There aren’t any second chances for us. We have to make it this time.
—  Journal Entry; Summer 2013
In the bedroom that night she had a sharp reaction from these level-headed instincts and sat on the edge of the bed pulling off her stockings with a sudden feeling of depression. It was rare for her, and Ross soon noticed it. ‘Feeling sick, love?’ he asked. ‘No.’ ‘You were a thought liberal with your port. It’s long since you drank it for Dutch courage.’ ‘It was not for Dutch courage.’ ‘No. I think I know.’ ‘Do you?’ ‘Well, tell me.’ ‘I can’t.’ He sat on the bed beside her and put his arm round her shoulder. She leaned her head against him. ‘Oh, Ross, I’m so sad!’ ‘For him?’ ‘Well, I wish I were two people.’ ‘Tell me.’ ‘One, your loving wife, that I always wish to be and always shall be. And mother. Content, content, content … But for a day …’ There was a long silence. ‘For a day you’d like to be his lover.’ ‘No. Not that . But I’d like to be another person, not Demelza Poldark, but someone new , who could respond to him and make him happy, just for a day … Someone who could laugh with him, talk with him, flirt with him maybe, go off with him, ride, swim, talk, without feeling I was being disloyal to the man I really and truly and absolutely love.’ ‘And d’you think he’d be satisfied with that?’ She moved her head. ‘I don’t know. I suppose not.’ ‘I suppose not neither. Are you sure you would?’ ‘Oh, yes!’ The candle had a thief in it, and the smoke it was sending up was as dark as from a mine chimney. But neither moved to snuff it. Ross said: ‘It is not a unique occurrence.’ ‘What’s not?’ ‘What you feel. How you feel. It occurs in life. Especially among those who have loved early and have loved long.’ ‘Why among those?’ ‘Because others have supped at different tables first. And some others do not consider that loyalty and love must always go together. And then—’ ‘But I do not want to be disloyal! I do not want to love elsewhere! That’s not it at all. I want to give another man some sort of happiness –some of my happiness perhaps –and I cannot –and it hurts …’ ‘Peace, my love. It hurts me too.’ ‘Does it, Ross? I’m that sorry.’ ‘Well, it’s the first time I have ever seen you look at another man the way you look at me.’ She burst into tears. He said no more for a while, content that she was beside him and that he was sharing her mind and emotion. She had a handkerchief up her sleeve and she waved his away. ‘Judas,’ she said. ‘This is nothing. Just the port coming out.’ He said: ‘I’ve never before heard of a woman who drank so much port that it popped out of her eyes.’ She half giggled, and it ended in a hiccup. ‘Don’t laugh at me, Ross. It isn’t fair to laugh at me when I’m in trouble.’ ‘No, I won’t. I promise. Never again.’ ‘That’s an untruth. You know you will.’ ‘I promise to laugh at you just half as often as you laugh at me.’ ‘But this isn’t the same.’ ‘No, love.’ He kissed her quietly. ‘This isn’t the same.’ ‘And,’ she said, ‘I promised to get up tomorrow morning to tell him goodbye. At six.’ ‘So you shall.’ ‘Ross, you’re very good to me and very patient.’ ‘I know.’ She bit his hand, which happened to be within reach. He nursed his thumb for a moment. ‘Oh, you think I am become self-satisfied in my role as husband and protector. Not so. We both walk on a tightrope. Would you rather I gave you a good beating?’ ‘Perhaps it is what I need,’ she said.
—  from “The Four Swans: A Novel of Cornwall 1795-1797 (Poldark Book 6)” by Winston Graham

okay but apollo is so vehemently bisexual i am in love with this

there is, like, never canon bisexuality but of the two greatest loves of his life one was male and one was female and he is just so open about it and he just casually brings up his attraction to men and women alike and just

im just so happy because bi representation is so important

As they went into the parlour Ross said: ‘Does he touch you, my love?’ She half glanced up at him, with a glint of embarrassment. ‘Yes …’ ‘Deeply?’ ‘A little. His eyes are so dark and sad.’ ‘They light up when they look at you.’ ‘I know.’ ‘So long as your eyes don’t light up when you look at him.’ She said: ‘Who were those people he mentioned? Heloise, was it? Isolde?’ ‘Legendary lovers. Tristan and Isolde I know. I can’t remember who loved Heloise. Was it Abelard? My education was more practical than classical.’ ‘He lives in dreams,’ Demelza said. ‘Yet he isn’t a dream. He’s very real.’ ‘I rely on your wonderful common sense always to remember that.’ ‘Well … yes. What I try to remember is that he’s so young.’ ‘What? Three, four years younger than you? That at most. I wouldn’t look on it as an unbridgeable gap.’ ‘I wish twere more.’ ‘You’d like to be old? What an ambition!’ He put his arm round her shoulders, and quickly she leaned against him. ‘I see,’ he commented. ‘A tree in need of support!’ ‘Just a small matter shaken,’ she said.
—  from “The Four Swans: A Novel of Cornwall 1795-1797 (Poldark Book 6)” by Winston Graham
How I imagine the opening scene of Queen of Shadows (ToG #4) will go
  • Aelin: [gets off boat]
  • Aelin: [sees Dorian under the Kings control]
  • Aelin: [to Chaol] Oh come on, you had one job!
Literally what happens
  • Alya: Where is Marientte? Ugh, she's late again.
  • Alya: Desperate times calls for desperate measures.
  • Alya, calls Marinette on phone: Adrien is here.
  • Marinette: *breaks the sound barrier and appears soon after* ADRIEN?
  • Alya: There you are.

aelin and aedion must reunite.
aelin and aedion must reunite.
aelin and aedion must reunite.


Mac: To our monthly dinner.

Dennis: Oh, monthly dinner, baby. I tell you, I’ve been looking forward to this for…twenty-nine days!

Mac: Me, too. I did my hair good, and I wore two colognes.

Dennis: Is that what that is?

- It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia “The Gang Dines Out”