Name: Glow

Age: 15

Occupation(s):

-Jedi Master, full-time

-Keyblade Master, part-time

-Ray of Sunshine on YOUR LIFE, self-employed

-Disney Princess

Search your heart, you know it to be true.

Label: None that I know of!

Favorite Movies: Joshua (not the horror movie, the Christian movie), Enchanted, The Last Mimzy, Freedom Writers, Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Bridge to Terabithia, Amazing Grace, Fullmetal Alchemist: Conqueror of Shamballa, Left Behind, Signs, The Village, and The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe.

Movies I'm Looking Forward To:

-Inkheart

-Prince Caspian

Disliked Movies: Aquamarine, Horror Movies in general, and stuff like 'Mean Girls'.

Hello.

Why, yes, I am going to be one of those aggravating people with too much stuff on my profile.

Enjoy~

Serious

"So this is how liberty dies. With thunderous applause." ~Padme, Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith

"Never, never, never give up." ~Winston Churchill

Giselle: Is this a habit of yours? Falling off of stuff?
Robert: Only when you're there to catch me.

Robert: -singing to Giselle along with the bandleader at the ball- Now you're beside me, and look how far we've come. So far, we are, so close.

John Keating: They're not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their oyster. They believe they're destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? - - Carpe - - hear it? - - Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary.

John Keating: No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

Aslan: If the Witch understood the true meaning of sacrifice, she would have interpreted the deep magic differently. That when a willing victim who has committed no treachery, is killed in a traitor's stead, the stone table will crack, and even death itself will go backwards.

Aslan: To the glistening eastern sea, I give you Queen Lucy the Valiant. To the great western woods, King Edmund the Just. To the radiant southern sun, Queen Susan the Gentle. And to the clear northern sky, I give you King Peter the Magnificent.

Funny

Sora: Why does sand immediately mean Destiny Islands?
Kairi: I think it’s a combination of fangirl logic and convenient forgetting of Atlantis.
Riku: Oh, sure, none of the other worlds out there had sand on them. Ever.
Kairi: Maybe the sand reeks of destiny. ~Anna in Kingdom Land Sporking

I grinned, my face being bright red. “Riku is very pretty.” I giggled, drawing out the ‘e’ sounds.

Kairi and Sora: -burst into peals of laughter-
Riku: Stop that!
Sora: -mimicking Riku- I feel preeeetty~
Kairi: Oh so preeeetty~
Sora: I feel preeeetty and witty and gaaaaay~
Riku: -smacks Sora upside the head- ~ More of the Anna in Kingdom Land Sporking

“He was in here a minute ago getting a snack, but he said he had something to do this afternoon,” Demyx asked. “He’s probably with Axel.”

“OH HO HO!” Larxene burst out giggling. “He’s with Axel?”

“Yes—they got the PS2 working again yesterday,” Demyx nodded, very sure of himself as Luxord and Xaldin eyed their female colleague, curious at her outburst. ~Those Lacking Spines

“Xaldin,” he said, nodding respectfully. “Good afternoon.”

“Afternoon? Is it really?” Xaldin replied. The sky was always dark outside, hell if he knew how to tell.

“I am not sure. It feels like an afternoon,” Lexaeus shrugged. ~Those Lacking Spines

“I absolutely refuse on grounds of favoritism!” Vexen snapped. “Lexaeus gets to search a big, well-lit tourist center. You get an observation tower out in the open. I have to go into a darkened alley and bust my way into crumbling ruins, ninety-nine percent likely to be booby-trapped or haunted or otherwise absolutely deadly?”

“Who’s playing favorites?” Lexaeus asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s HER,” Vexen snarled. “She’s LAUGHING at me.”

“Meet you back out here, Vexen,” Xaldin said with a sigh, motioning for Lexaeus to follow him towards their respective destinations.

“She is going to PAY for this!” Vexen screamed into the dark night.

“Vexen hasn’t really been the same after that cake incident, has he?” Lexaeus remarked a bit wistfully to Xaldin.

“Darkness save his empty soul,” Xaldin mumbled under his breath. ~Those Lacking Spines

Prince Edward: Giselle!
-leaps off a bridge, begins to sing-
Prince Edward: I've been dreaming of a...
-a group of cyclists collide with Prince Edward, everyone collapses- ~Enchanted

Giselle: -singing- How does she know...
Robert: Awe, no, no, no.
Giselle: You love her? / How does she know...
Robert: People l-look-looking.
Giselle: She's yours?
Robert: -interrupting- Don't sing. It's OK, you know. Let's just walk. Can we walk?
Giselle: -speaks- Well, does she?
Robert: Yeah. ~Enchanted

Prince Edward: -threatening Robert with his sword- Have you any last words before I dispatch you?
Robert: You have got to be kidding me!
Prince Edward: Strange words!

Giselle and the other people at Central Park all start singing
Robert: How do you all know this song? I've never heard this song before!

Queen Narissa: -transforms into a dragon- Well, I'll need a story for when I go back to Andalasia. How about "a huge monster appeared and killed everyone, and poor Queen Narissa barely escaped". I think I'll start with the girl who started it all!
Robert: -jumps in front of Giselle- Over my dead body!
Queen Narissa: -shrugs- Ok, I'm flexible.
-grabs Robert-

Robert: Would you like me to call someone for you?
Giselle: I don't think they would hear you from here.

Giselle: Why are you staring at me?
Robert: I don't know. It's just that... it's like you escaped from a Hallmark card or something.
Giselle: Is that a bad thing?

Prince Edward knocks on a random door in Robert's apartment building, trying to find Giselle
Pregnant Woman with Kids: -taking in Edward's "Prince Charming" getup- ... You're too late.
Prince Edward: -stricken- My apologies.

Giselle: Oh, it's you.
Prince Edward: Yes, it's me. And you are?
Giselle: Giselle.
Prince Edward: Oh, Giselle! We shall be married in the morning!

Giselle: He's here!
Robert: Apparently.
Giselle: How do I look?
Robert: Slightly stunned.

Prince Edward: -talking to a TV- Magic Mirror. I beg you. Tell me where she is!
Mary Ilene Caselotti: -on TV- Reporting from 116th and Broadway.
Prince Edward: One hundred and sixteenth and Broadway!
-hugs the TV-
Prince Edward: Thank you mirror!
-kisses it and runs off-

Neil: -Neil finds Todd sitting alone on the roof- Hey!
Todd Anderson: Hey.
Neil: What's going on?
Todd Anderson: Today's my birthday.
Neil: Is today your birthday? Happy birthday!
Todd Anderson: Thanks.
Neil: What'd you get?
Todd Anderson: -indicating the desk set lying beside him- My parents gave me this.
Neil: Isn't this the same desk set ...
Todd Anderson: Yeah. Yeah, they gave me the same thing as last year.
Neil: Oh... maybe they thought you needed another one.
Todd Anderson: Maybe they weren't thinking about anything at all. The funny thing is about this is, I didn't even like it the first time.
Neil: Todd, I think you're underestimating the value of this desk set.
-He picks it up-
Neil: I mean, who would want a football or a baseball...
Todd Anderson: ...or a car...
Neil: Or a car, if they could have a desk set as wonderful as this one? I mean, if I were ever going to buy a desk set... twice... I would probably buy this one. Both times! In fact, its shape... it's rather aerodynamic, isn't it?
-he walks to the edge of the roof-
Neil: You can feel it. This desk set wants to fly!
-he hands it to Todd-
Neil: Todd? The world's first unmanned flying desk set.
-Todd throws it off the roof - papers fly everywhere and things crash and clatter to the ground-
Neil: Oh my! Well, I wouldn't worry. You'll get another one next year.

Keating is standing on his desk
John Keating: Why do I stand up here?
Dalton: To feel taller!
John Keating: No!
Dings a bell with his foot
John Keating: Thank you for playing Mr. Dalton. I stand upon my desk to remind myself that we must constantly look at things in a different way.

John Keating: I was the equivalent of a 98lb weakling! I would go to the beach and people would kick copies of Byron in my face!

John Keating: I SOUND MY BARBARIC YAWP OVER THE ROOFTOPS OF THE WORLD.

John Keating: Mr. Meeks, learn to inherit the earth.

Student in class: -reading his poem- "A cat sat on a mat"
John Keating: Congratulations. You may have just written the first poem to get a negative score on the Pritchard scale.

Susan Pevensie: Gastrovascular... Come on, Peter. Gastrovascular.
Peter Pevensie: Is it Latin?
Susan Pevensie: Yes.
Edmund Pevensie: Is it Latin for "worst game ever invented"?
-Susan shuts her dictionary-
Lucy Pevensie: We could play hide and seek?
Peter Pevensie: But we're already having so much fun
-looks at Susan-

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