaustion…but she was broken now, done.

- Brienne’s reaction to Catelyn’s death

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tyvian:

I pledge my life and honor to the Night’s Watch, for this night, and all the nights to come.

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fuckyeahlemurs:

Lemur (by Maëlick)

fuckyeahlemurs:

Lemur (by Maëlick)

You’ll kill your own father in the privy?

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aryastarkc:

"Do you mean to make me beg, bitch? The gift of mercy… avenge your little Michael…"
"Mycah." Arya stepped away from him. "You don’t deserve the gift of mercy."
[…] Maybe some real wolves will find you, Arya thought. Maybe they’ll smell you when the sun goes down. Then he would learn what wolves did to dogs. “You shouldn’t have hit me with an axe,” she said. “You should have saved my mother.” She turned her horse and rode away from him and never looked back once.

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the pack survives.

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She walked fast, to keep ahead of her fear, and it felt as though Syrio Forel walked beside her, and Yoren, and Jaqen H’ghar, and Jon Snow.

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The enemy was emerging from the forest, from the east, the northeast, the north; three great columns of heavy horse, all dark glinting steel and bright wool surcoats. Not the men of Eastwatch, those had been no more than a line of scouts. An army. The king? Jon was as confused as the wildlings. Could Robb have returned? Had the boy on the Iron Throne finally bestirred himself?

Robert, Jon thought for one mad moment, remembering poor Owen, but when the trumpets blew again and the knights charged, the name they cried was "Stannis! Stannis! STANNIS!

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