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i am increasingly frustrated here. i’m not going to delete this blog but i’m going to put it on hiatus for a bit (probably delete most of my drafts) if anyone wants to write i’ll probably be easier to find on disc/ord so im me for that if we’re mutuals 

i’ll be on @resistanceheir

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i am increasingly frustrated here. i’m not going to delete this blog but i’m going to put it on hiatus for a bit (probably delete most of my drafts) if anyone wants to write i’ll probably be easier to find on disc/ord so im me for that if we’re mutuals 

i’ll be on @resistanceheir

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i am increasingly frustrated here. i’m not going to delete this blog but i’m going to put it on hiatus for a bit (probably delete most of my drafts) if anyone wants to write i’ll probably be easier to find on disc/ord so im me for that if we’re mutuals 

i’ll be on @resistanceheir

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LEWIS TAN

Codladh Sámh (Wu Assassins 1x05).

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SANTIAGO CABRERA AS CRISTÓBAL RIOS  STAR TREK: PICARD 1.06 

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“YES,  EVERYTHING’S…  IT  IS  GOOD  NEWS,”     it  is  glad  news,  but  complicated  in  its  nature.  emboldened  by  the  shut  door,  she  dares  a  step  closer  to  him  and  raises  his  hands  to  her  lips.     “good     &     difficult  in  equal  measure,”     it  would  be  easier  to  simply  tell  him  and  explain  away  the  minutiae  once  it  was  out  in  the  open.  especially  considering  she’d  already  thought  of  most  of  the  solution.  brushing  a  kiss  against  his  knuckles  she  smiles  wide,  though  knit  eyebrows  convey  her  hesitance  in  her  excitement.  lowering  their  hands  again  to  be  hidden.     “i  am  with  child,  again,”     certainly  he  understands  her  hesitance  in  this,  she  hopes.  for  various  reasons  beyond  even  just  the  weight  of  the  public  eye.  she’d  suffered  too  many  miscarriages  to  allow  her  hopes  to  raise  too  high.     “i  should’ve  waited  until  tonight  to  tell  you,  but  the  physician  just  left,  and…”     she  blushes  a  little,  amused  with  herself,  distracting  her  eyes  with  their  joined  hands.     “and  i  might  have  been  over  -  eager  to  tell  you.”

his eyes soften when they’re alone, they always do, it’s taken him a while to learn to keep them guarded when the other ministers or courtiers are around. hiding any part of his heart, especially this considerable part, is not something that comes naturally to aramis. “i love good news.” they get so little of it most of the time. his thumb brushes along her hand, even this small touch still feels like a secret, sometimes dangerous and precious, but he wouldn’t drop her hand for anything. and when she speaks he inhales sharply, going incredibly still. “child?” the word is a whisper, no, it’s a prayer. one he had never actually thought to allow himself before. his hand pulls from her’s and lands on her stomach, though he knows he won’t feel anything. another child. “you’re certain?” he looks to her, eyes wide and shining like he is much younger than he actually is. 

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choralsung​:

A  CHUCKLE  SNORTS  OUT  OF  HIM  AT  THAT.     begrudgingly,  and  without  lifting  his  eyes  to  meet  aramis’.  he  is  resolute  in  his  anger;  at  least  until  he’s  given  an  apology,  or  an  admittance  to  wrongdoing.  athos  and  d’artagnan  had  been  so  easy  in  their  reunions,  as  if  aramis  had  never  abandoned  them,  and  acted  as  if  he’d  been  silly  for  staying  angry.     “that  was  never  proven,”     he  huffs,  gaze  still  trained  on  the  gun  between  his  hands.  afraid  that  he’d  forgive  him  too  quickly,  should  he  look  at  him  too  long.     “besides,  i’ve  got  four  years  of  battle  on  you.  had  to  get  athos  and  d’artagnan  out  of  some  tough  scrapes  while  you  were  off  babysitting.”

he tries not to let his hurt shine through, it won’t do any good, and he doesn’t want porthos to forgive him because of guilt he wants that forgiveness because he’s made it up to. but it’s not as easy as that, not for aramis, because he believes that going to the church had been the right choice in that moment. he could not fully regret it, though he did regret leaving his friends to fight a war alone. he should have been with them. “you once said i was the best shot in the regiment, you may have forgotten but i certainly haven’t.” he says the words fondly, the memory of that day colored beautifully in his mind despite the fact that they had, in fact, been torturing someone. “babysitting requires a lot of aim and patience, especially with kids like those.” he is still protective of his charges. “would you like a competition?” 

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                                                        WITH WIND AND GOLD

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“Are you happy?”

Anna Karénina (2013)

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S03E06

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swanode​:

She really doesn’t know what to do, how to respond. Why does this have to be so damn complicated? She loves him, and she always will, but he’d broken her heart. But then there’s their daughter. Angelique is clinging to her skirts, staring up at her father with wide brown eyes. Odette thinks she looks more and more like Aramis every day, and it’s bittersweet. At least nobody has questioned her parentage yet. Why would they, when nobody but a few of Odette’s most trusted friends and servants knew of her affair with Aramis? She stays silent for a few moments, looking down at her daughter before looking back up at Aramis. “I… I missed you. I didn’t think it was possible to miss someone so much,” she says before sighing softly. “I suppose you should meet your daughter.”

he loved her so much it was like a physical pain to be separated from her. but he had believed, truly believed, that it was what god had wanted for him, for all of them, in that moment. who was he to deny god’s will? his belief was strong, always had been, even if he was no destined to serve the church, it was still strong. but if that was not what he was meant to do, if he was here to be a soldier for france, does that mean he is still allowed to love her? he hopes so. reaching out, his hand goes to her cheek, just resting their gently, before his attention is drawn to the child at her feet. breath explodes from him, somewhere between a sigh and sob, and he goes down to his knee in front of her. “hello, little one.” he stays where he is despite the desire to wrap his arms around her. she looks so much like him, like his mother, but he sees so much of odette in her it takes his breath away. “my name is aramis.”

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swanode​:

Eyes close for a moment as she takes a deep breath. She doesn’t doubt his words for a second; she knows that he’d take her way from here the second she asks him to. Having someone who loves her so much is thrilling. But what would happen if they did run away? She can imagine it now: no more hiding, a home, a family. It’s what she wants more than anything. She wants him more than anything. But she can’t leave. She can’t do that to her father. It would break his heart. She’s the only person he has left after her mother’s death, and she can’t just leave him. Aramis can understand that, can’t he? He has his own responsibilities with the Musketeers. She couldn’t ask him to leave them behind. A soft sigh leaves her lips as he tucks her hair behind her ear, and she gently takes hold of his hand. “I can’t, Aramis. Where would we even go?”

even as he’d said it he knew it wasn’t possible. not really. they could physically leave, make a new life, but part of them would always be in paris. and what would happen as the years went on? would they grow to resent the lives they had to give up for one another? aramis is certain that he would always love her, but he also loves being a musketeer, and he loves this city. he wouldn’t be happy in a quite, slow place. and he doubted odette would either. they needed the noise and people of this place, they just want it together. but they could imagine, couldn’t they? leaning down, he pressed his lips to her cheek, wrapping his arm around her waist to pull her against his chest. “i don’t know, somewhere warm and sunny.”

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burnselfs​:

𝙧𝙮𝙚  𝙞𝙨  𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧  𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣  𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠,  𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩  𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚  𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮  𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚  𝙤𝙣  𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨  𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥.   but he acts so young, like some of the teenagers he remembers mikas running around with when he was a little kid.  they were loud and brash, barreling through any and everything that got in their way.  there was a dangerousness to them that’s not there with rye, however;  he’s just …  himself.  that’s scary enough for garrick, however, who’s just trying to stay as easy and invisible as he can while working on the ninahva. 

“  𝗶𝘀 …  𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲  𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲  𝘁𝗼  𝗱𝗼  𝗼𝗻  𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀  𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽?  ”    he asks quietly, looking up from the dishes for just a moment.  after he finishes his duties, it is terribly boring sometimes …  and the quiet sometimes doesn’t make for the most restful of nights.  he’s told them all he can’t read  —   no cabin boy without a real name would be so educated  —   and none of garrick’s other, old hobbies are feasible on a ship like this. 

he grew up wild, just on the right edge of feral, and that he knows how to live in regular society is proof enough of his desire to get away rom that life. but you can’t just outgrow that quickly, besides rye finds so much of the things people consider adult boring. he knows who he is, at least in some ways, and he takes care of himself and the people he cares about. why should he hide his energy, the way he needs to be moving, flying, anything that’s not sitting still. maybe that’s why he finds it so strange to watch bo, it’s like he has all the stillness that rye lacks.

“i mean, not as much as there’s to do when we’re in a city, but you gotta figure something out because i’m bored just looking at you.” rye spends his free time playing games on a datapad he stole from someone years ago, or building up new plans for guns. he’s no educated in a way rich people might see it, but he knows how things work. “what’s fun for you? what do you like to do?”