#Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow.

[pagetreader]

Every step was agony, but he persevered as Molly used every ounce of her strength to see him to the stables. As she fetched the saddles and he caught his breath, he wished he could find a better way to thank her for all this, for what she had been for his father in the absence of all three of his children.

Isaac didn't like the thought of leaving them both again, leaving her. Somehow it must have been some sort of providence that he'd found himself here as he lay dying, that Molly had stumbled upon him. Maybe their paths were as separated as he'd initially believed.

"Molly..." He began as she was saddling up the horse, unable to find the proper words to describe his gratitude and ultimately settling for, "Thank you..."

Then she kissed him again, this time with more fervency and he found himself reaching up to cradle her face. Lord above, he didn't want to pull away.

"Stay alive, you blunderbuss."

"I was about to tell you the same." he admitted, stealing one more kiss before struggling to mount, "Don't go back to the house. Go to Anna's or Reverend Tallmadge's place. You'll need an alibi to explain your absence."

A part of her wondered if they were all going to be arrested, but a more possessive part of her managed to push those thoughts aside, her only focus being on guiding Isaac further from the house. If she were in her senses rather than panic-stricken, she may have given thought to how close to one another they were, but in her fog of stubbornness and utter disdain for the King's men, in that moment she had forgotten all her anger towards her old friend, both the true and the faux sentiments.

Like nearly all the chores that evening, they'd forgotten to bring the horses in from the pasture, and Molly uttered a prayer of thanks under her breath as she led Isaac through the field, trying not to turn around and watch the torches the soldiers carried to illuminate the path to the barn.

"Quick, while they're inside."

The nearest horse to them was the draft; she half feared they'd spook the creature, but the grey beast was amiable enough once they drew nearer. "Stay here." She rose on the tips of her toes, guiding Isaac's arm so he could lean his weight against the horse. "I'll fetch the saddle."

The stables weren't terribly far, but they were nearer to the barn, so much so that Molly was convinced Isaac's shuffling would be a deafening sound if she'd led him here. She breathed a near silent curse as she fumbled slowly around the wooden boards of the outside stables, finally managing to find what she needed and brought it back to the field. She gritted her teeth, tightening the last of the straps around the draft's middle.

She was helping Isaac stand again, trying to give him aid in lifting himself into the saddle when she acted on impulse, rising on her toes once more, this time pressing her lips to his, without the hesitation she'd bore before.

"Stay alive, you blunderbuss." Despite her gentle gesture, there was no humor in her words.

[startrekuniverse]

STRANGE NEW WORLDS

[howifeltabouthim]

'He's looking for her . . . Not just looking . . . he's dying without her.'

Chris Whitaker, from All the Colors of the Dark

[ddarker-dreams]

Random question, just how insufferable would Chrollo be on Valentine's day?

oh god. he'd probably delight in whipping out all the classic maneuvers. bouquets of roses, teddy bears holding heart pillows, fruit arrangements, chocolate covered strawberries, a bottle of wine with a name you couldn't pronounce if you life depended on it. while he is feeling the romantic atmosphere (you wonder if he ever isn't?), he's mostly doing this to get a rise out of you.

if he hasn't scooped you up yet, expect for all of this to get sent to your workplace or home. chrollo wants others to gush about your 'secret admirer' since it puts you in an even more precarious position. all you can really do is awkwardly laugh and try to brush it off, not wanting to linger on the subject.

he also throws in a handmade card for good measure. it isn't signed, but it doesn't need to be. it's your favorite quote written in stunning calligraphy. the letters are red, smelling faintly metallic. you probably don't want to know what ink he used.

basically, he's having a good day, you are not.

[motley-cunt]

The blackbird is dead !

[jessaerys]

every time a mutual in law becomes a cool new mutual i need to be like. do not be fooled i post mostly about death note direct to dvd season 2 yaoi

[risinglikesunflower]

"If I exists, my love for you exists."

"If I don't love you anymore, then I wouldn't be me."

[only-you-sango-week]

As the first Only You Sango Week comes to a close, we'd like to thank all of the creators and fans that contributed to making this event so special! Thank you truly from the bottom of our hearts for joining us in honoring our girl Sango with your beautiful and amazing art, stories, and meta. We couldn't have asked for more!

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Thank you once again for an amazing Sango Week! See you next year! 💜💜💜

[silverselfshippingchaos]

r.une is so awesome! he's the kindest guy ever and I always drop by the thieves guild whenever I'm not doing anything just to hear his pretty voice

[gildinbainas]

random tag drop because tumblr has somehow unalived some of mine

﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ parting is such sweet sorrow — ship inspo . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ the gods have spoken — discourse . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ i would not wish any companion in the world but you — connection . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ a rose by any other name would smell as sweet — answered . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ the angel — isms . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ loki — isms . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ rhaenyra targaryen — isms . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ thranduil — isms . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ atem — isms .

[hopecomesbacktolife]

someday I am going to embroider the entirety of “come huddle with us” and it will be amazing and weird (at last, weird at last)

[pagetreader]

The humid air became thinner at that moment, the sun suddenly blocked by overcast as he watched her face transition from joy to confusion to upset. Though he had no desire to leave her behind, he also couldn't in good conscience lay his head down to sleep at home every night while there were men out there sacrificing all for what they believed in. Why should he do any less?

"Boys as young as Levi are out there giving their lives for this cause. If I believe in our country's freedom, then should I do something about it too?"

He wasn't nearly as prepared to speak about this with her as well as he'd hoped, but the cat was out of the bag and he knew that if he were going to follow through with his initial plan, then he needed to do so now and not later.

"Molly, please listen. I'm not the best at things like this, but you should know...I care for you most fervently. You're my sister's best friend and, in many ways, you've been mine as well..."

Sure, there was Abe, Ben, Samuel, and Caleb, but Molly...well, Molly was very different.

Shifting to a knelt position, he pulled a simple but glimmering ring from his pocket, "This was my mother's. It brought a lot of luck for my parents and...well...I thought maybe you'd wear it...and wait for me..."

None of this was coming out right. Should he start over? Shite, he must have looked completely stupid to her.

"What I'm trying to say is -- Mary Floyd Strong, when I return home to you, I would be tremendously honored if you'd consider becoming my wife..."

Shite. Shite. Shite.

Their musings of better times before the King's men made nuisances of themselves was forgotten as Isaac's admittance hung in the space between them, and Molly couldn't help but scoff out a laugh as she tried to comprehend the meaning of his words.

"You must be joking."

Though only seconds passed, she was hit with the realization that he'd never jest about a subject like this, not especially when he wouldn't be the first to leave home. The Tallmadge brothers had already run off to join the rebels; Caleb Brewster too, along with James Hannigan and Uriah North. Even Selah had made mention of enlisting, the only thing stopping him at this point, her stern reminder that he had a wife now and her, though she felt too selfish whenever she considered voicing it.

She swallowed, the taste of bread stale now.

"Isaac, are you trying to get yourself killed?"

It'd been expected when Samuel and Ben never returned from the city, when Caleb never returned from his whaling, but at the prospect of Isaac leaving, what was to stop the rest of his family from following suit? Molly had always been a jealous friend, but in that moment she felt more fear than anything else, not wishing for anything to change.

[guardian-rocket]

@byondtheveil “Yay!” Rei squeaked. She would of knelt down but he was already on the couch. Reaching over she gave him a big hug. She knew protecting the Galaxy was part of his job, but she hated when he had to go. “Now don’t forget to text me when you have some free time! I wanna hear about how you been doing. And remind groot to shake his new body mist before he uses it or all he is gunna get is starch. It’s that all natural crap so it settles.”

Rocket hugged her back, the strength of his arms might be surprising for his stature as he embraced her back, but not as surprising as how gentle he'd be.

"Don't worry, I will text ya and maybe send ya a few blurry photos your way from space," Rocket said, knowing his 1.3 megapixel camera he wasn't going to be able to take decent photos like those with the smartphones had, but he was still refusing to take a smart phone finding his little slide-out keyboard phone to be adequately sufficient for the time being.

"Groot and I will be back as soon as we can, and I'll make sure he is shaking that spray," he promised.

[howifeltabouthim]

'I loved all this, it was my favorite thing, and it always will be, but it's over now. I have a different destiny.'

Lev Grossman, from The Bright Sword

[tornsurvivors]

At some point with Joseph probably.

Joseph: talks about Faith. Jade: Her name's Rachel, motherfucker. *bashes his face in*

[mylittleredgirl]

there’s so much crying (mine) in star trek 😭