That day, she was amazed to discover that when he was saying, “As you wish”, what he meant was “I love you.” And even more amazing was the day she realized she truly loved him back.
Present for my secret shipmate, raggedyman——goodnight. Happy Sunday!
"We’re gonna figure this out, all we gotta do is talk about it."
"Okay, but you don’t really like talking about it."
"Yeah, but I promise I’ll be better at talking about this.”
NCIS: Los Angeles | 5x10 “The Frozen Lake”
"I have a boyfriend."
The Great Gig In the Sky | Serpentine Lift [x]
Favorite lift, pre-Vancouver (because afterwards the Farrucas wtf lift happened, and the Funny Face Tessa-can-take-care-of-herself lift, and the Carmen are-you-sure-you’re-platonic lift, and the Seasons synchronized-leg-pop-while-Scott’s-on-one-freaking-foot lift).
In which Christopher Gorham a.k.a. Walsh the Flying Monkey is a Captain Swan shipper,ha…
Colin O’Donoghue on Hook having made the first move.
“Perhaps there’s a man that you love in the life that you’ve lost.”
A/N: My take on the two questions everyone seems to be asking: Where did Killian sleep the night before they left? and Why was he so chipper in the morning when she opened the door?
Word Count: 2,920
Rating: F for Feels, maybe?
It hits her the minute the alcohol burns down her throat, makes the tears well up the same way the memories well up then spew over. Fuck. Eight months. Eights months of dates and laughter and falling in love like a Goddamn normal person. She’d known too — deep down in the gut Henry and Hook had encouraged her to always rely on — that it was too good to be true.
She should have listened to herself, should have listened to the innate part of her that knows she’s just not meant for forevers and happily ever afters. The product of True fucking Love can’t even date someone without it all going to shit. Fuck. It aches, it all aches and her head is swimming with too damn much of the lie she lived for a year.
Emma takes another big gulp of the beverage in her hand, she needs desperately to drown out the images flashing into her so bright and fast and stealing the breath from her lungs — zoo trips, walks around Central Park, dinners with Henry, them…and…them- they…and…that- and…oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh fucking God. She’s going to be sick, she’s going to be so fucking sick.
She can feel Hook’s eyes on her, watching her as he always does, knowing her too well as he always does and her heart tightens painfully in her chest. The contrast of him — of everything she remembers about him — and all of the vile, infuriating, disgusting memories of New York crowd her — suffocate her, confuse her — and when their gazes meet across her kitchen, as she watches him sip casually at the drink in his hand, something inside of her snaps.
“It’s really nice that there’s a segment of the fan base that would like us to be a couple because that speaks to us having good chemistry on screen and that’s huge compliment… ”
#but seriously this is the girl who would step in front of a sword for Dany!#STEP IN FRONT OF A FUCKING SWORD FOR HER#she loves her and she loves her dragons#she spent her life dreaming about seeing them#and then comes this girl#this mother of dragons#and Doreah would risk her life for them#SHE WOULD NOT BETRAY THEM AND SLEEP WITH SOME DUDE AND GET LOCKED INSIDE A VAULT#FUCK YOU SHOW (via madame-vastra)