There I was, innocently minding my own business in a country full of polar bears and moose hide bikinis, when a wormhole appeared and sucked me into tumblr. Now I've fallen into Bering and Wells and I can't get up.
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[Disclaimer: I blame this entire blog on Jaime Murray and Joanne Kelly.]
I LITERALLY LAUGHED SO HARD AT THIS PART AND IT ANNOYED EVERYONE THE END
Everything you see exists together in a delicate balance. As king, you need to understand that balance and respect all the creatures, from the crawling ant to the leaping antelope.
Daniel Radcliffe’s as Igor in Frankenstein
so basically what harry would have looked like if lily had married snape
jesus christ the last comment
i’m so done with you tumblr oh my god
No but what would go through YOUR head if you saw a pair of pretty brown leather hand/ankle cuffs at the gym? It sure had nothing to do with exercising my legs.
then again, maybe it had.
First it was Rome, then Taipei, Myka taught Helena how to ski in the Swiss Alps, Helena taught Myka how to properly inhale in Amsterdam. They spend hours staring at the lights flickering on the street as they brushed their fingers together, back and forth, before heading back to their hotel room to further relish the simplistic delight of skin on skin.
Their last stop was Paris. Myka was hesitant of the choice for obvious reasons, but she knew Helena needed to come back, back to the place where she lost it all. It was remarkably unchanged. She took Myka to a coffee shop where she and Oscar Wilde used to gossip and people watch, to the plaza where Christina loved to chase the pigeons.
"I’m ready to say goodbye to her," Helena watched Myka changing for bed, enjoying the way the lace kissed her shoulder blades, "Emily, that is. She would have loved this trip." She fiddled with the papers on the hotel table. The same ones that had sat out in every hotel they’d visited, waiting for her signature.
"But I don’t know if that means I’m ready to be Helena Wells again," there was a low self mocking in her voice and Myka quickly came to her side, placing her hand over the one holding the legal documents in an iron grip.
"Then what about," Myka paused and bit her bottom lip before looking at her with mischief and something deeper, "How about Helena Bering-Wells?"
Helena grinned, looking her up and down to see if she were indeed serious, “Is that a proposal darling?”
Myka smirked, “Did you think this world tour was just to say goodbye to Emily Lake?”
Helena matched her smile with one Myka had never seen before, but yearned to see again and again, every day for the rest of her life, “Yes,” she looked down at the documents as if they were something entirely new, and in a way, they were, ”I think I could be that.”
- Katniss Everdeen, outstanding heterosexual (via crabicoque)
Helena had found and applied several distractions techniques to occupy herself and arrange her thoughts into neat structures, but if she was being honest with herself, they had been failing her more and more. Instead of mentally solving Adelaide’s physics project while cleaning, she worked up an elaborate theory on how to improve the Warehouse’s gooery. When she seriously considered adding cherry liqueur to the cake for tomorrow’s bake sale, she took a deep breath and stopped herself in middle of equating the ingredients to their molecular structure.
She was going stir-crazy.
Before Myka and Pete had shown up in Boone she had been better at this, not thinking, merely acting, completing the her strenuously formed routine.
Nowadays she was sleeping in the guest room, mostly of her own design. Nate wanted to try again, for Adelaide if nothing else. But telling him half the truth had changed something that she couldn’t quite grasp. She would spend evenings discussing physics with Adelaide now, not hiding her knowledge anymore. She didn’t pretend to understand American colloquialism anymore and had stopped laughing at Nate jokes.
The careful bubble she had built was breaking.
What was curious though, was that she wasn’t hellbent on repairing it. She just let it happen, knowing where it would lead to. Instead of worrying she tried taking a deep breath to prepare herself, gather her courage and spend as much time with Adelaide as possible. The pull back, the need to go back, was growing bigger than her fears.
When the bell rang, Helena jumped up, grateful for the distraction.
What she wasn’t prepared for was the sight of a wild-eyed, clearly agitated Myka at her doorstep.