beware the patient woman

"One of these days a-comin', I'm gonna to take that boy's crown. There's a SERPENT in these still waters, lying deep down. To that king I will bow, at least for now. One of these days a-comin', I'm gonna take that boy's crown." Captain Emerson Jane Tulach. 25.

[adelaidekanelove]

Adelaide Kane attends the Nylon Young HollyWood May Issue Event in Los Angeles, on May 2, 2017.

[ragingemerson]

Whoever decided it was funny to fuck with the picture frames after she’d straightened them all out was about to get punched in the fucking throat and it wasn’t an exaggeration. 

Or the hammer, Emerson considered when she spotted the sturdy tool on the table beside her. After meticulously straightening each frame, someone making them go askew had angered her beyond belief. To anyone else, it was a humorous prank, but to Emerson, it was a visceral reaction. Beyond normal explanation, Emerson loathed it. 

“Do you know who’s been undoing my hard work?” she asked the nearest person to her. “Because they’re about to get clubbed with my hammer.”

[ragingemerson]

would you ever consider leaving the pirate life?

“Yes. If the circumstances were right, I would absolutely do it.” It seemed like traitorous statement and one that would likely get Emerson in trouble if Roman caught wind, but she stood by it. Her entire life was dictated on what was best for the family, never necessarily for her. If one thing Emerson was certain of, it was that her children would never know this life, not ever. People assumed she was the sort who would never retire or have children, yet it was something she eventually longed for. She longed to have a baby of her own when the time was right. “I’ll leave and start a family of my own.” 

[blacktridenthq-deactivated20210]

Send my muse questions they can only answer with “yes” or “no”

Examples:

If you could…?

Do you have…?

Would you ever…?

Have you ever…?

Would you like…?

Do you want…?

[kingofreturn41]

[ragingemerson]

tcddycellario​:

.

All things considered Teddy had been surprised Emerson had finally agreed to allow him to spend time with her when she wasn’t feeling particularly well; he was no stranger to the more difficult points of Emerson’s OCD but it had been a long while since he had been in a position to support her when things were difficult and he wanted nothing more than to be able to take care of her in the way he’d desperately wanted to since he’d arrived on the island. He knew full well she was the last person in the world who needed someone to dote on her in terms of looking after her but he’d long since accepted that Emerson Tulach held his heart so completely there was no chance in the world that he could be anywhere near her and not want to spend as much time with her as she could tolerate. Perhaps it was the slightest bit pathetic for him to be hung up on someone he knew it would be difficult to be with regardless of how much he wanted it— not because of anything either of them could do or felt but because of the diametrically opposed positions the world had placed them both in.

He pushed into Emerson’s villa carefully and wondered how many people were lucky enough to be allowed into her space without practically pulling teeth, and he smiled softly when Roger padded up to him eagerly. He spent a brief moment scratching the Dalmatian behind the ears and generally giving him attention, “Hello, sweet boy. I have to check on your mother, hm? Be patient.” Roger seemed to understand him intrinsically in the way dogs often seemed to understand people in his experience and he gave the dog one final scratch behind the ears before he pushed further into the villa and paused abruptly at the sight of Emerson. His expression softened immediately at the sound of her voice and his chest ached fiercely in an instant. He approached her with an easy confidence that was born entirely from the amount of time they’d spent with one another and when he crouched beside her to meet her eyes he offered her a soft smile, “Hello, lumière de ma vie. Can I touch you? I would like to move us to the couch if that would be alright.”

✨

It had been a long time since Emerson felt it. Defeat. No matter how many baths she took, no matter how deeply she cleaned, no matter how much she was actually in control of, it never felt like enough.  Teddy was the only one who seemed to understand it. Understand her. 

No matter how long she fought her feelings, they never seemed to go away. 

She was so close to her breaking point, but part of her wondered if there was strength in breaking. Strength in vulnerability, but at the same time, she didn’t feel like enough. 

The jingle of Roger’s tags alerted her to Teddy’s arrival and she looked up from the grain of the wood that had captivated her attention in the two minutes it had taken for him to move from the front door to crouch beside her. “We can,” she agreed, though her voice was harsher than her intentions. No, that harshness she carried for most would never reach him. Even in their breakup, when her heart had mangled itself inside her chest, she couldn’t ever speak ill of him or treat him in any way less than the gentleness she carried solely for him.

[angel-reyes]

ADELAIDE KANE in The Swing of Things (2020)

[ragingemerson]

closed starter for @tcddycellario​

It had been a long time since Emerson had allowed herself to hope that it was Teddy when her phone screen lit up. And it was a selfish, hollow hope. She was supposed to let him go about his way, to let him get over her, but the part of her that wanted to see his name on her screen was the part of her that couldn’t let him go. 

The stress following the rescue from the coves had had her impulses kicking in. Little things she could control often took her over, such as random objects in her kitchen or picture frames in the Canteen. Roger had been thoroughly bathed and brushed, his nails trimmed and teeth brushed. 

And even then, her head still clogged this those niggling doubts. 

Even inviting Teddy was risky, but she couldn’t not anymore. Instead, she simply rested her head on her propped elbow on the table, gaze focused on the grooves of the worn wood. 

“Hi,” she murmured without looking up and she knew she looked like hell. Dark circles rimming beneath un-rested, bloodshot golden-brown eyes, dark hair thrown up into a haphazard messy bun. Normally concealer graced her face, but not this time. 

[wishbzne-deactivated20210526]

Anne Carson, from Red Doc>

[ragingemerson]

⛰️

⛰️ - places / landscapes

“My favorite place in the world is Fiji. I have a small villa there with a beautiful view of the coastline. Whenever I retire, I plan on doing so there.”

[ragingemerson]

romerojasdall​:

“Out of the way, out of the way!” Only seconds after those words were yelled a shirt flew to the ground followed by a splash on the water, when Romero jumped into the pool of the fitness center after running at it at full speed. He had just finished his workout for the day and was in desperate need for a cooling. Something he couldn’t wait for, therefore took it maybe a bit too forceful. When he came up he wiped the water from his face and swam back to the edge of the pool where he pulled himself up and sat there with a grin. “That was nice.”

⚓

Emerson hadn’t spent much time near the pool. The chlorine wasn’t preferable to sea salt, but the water was infinitely quieter. She’d settled in with her music softly playing beside her. Spa music was....heaven. The sound of someone yelling jolted her out of her near-meditative state and she felt a few errant drops of water land on her exposed skin.

“What the fuck?” she growled and sat up to get a better look. 

Romero.

“If you were anybody else, I’d have throttled you,” she informed her First Mate.

[akanesource]

[ragingemerson]

akanesource​:

Adelaide Kane as Georgia in The Swing of Things

[ragingemerson]

Text → Tedderson

Teddy: I'll be there in ten minutes.

[...]

Teddy: I love you, Em.

Emerson: I love you, too.

[thirdeen]

[ragingemerson]

thirdeen​:

Adelaide Kane by Tiziano Lugli (2018)

[ragingemerson]

Text → Tedderson

Teddy: You can be any way you want to be. I'll be there and we can talk or not talk or do whatever you want.

Teddy: And I'll go when you want me to and come back whenever I can.

Teddy: It's hard to be here and not be with you. If I can be selfish for two seconds and say that.

Emerson: Come over and distract me?

Emerson: I could do with that.

[ragingemerson]

Text → Tedderson

Teddy: I love you when your head is messy and when it isn't.

Teddy: You can tell me no if you need to. I won't be offended, but if I can help at all I want to.

Teddy: Knowing you're here makes me happy. Being able to be within ten feet of you is-- euphoric in all of the childish ways it's been since I met you. I can wait if you need space. But I'm always going to be here for you.

Emerson: I'm just...weird.

Emerson: I want you here. I just don't know how I'm going to be when you are.

Emerson: I appreciate it, Teddy. Sincerely.

[ragingemerson]

Text → Tedderson

Teddy: Why do you need to be?

Teddy: If I can just sit next to you as long as you can tolerate it then that'd be enough for me. It's always enough for me.

Emerson: I used to be.

Emerson: I guess I could for a bit. I'm just...my head is messy.