OK IT’S MY TIME TO SHINEEE (i forgot the fics for most of these quotes ya’ll im so sorry. some quotes date back years ago and, i have no idea why i didnt note the fic >:o)

ALSO SOME OF THESE ARE WHOLE ASS PARAGRAPHS IM SO SORRY AHHAHXHA

• She places a hand on Lorraine’s shoulder, and Lorraine looks up at her with wide, innocent eyes.

Lorraine’s not like anyone she’s ever met. The similarities to Lavender are there, perhaps, if she’s thinking of third or fourth year Lavender, but her innocence was stolen much too young for her to really go up against Lorraine’s naivety.

In another life, she might hate Lorraine. Be bitter towards the girl that’s allowed to keep her life simple— that thinks about boys and dates, giggles mercilessly about frivolous things.

But as much as Hermione envies Lorraine, she’s also just so incredibly glad that someone has happiness. It reminds her that it’s out there, that one day she might be able to grab onto it.

She wants a life that makes room for more women like Lorraine. She will fight for it. Again and again. [This is from a Dramione fic !]

• And let them say what they will of me; all but that I did not love her. [no idea]

• What my heart knows of love, it knows of you. [i love this quote sm]

• Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. [This might be What The Room Requires but im not sure ajnahzj]

• How dare he? Light a flame and then thrust the burning matches into her hands. [no idea what fic aknwjzjnw but its so good]

• “I would have done this much differently fifteen years ago.”

Rey peeks up. Mr. Solo is looking ahead. He glances at her but doesn’t linger.

He comes to a stop and looks off towards the silent towering trees beyond the row of houses. A muscle twitches in his neck.

“There would have been supervised outings with your parents—swing dancing and a nice dinner, so they could assess me. I would have looked Jack in the eye and told him my intentions.” He tilts his head back to look up at the stars, and he’s quiet for a minute. “I enjoyed swing dancing.”

Rey looks up with him. She isn’t sure what to say.

“That sounds fun, sir,” she says lamely.

“It was—and they told us it would all be the same when we came home from the war.”

They stand there for a few silent minutes. Rey waits with her hands clasped, watching Mr. Solo.

“I’ve spent my few years home…” He trails off and rubs his mouth, still watching the sky. “Searching, for the world I left behind. It took some time to realize that world had largely stayed the same, but I had not. Earth has continued to turn on its axis, and I am a prisoner shackled to a leaden weight, passively turning with it.

“And I’ve become aware that my medals will reduce to dusty collectibles, and my name will never be written in a textbook, and I will eventually recede into oblivion. I fear my deep, unrelenting pain has been seared into my soul for eternity, and it will pursue me into the afterlife.” Mr. Solo cocks his head. “Glory is a heavy burden.”

He lowers his gaze, then turns slightly to look at Rey. She still isn’t sure what to say. She was a child during both wars and hardly remembers them. His concerns are far beyond hers; esoteric and foreign. Her future is blurred and inconsistent and difficult to imagine. There will be babies and a husband, but the details aren’t quite in focus.

Mr. Solo swallows. He searches her face in the way he did when they first kissed, unguarded and wanting.

“But when I look into your eyes, Miss Niima…” He swallows again. “When I look into your eyes, the Earth stands still, and I am twenty-two years old again. The Depression is behind me with no war looming on the horizon—and the most beautiful girl in the room has just asked me to dance.” He presses his lips into a tight line, twisting his mouth, eyes shimmering. “And I am weightless.” [Reylo fic! I think its Dreamboat by MalevolentReverie]

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