The voice you hear in your head, I imagine I know who it sounds like, as I know Eleanor wanted those things. But I hear other voices. A chorus of voices. Multitudes. They reach back centuries. Men and women and children who have lost their lives to men like you. Men and women and children forced to wear your chains. I must answer to them. And this war. Their war. Flint’s war. My war. It will not be bargained away to avoid a fight. To save John Silver’s life. Or his men’s. Or mine.
you and I spoke of what will likely happen the day england returns to this place. we spoke of how i must stay, must find a way to enter into their world, and i believe that you would want to enter it with me, I believe that in this moment you cannot fathom leaving me… but if we are honest with each other I think we both know… sooner or later the day is going to come where, no matter our feelings, the world will demand that you and i—
Lizzy, are you out of your senses? I thought you hated the man. No, papa. He’s rich, to be sure, and you will have more fine carriages than Jane. But will that make you happy? Have you no objection other than your belief in my indifference? None at all. We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of fellow… but that would be nothing if you really liked him. I do like him. I love him.
like i know there are a lot of fics out there where other vulcans are all “oh man, jim kirk’s so freakin HOT how’d spock get in his pants” but IF ANYTHING it’s actually the reverse. spock shows up on vulcan one day with Jim on his arm and all the other vulcans are OUTRAGED. They’ve spent years mooning (logically) over spock’s flaxen bowl cut. his dark eyes. his slightly lax emotional control that gives him just a hint of the “bad boy” vibe that we all know vulcans secretly go wild for. Sarek receives like a thousand bonding proposals a year from VSA graduates who all have google alerts set to notify them when spock gets a new xeniobiology article published. and then they find out. that the object of their (totally logical) affections. had the equivalent of a las vegas wedding with the human captain of his starfleet ship while in the middle of a five year mission. vulcans may be too logical to riot but on that day, a good many vulcans had to meditate for an extra hour or two just to contain their rage
This is the sci fi equivalent to that post about Gimli son of Gloin, the Stud of Erebor
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