Saving Grace

I want to bust the world wide open the way you do when you’re filled with youth. I wanna engage with lovers and people and fellow cops. I wanna be physical and I also wanna ask the big questions. I wanna taste the tastes and fix the problems. I wanna run headlong into chaos and bad guys and darkness and friends and fun and laugh laugh laugh. I wanna be the best friend and I wanna be the greatest aunt and most complicated daughter. I want to be the mystery in the room and I want to be known.
—  Holly Hunter as Grace Hanadarko in Saving Grace

The doors flung open and Andromeda’s heart stopped. Of all the people that could’ve walked through that door, it was Ted Tonks. Her eyes widened and she felt as if her heart stopped - and she didn’t know why. There was flash of relief on his face and then happiness soon spread across it. He ran towards her and called her name. There was a strange twinge of delight that he even called her Andy. He started babbling and Andromeda could hear the words but she could hardly string them together as fast as he was saying them. Then, he stopped and he handed her wildflowers.

She could hear him start talking again, but her eyes were on the flowers that he gave him. They were beautiful and they reminded her of home. She looked up at Ted and then back at the flowers. It was too much. She didn’t know what to make of it. She didn’t know if she would start grinning or sobbing or just embrace him. And, in the sheer overwhelming heat of moment, Andromeda ended up doing all three.

Ted wasn’t sure if he should be happy or sad, it was maddening conflict of both inside of him. He was ecstatic, that she was actually hugging him, let alone touching him. He could safely say she felt as soft as he’d always dreamed she’d be and smelled exactly like his amortentia had always smelled. It was probably incredibly idiotic of him to be so happy about it when she was so miserable, after being hit by some curse and been sent to the hospital, but he allowed himself that small happiness.

Ted ran a hand down her hair slowly, fingers trembling, almost in awe of being given this moment of her vulnerability. Perhaps she simply didn’t care anymore, but it meant a lot, that she trusted him enough to let her guard down with him, even though she’d only known him really, for a couple of days. But Merlin it also hurt, it hurt so damn much to see her in this much pain and though he didn’t have bruises over his body and bandages on his limbs he felt the pain as much in his heart as she did from everything else. He hated seeing her cry like this and he made a silent promise to himself to do everything he humanly could so she would never have to ever again. Maybe that was silly, maybe no one could protect someone else from never feeling pain or sadness. All he knew was that he wanted to be there when she did, so he could hold her and be with her and make sure she was alright.

watching season 5, I am wildly torn between:

- this is all foreshadowing and hints, stydia is endgame as fuck, now they are both more mature and more ready and it’s all different and it feels finally like the right time, and

- teen wolf is only baiting us so we won’t stop watching but will never give us what we so desperately want like it’s been doing for four+ seasons while throwing words like “character development” and “slow burn” into the conversation


Children,“ Johanna drawled out. "They’re such a joy. When you get married and have a family of your own, you’ll understand what I’m saying. You are going to get married someday, aren’t you, Keith?”
“Aye, m'lady,” he answered. “Next summer as a matter of fact. Bridgid MacCoy has agreed to become my wife.”
She couldn’t quite hide her disappointment. She turned her gaze down the table and settled on Michael as a possibility.
He caught her staring at him. He smiled. She nodded. “Children,” she began again. “They’re wonderful, aren’t they, Michael?”
“If you say so, m'lady.”
“Oh, I do say,” she replied. “When you get married, you’ll understand. You do plan to marry someday, don’t you, Michael?”
“Eventually,” he answered with a shrug.
“Have you anyone in mind?”
“Are you matchmaking, m'lady?” Keith asked.
“Why would you think that?”
“I’ll marry Helen when I’m ready,” Michael interjected. “I’ve told her I will, and she agreed to wait.”
Johanna frowned. The possibilities were becoming a bit limited. She turned to Niall.
“Children…” she began.
“She is matchmaking,” Keith announced.
It was as though he’d just shouted the alarm that they were under siege. The soldiers literally jumped from their stools. They bowed to Johanna and left the room in the space of a single minute. She didn’t even have enough time to order them back into their seats.
—  Saving Grace by Julie Garwood

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