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Nebula and Gamora: adopted sisters, daughters of Thanos.

A MOMENT OF SILENCE FOR THE FILM THAT COULD HAVE BEEN, Nebula always turning her head to the side, rounding her shoulders, even her posture screaming I’m ready, let me prove myself to you, and Gamora, head high, facing forward, smirk always curling the edges of her mouth, Try it, fucker, I dare you. The two of them as teenagers, sharing space in one too-small shuttle pod, ferried to or from wherever their next training destination was, Gamora using her warm fingertips to trace dirty pictures into the condensation on the window while Nebula laughed softy along. The dark rage in Nebula’s eyes as Gamora clung to the door of their bedroom, pleading, It doesn’t have to be this way, he’s not our father, we don’t owe him anything, and the way they both replayed that moment in their heads, after — how it all could have gone so different. Nebula’s cold fury dissipating in the face of Gamora’s flinty defiance, the way she looks into her sister’s eyes and says, Kill me, fucker, I dare you; Gamora’s smirk twisting down into an honest smile, months later, to see Nebula walking towards her across a mostly deserted shuttle bay, head high, shoulders squared, peace like sweet birdsong in the hollow of her throat. 

You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.

Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone — profusely. But don’t apologize for being who you are.

– danielle laporte  (via realdwntomars)