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Fandom: Alias
Characters: Sydney Bristow, Nadia Santos, Julian Sark, Irina Derevko, Arvin Sloane, Roberto Fox
Song: Gods and Monsters by I Am Kloot
Summary: “You ever think about him? About Roberto?” “Every day. If it weren’t for him, I don’t know who I’d be.” — A video exploring some of the parallels between Sydney/Sark/Nadia with main focus on the relationships they have with their mentors (Sloane/Irina/Roberto).
Content warnings: Death, violence, torture, flashing lights, spoilers (all seasons)
i don't ship vetvimes romantically or sexually but i DO constantly think about "sooner or later we're all someone's dog." absolutely unhinged comparison for angua to make and absolutely unhinged way to phrase it. vimes may not be in love with vetinari or even attracted to him at all (vimes reads as a total straightie to me tbh) but pterry said make no mistake he IS that man's dog. and yeah. he is
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.