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@stridande (MY LOVE)

“...I love you, Emily.”

#; Look at me and never let me go (2nd main verse)#stridande #// <333333

@stridande ( liked. ) Keep Myself Alive - Get Scared

❛ I always ask myself. How could this darker cloud make me stronger now? I always ask myself; when will this go away. ❜

#╳┆「ᴛʜɪs ɪs ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅɪɢɴɪᴛʏ’s sᴛᴏʟᴇɴ」( ic. )#╳┆「ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ / ɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ᴍ ʙɪᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ」( walrider. )#stridande

@stridande

What are you doing this weekend?

#stridande #v: and the universe said;;#|| queued;;

@stridande ( for the guardsman thing we discussed <3 )

It was a rather gloomy day in England, the sun nowhere to be seen. The professor didn’t seem to mind it as he stared out the window of the carriage he was riding in. He was far too excited to be in a sour mood about the weather. Feeling the carriage slow, he turned to the driver, offering the man a warm smile and a small bag of shillings. There was a very important task ahead of him, and nothing would be able to dampen his mood. Stepping out of the carriage after it came to a complete stop, he surveyed the street, giving a friendly wave to a passing person.

Beginning his trek to the campus, he shifted his things so that the papers in his bag wouldn’t become wet. Damp books and papers were the last thing he needed to worry about. “This is going to be a good day, I can feel it,” he mumbled to himself, holding tight to the strap of the bag. Unfortunately, he had spoken far too soon. A stranger had grabbed his arm and pulled him. It was a miracle that he hadn’t lost his footing.

“W-What on earth are you doing?” The words were met with a stinging slap -- he could hear the sound of it loud and clear. What had he done to deserve it? Too shocked to process the person’s next words, he just looked at them blankly and watched in fright as the person attracted more angry people. This wasn’t good. Perhaps it was foolish of him to assume an Irishman teaching at a prestigious university wouldn’t make people mad. Struggling against the hands firmly holding him where they were, he began to panic.

“P-Please, I’m sure we can talk this out! There’s no need for violence! Please, Help!”

#stridande #( emily as a guardsman has to be the best thing ever )

a very rough draft of a gift for @stridande bc jaqi is so lovely

#my art #stridande

@stridande

“Emily? What does eating out mean? It sounds like you’re about to go to dinner.”

#stridande #( i ve been wheezing for 10 minutes )

@stridande because emily needs kisses and also post wedding stuff

It had been quite hard to convince Phillip that a boat trip was a good activity while they were honeymooning in Sweden -- he wasn’t too good on boats. Perhaps because of the fact that he was slightly uneasy in deep water. Though, Emily’s argument that it would be almost impossible to capsize the boat that she had rented for them was very solid. Now that he was by the docks with her, there was less anxiety. The very thought brought a warm smile to his features. ( they would be supporting each other for the rest of their days )

The first step into the large rowboat was the shakiest, but Emily was with him every step of the way, his hand held tightly in hers as she helped him climb in. Once they were both situated, his smile could only grow. He was sitting in a boat in Sweden with the love of his life! Taking the oars very carefully, he began to row them down the river. “I haven’t rowed in years,” he admitted with a short laugh. Leaning forward, he let go of the oars, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. It was hard to keep track of how many times they had kissed since arriving in Sweden, but he felt so very happy that they would never have to hide it again.