17, Chatham Street,
Wednesday.
My dearest Mina,—
"I must say you tax me very unfairly with being a bad correspondent. I wrote to you twice since we parted, and your last letter was only your second. Besides, I have nothing to tell you. There is really nothing to interest you. Town is very pleasant just now, and we go a good deal to picture-galleries and for walks and rides in the park. As to the tall, curly-haired man, I suppose it was the one who was with me at the last Pop. Some one has evidently been telling tales. That was Mr. Holmwood. He often comes to see us, and he and mamma get on very well together; they have so many things to talk about in common. We met some time ago a man that would just do for you, if you were not already engaged to Jonathan. He is an excellent parti, being handsome, well off, and of good birth. He is a doctor and really clever. Just fancy! He is only nine-and-twenty, and he has an immense lunatic asylum all under his own care. Mr. Holmwood introduced him to me, and he called here to see us, and often comes now. I think he is one of the most resolute men I ever saw, and yet the most calm. He seems absolutely imperturbable. I can fancy what a wonderful power he must have over his patients. He has a curious habit of looking one straight in the face, as if trying to read one's thoughts. He tries this on very much with me, but I flatter myself he has got a tough nut to crack. I know that from my glass. Do you ever try to read your own face? I do, and I can tell you it is not a bad study, and gives you more trouble than you can well fancy if you have never tried it. He says that I afford him a curious psychological study, and I humbly think I do. I do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore. That is slang again, but never mind; Arthur says that every day. There, it is all out. Mina, we have told all our secrets to each other since we were children; we have slept together and eaten together, and laughed and cried together; and now, though I have spoken, I would like to speak more. Oh, Mina, couldn't you guess? I love him. I am blushing as I write, for although I think he loves me, he has not told me so in words. But oh, Mina, I love him; I love him; I love him! There, that does me good. I wish I were with you, dear, sitting by the fire undressing, as we used to sit; and I would try to tell you what I feel. I do not know how I am writing this even to you. I am afraid to stop, or I should tear up the letter, and I don't want to stop, for I do so want to tell you all. Let me hear from you at once, and tell me all that you think about it. Mina, I must stop. Good-night. Bless me in your prayers; and, Mina, pray for my happiness.
LUCY.
P.S.—I need not tell you this is a secret. Good-night again.
💋
Would you believe that I screenshoted this earlier today when I read it to send you:
... and then forgot?
You're here! Officially!! This was literally you telling me about yours and Mr Kate's love story 💌💋
(how cute is that Mina and Lucy are gossiping about hot boys and crushes 🥺💖 Lucy sounds so chirpy and happy 🥹 this is you to me 💙🧡)
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@mbsgifs Highlight MBS Week Day 3: Book/Episode
Before S.Q. could finish, Kate took a spectacular fall. Her feet shot out from under her; her arms and legs flew in every direction; her bucket clanged and scraped against the stone floor, sending up sparks; and at last — with her feet first in front of her and then somehow behind her — Kate tumbled and slid to a stop a few yards away from S.Q., where she did a very convincing job of rolling her eyes back into her head.
“Kate!” S.Q. cried, hurrying to check on her as the boys came running up. “Step back!” he ordered. “Give her room to breathe!”
- The Mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Stewart
The Great Kate SQ fall: This is my absolute favorite scene out of the whole series, and thus one of the many reasons why the first book will always be my favorite. This is a scene that played a major role in my life. I once recreated the iconic fall in fifth grade, and all the way through high school, I would constantly sneak up on my friends while shouting "SQ! SQ!" at the last minute
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KNIGHT I forgot to mention in my last ask,
But Team Plasma is looking for the three dragons, and they’ll eventually track down two of them to the twins
Imagine Ghetsis forcing the dragon out of Hilda/Hilbert for N to capture and fight with. And now the other dragon has to leave the other twins body, to help fight Ghetsis/N so his brother doesn’t end up dying
But if we want to make this even more angst-y. What if the host cannot survive without the dragon now? Like the dragon has taken so much energy for themselves that the human host will eventually die without them. But together they’ll be fine
So with the two dragons fighting each other again because of Ghetsis, Hilda and Hilbert are just trying not to die lmao and wishing the dragons would fuse with them again
And the same thing is going to happen again in two years, but with Iris this time :)). Girly is 12 and going to experience near death lol
SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP YOUR HONOUR THAT FUCKED ME UP LMFAOOOO BFMXBDNDND
God imagine if the twins got their dragons back, that became the reason they ran away tho, bc if that's gonna happen again, then they're surely gonna die, they're not gonna risk it again, so they ran away from Unova, hiding from Plasma, from Ghetsis, in fear that they're really gonna die
And god Iris just chxnbxnx
Cause like,,,, they got Kyurem locked up in the Frigate in the games yeah, fucking imagine them having Iris locked up too😭
God imagine how fucked up that was tho, them experimenting on Iris, trying to take Kyurem from her too, and how successful they almost were. Imagine as they were locked up, Kyurem's voice was ringing in her ears, in her head, repeating over and over again to kill them kill them kill them KILL THEM, YOU ARE THE GOD OF FATE, KILL THEM
God imagine Iris just fucking sobbing, one of the grunts hear, went to her and was pissed af for her crying, and he's there, grabbing her by her shirt, telling her to shut up, but Iris just,, stares at him with those gleaming golden eyes. Iris breathed out, a puff of cold smoke leaving her lips, she rasped out, "you.. dare.. hurt your.. god?" And before the grunt could react, he got impaled by a sharp icicle
Fucking imagine Iris just staring at the grunt's dead body. And Kyurem's voice rang again, telling her how powerful she was, look at the power you have, and still you refuse my help. Look at him. Look at him. Look at him now. He's dead because of you.
I'm pretty fckin sure homegirl really destroyed the Frigate from within lmfao, like, after that she probs hid in the Giant Chasm, fucking terrified and ashamed that she actually killed people, but she's there justifying it as Kyurem being the one to kill them, ofc, it was him who killed them, it was him who wanted them to die, it was his powers, it wasn't hers. Right..? But then again, they're sharing a body now, they're becoming a singular person each and every day, and she fucking hates it. Everything is so cold and so so painful it's so painful it hurts Arceus it hurts please just make it stop please make it stop
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