sighs about this lady

Nothing is going to dissuade me from the visual of Allura, sitting alone at her kitchen table. A cup of tea in her hand as she reflects on the news she had received from Vox Machina. The room is silent, calm as she watches the steam slowly rising from the cup. 

All is peaceful until the door slams open, rattling on its hinges, to reveal Kima standing in the doorway. She’s breathing heavily, her cheeks pink from her mad dash from the castle, her eyes glowing as she practically vibrates with barely suppressed excitement. 



Endless list of favourite movies Much Ado About Nothing (1993)

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever. One foot in sea and one on shore, to one thing constant never. Then sigh not so but let them go and be you blithe and bonny, converting all your sounds of woe into hey nonny nonny.

anonymous asked:

Isn't the number of entries allowed for each fs discipline at the 2018 Winter Olympics dependent on this year's Worlds? If so, with Satoko withdrawing, doesn't that mean tj might have only 2 spots available for ladies singles?

yes, this is a very real concern that has haunted me ever since we found out about satoko’s injury /o\ with how deep the japanese ladies’ field is, it would be a nightmare if they only had 2 spots for the olympics. i feel so bad for them because they all got injured at such a crucial time…such awful luck.

Back Again

Here it is! There might be a second part, but I haven’t decided. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy! (The flashback is in italics) Let me know what you think!

You sighed as you drove through the town you used to call home. You looked around noticing how nothing had changed. You loved this town, but you had to leave. You couldn’t stay after what happened. Your heart broke a bit as you thought about him. You couldn’t believe he kept something like that from you. You were together for six years and his old lady for five. You sighed as you thought about the day you found out, which was also the day you left.


“You’re what!” You yelled looking at him. He sighed and looked at you. You were in complete and utter shock. There were no words to describe how you were feeling. All you knew was that you wanted to throw up. You paced around his room at the clubhouse trying to process what just happened. His wife just showed up at the clubhouse with their daughter.

“Look, lass, I know this is a lot-” Chibs started but you interrupted him.

“A lot? Chibs, you’re married! And have a daughter!” You screamed throwing your hands out to your sides as you stopped pacing to face him. He winced at the use of his nickname leaving your mouth. You never called him Chibs. He nodded tried to come closer to you but you backed away from him. Having you back away from him but he also understood why.

“Please, would ya just listen?” He tried. You gave him a single nod. “Yes I am married, yes I have a daughter, but it’s not what ya think. The only reason I’m still married to her is to protect them. I won’t put them in danger, just like I wouldn’t put you in danger. No I’m not in love with Fiona, but I love my daughter, lass. I won’t have her in any situation where she could get hurt.”

You understood that, you knew what came with being involved with the club. You knew as soon as you became Chibs’ old lady, there would be risks but you knew he would keep you safe. That part you understood.

“But you kept it from me. Everyone else knew, but you kept it from me.” You were quiet now. The hurt setting in. “We’ve been together for six years and not once did you tell me about it. You tell me everything, Filip. At least I thought you did.” You sighed looking down to the ring that adorned your finger. Chibs felt his heart drop. You looked up at him with teary eyes. “We were never going to get married were we?” His heart shattered hearing you talk about the two of you as if it was over.

“Of course we are, love. As soon as we get things settled with the Irish and get rid of Jimmy O’ I’m all yours.” You shook your head. With tears cascading down your face you, slipped the ring off. Chibs couldn’t take it anymore. “I love you. Ya can’t leave me, lass.”

“I love you, Filip, but you lied to me. It wasn’t something small either. You didn’t tell me about your wife and daughter. I don’t know if I can trust you again.” You looked him in the eye as the words left your mouth. Tears brimmed his eyes. You lifted your hands to cup his cheeks. Standing on your toes you kissed him. He brought his hands to your hips and squeezed a bit. You pulled away when you need to breathe. “I love you, Filip Telford.”

“And I love you.” Tears were streaming down both your faces. You dropped your hands from his face and took one of his hands in yours. You placed your ring in his palm and closed his hand around it. You let his hands go and walked out of the door and out of his life.


It happened three years ago. You swore the day you left you would never come back, but here you were and no because you wanted to be. You started to get nervous as the garage came into view. You hoped that the guys were on a run and wouldn’t be there, at least not yet. As you pulled in you were relieved to see all the bikes were gone. You parked your car and shut the engine off. You sat there for a minute gathering every ounce of courage you had before opening your door. You weren’t sure how long you sat there but it wasn’t until you heard a soft yawn you turned around. You smiled at your daughter, she was just waking up. You smiled when she looked at you.

“Hi, baby, did you have a good nap?” She nodded rubbing her eyes. You couldn’t help the small laugh that left your lips. She was so much like her dad. She had the same dark hair and dark eyes, all she had of you was your nose, but you were fine with that. “Are you ready to go meet one of momma’s friends, baby?” She nodded again. “Okay, let’s go.”

You got out and opening the back door to get to her. You unbuckled her and lifted her out. You placed her on your hip as you shut the door. She yawned leaning her head against your shoulder. You smiled at her as she hid her face in your neck still not ready to wake up. You kissed her forehead and made your way to the office. Not knowing if they were busy you knocked on the door as you approached it.

“Come in!” You smiled at the voice. You opened the door to see Gemma sitting at her desk. “What’s the problem?” Figuring it was someone with car trouble, she didn’t even look up from her papers as she asked.

“I’ve got a lot of those, which do you want to hear first?” You smirked. Gemma’s head snapped up hearing your voice. She smiled at you and you smiled back. She noticed the little girl in her arms and smiled even wider. She stood up making her way to you.

“Hey, baby, it’s been a while,” she said bringing you into a hug. You hugged her back trying not to jostle your daughter.

“Hey, ma, it really has.” She pulled back to look at you and then looked down at your little girl.

“She’s a cutie.”

“She is.” You looked down at her as well. You noticed her peeking her head out a bit to look at the person you were talking to. “Do you want to say hi, baby?” She quickly hid her face in your neck again. You and Gemma both laughing at her reaction. “She’s usually not shy, but she just woke up from her nap. She might fall back asleep actually.”

“Don’t you worry about it. Come on in, sit down.” She motioned to the couch she still had. You sat down adjusting your daughter on your lap and Gemma sat across from you. “You know I’m happy to see you, but why are you back, sweetheart?” You sighed knowing you could never keep anything from Gemma.

“I wanted her to meet her dad,” You said motioning to the little girl in your lap, who had fallen asleep again. “I couldn’t keep her from him, not more than I already have.”

“What’s the other reason?” She knew you too well.

“On my way here, someone started following me. I don’t know who, but they were in a black SUV. They’ve been following me for two days. I lost them on the way here though. I haven’t had anything to do with the club since I left, Gem, I have no idea what’s going on or who they would be.”

“Shit.” Gemma muttered as she leaned back in her seat. “I might know, but we’ll have to wait for the boys to get back.” You nodded knowing you would have to see him at some point. “Come on, let’s take the little one inside and we can catch up.” She stood up and you followed trying not to move too much so your daughter could still sleep. Once you succeeded you followed Gemma into the club house to wait on the boys.


You were sitting at the bar with Gemma when you heard the thrumming of motorcycles. Your heart sped up the closer they got. Gemma patted your hand that was sitting on the bar holding your bottle of water. You looked to Gemma with scared eyes. She gave you a soft smile.

“I’ll go check on the little one.” She stood up giving your hand a squeeze before making her way back to the dorms. All you could do was nod. About the time Gemma rounded the corner, the door to the clubhouse opened. You couldn’t bring yourself to turn around. You only heard one set of footsteps coming inside. You crossed your fingers hoping it was one of the other guys. You turned around to see Bobby. He stopped and looked at you.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” He smiled and made his way to you. You smiled back giving him a hug.

“It’s good to see you, too, Bobby.”

“So what brings you back here? We didn’t think we would see you again,” He said. You sighed nodding.

“I wasn’t planning on coming back, but I needed to talk to him.” Bobby nodded.

“Well, he should be here in a bit they were still talking when we pulled in.” About the time he finished all the guys walked in. You looked up and locked eyes with the Scotsman you ran from three years ago. No one said anything feeling the tension in the air. You were about to say something when you heard the soft cries of your little girl. You turned to see Gemma walking to you with your daughter in her arms. You immediately made your way to them.

“She woke up and couldn’t find you.” Gemma whispered.

“Oh, I didn’t go anywhere, baby. Momma’s right here.” You gathered her in your arms, beginning to rock her. She looked up at you sniffling and rubbing her eyes.

“Momma?” Her little voice squeaked.

“Hi, sweet girl.” She sat up straighter and put her hands on your cheeks.

“My momma,” She said again looking at you. You turned your head to kiss her hand.
“Your momma, baby.” She smiled at you settling down in your arms. You rubbed her back helping her calm down a bit more. You almost forgot about your audience until someone cleared their throat. You turned looked at the guys behind you. You turned to see the same Scotsman staring at you with wide eyes. You couldn’t get any words out and neither could he.

“I think you two should talk,” Gemma stated. You nodded at her. You looked down at your daughter.

“Do you want to go outside with Aunt Gemma for a few minutes, sweetie? I need to talk with my friend.” She looked at Gemma and then at you. You could see she was a little nervous. “I’ll be right there, baby, okay?”

“Okay, momma.” You sat her down and she took Gemma’s hand. You watched as the two left and the others followed her out, you assumed they wanted to meet your little girl. Finally you looked to Chibs.

“So I need to tell you something.”

“Aye, ya do. Would you care to explain why you’re here and a wee one with ya?” He was shocked and angry and happy all at the same time but his tone came across as angry. He saw your eyes harden.

“Listen, Filip Telford, I don’t need that tone from you. I’ve had a long few days and I’m scared shitless for my daughter and I don’t need shit from you.” He was taken aback by your tone. Yes, he had seen you mad before but it had been a long time, it still shocked him. “I left because you lied to me, you don’t get to interrogate me, Filip.”

“You’re right, lass. I’m sorry. What brought you back?” Chibs took on a quieter tone.

“I wanted you to meet your daughter. I didn’t want to keep her from you more than I already had. She needs her dad, Filip.” You sighed looking at the man who still held your heart.

“She’s mine?”

“Yeah, she is. I found out a few weeks after I left.” You crossed your arms looking down at your feet. You heard his footsteps come closer. He tipped your face up to look at him.

“I’m a dad again?” He asked with tears in his eyes. You couldn’t help but tear up as well.

“Yeah, you are.” Without thinking he kissed you. It shocked you at first but you melted into it. You still loved him and he still loved you. you could feel it. He pulled back after a bit.

“Thank you. Thank you for bringing her here. I can’t wait to meet her.” You smiled at him.

“I can’t wait for you to meet her either.” He smiled back at you. You stood there for a bit when he realized something.

“What’s her name?”

“Aria, Aria Telford.”

“I love it.” He looked at you, he couldn’t believe you were back. “Wait, ya said you were scared for the two of you. Why?” You pulled back and sucked in a breath.

“I started down here so you could meet, Aria, but a couple days ago someone started following me. I lost them when I started getting close, but I scared me. He followed us for two days, Filip. Two days.” You started to get worked up again. He wrapped his arms around you, trying to calm you down.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of ya, both of ya.” You wrapped your arms around him and breathed him in. You had missed him so much.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered into his shoulder. He pulled back to look at you but kept his arms around you.

“For what?” You looked into those eyes you had missed so much.

“For keep her from you. And for leaving.” You shook your head when you went to interrupt. “After having Aria, I understand why and why you didn’t tell me. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, I should have told ya.” You just looked at him.

“I’m glad I’m back.”

“I’m glad ya are, too.” The both of you knew without saying anything that you would try again. You had always known you didn’t want to be without him. He knew he didn’t want to be without you either. “So, can I meet my daughter?” The smile on his face was contagious. You smiled back.

“Absolutely.” You took his hand and walked outside so Chibs could meet his little girl.


  • Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.
  • Men were deceivers ever.
  • How many gentlemen have you lost in this action?
  • He hath done good service in these wars.
  • And a good soldier to a lady: but what is he to a lord?
  • A lord to a lord, a man to a man; stuffed with all honourable virtues.
  • He hath every month a new sworn brother.
  • He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes with the next block.
  • I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your books.
  • If he were [in my books] I would burn my library.
  • Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.
  • I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.
  • I do love nothing in the world so well as you - is not that strange?
  • Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
  • He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.
  • When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
  • For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
  • There was a star danced, and under that was I born.  
  • I wish my horse had the speed of your tongue.
  • Why, what’s the matter, that you have such a February face, so full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?
  • Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.
  • Peace; I will stop your mouth.
  • What, my dear Lady Disdain! Are you yet living?
  • I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.
  • When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.
  • Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner.
  • I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes.
  • How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping!
  • Speak low, if you speak love.
  • Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.

The Pained Heart (aka ‘Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more’) [c.1867-c.1872]. Arthur Hughes (English, 1832-1915). Oil on canvas. From Much Ado About Nothing. William Shakespeare.

“Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.
   Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
   To one thing constant never.
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
   And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
   Into hey nonny, nonny.”

April Fools
  • *221B Baker Street*
  • John: *browsing his phone; chuckling* ...and then she did this cute little laugh and looked at me. I think I've got a video somewhere...
  • Sherlock: *thinking*
  • John: *affectionate* Oh, this one's good. She crawls to Mary.
  • Sherlock: *suddenly* I love her.
  • John: *smiling at his phone* Good. What's not to love? She's beautiful-
  • Sherlock: Molly Hooper.
  • John: *nods* Oh...yes, you do.
  • Sherlock: Do you think I should tell her how I feel?
  • John: *looks up* Today? You can't tell her today.
  • Sherlock: *confused*
  • John: It's April Fool's Day *dismissive* She won't take you seriously.
  • Sherlock: It's another day!
  • John: *shrugs* Well, that's how it is. Trust me, you'll benefit from waiting.
  • Sherlock: *sighs* You know best.
  • John: *laughs at his phone* You have to see this one, Sharlotte's first cookie! Look at her little face.
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes*
  • -LATER-
  • Sherlock & John: *enter the morgue*
  • Greg: *ruffles his hair; awkwardly* I mean, you don't have to. I just thought, if you weren't busy-
  • Molly: *chuckles* I'd love to have dinner with you, Greg. Is six okay?
  • Greg: *grins; nods*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *glares at John*
  • John: *clears his throat* Who wants coffee?

[Nikki watched lady Fontaine as she sat down in a chair, lit a cigarette, opened another bottle of whiskey and poured herself a glass. She took a big sip and sat it aside, childish expression Nikki witnessed in the morning was long gone from her face. She seemed older this way. For a moment Nikki almost understood what Francois saw in this woman. Everything about her screamed power, every move, every gesture and yet she cold be fragile and feminine when she wanted to be.
Nikki felt a familiar sting in her chest again. She had no chances against her. The best she could do is play along and win her trust and maybe then she would be allowed to see Francois once in a while on weekends, maybe he will become just like her, powerful and dangerous. How beautiful he would look in a properly fitted suit… Nikki let out a sad sigh. Perhaps lady Fontaine was right, she should forget about him and find someone else, but she didn’t want anyone else. And then… there was something special about helping this woman, maybe she could learn something from her… maybe she could finally grow up and find her own way in life?
Mrs. Fontaine turned off the lights. Nikki noticed that her hand was shacking as she checked the gun. Was she scared?
Then she heard the footsteps, slow and steady, whoever they belonged to wasn’t in a rush. Nikki closed the showed curtain and curled in ball in a bathtub, remembering every single prayer she could think of. She’s never been more terrified in her entire life.]

[Last sip of whiskey. Deep breath. She had to do it. There was no other choice, she promised Lucius the papers so he will get the papers. No fear could compete with the fear of being a disappointment in her father’s eyes. And then… she wanted to prove herself that she could do this. She could handle it alone, without help, without army of guards. She was a goddess for fuck’s sake! And gods were supposed to be almighty…
Yet deep inside she felt terrified. She wasn’t scared of dying, she was immortal after all, she wasn’t scared of Edinburgh, he was only a human, a prideful man with a twisted mind. No, she was scared of pain, scared of sitting in the dark and waiting for him to pull the damn trigger. She hated herself for that fear, it was weak, but she couldn’t help it… ]