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[recycledmoviecostumes]

Several gowns from the 2005 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒆 were recycled for use in 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒂𝒏𝒆 just two years later.   This charming pink dress was first worn by Carey Mulligan as Kitty Bennet.   When it was used again on Anna Maxwell Martin as Cassandra Austen, some minor alterations were made, such as ruffles added around the neckline and the sleeves.   Learn more at Bit.ly/RegRom001  

[rulettebitch]

Masterlist

here is my masterlist darlings ( ˘ ³˘)

pink means smut!

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂

Robbie Turner

Uncharted Territory

Georgia Clark was changing bandages, gulping at the look of the rushed stitches between his chest. He was asleep, his face was twitching before waking up. His breath hitched, his cold blue eyes searched for something, or someone. One look was enough to tell how harsh war had treated him. TW! angst, hurt/confort, cecilia is dead, jealousy, making out, unprotected sex.

Chap 1 │ Chap 2 │ Chap 3 │ Chap 4 │ Chap 5 │ Chap 6

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂

Charles Xavier

The night you kissed me

Elora Cuana was born with a gift. She was, what someone would call, a mutant. No one had really noticed her gift, even if it was hard to keep a secret. People would say she had been blessed with beauty, and nothing more. From every side, every angle, she was ravishing to no avail. Her mutancy had been easy to deal with, not even she had noticed the oddness of her angelic features. There was no death count to her power, because she seemed to have no power. Until recently, only one man had neglected her advances. Charles Xavier could not reach her mind, and she could not reach his pants, or can she? TW! tease, m!masturbation, f!masturbation, f!oral sex, making out, unprotected sex.

A part of us

Once, you and Charles Xavier were everything to each other—now, he’s a ghost at your door, stirring old wounds. But Logan’s words, raw and real, confessed a truth you couldn’t ignore. Torn between betrayal and confession, who do you choose when your heart is split in two? Charles Xavier x Reader x Wolverine

Chap 1 │ Chap 2 │ Chap 3 │Chap 4 │ Chap 5 │ Chap 6 │Chap 7 │ Chap 8│ Chap 9 │Chap 10 │Chap 11 │Chap 12 │Chap 13 │Chap 14 │Chap 15 │Chap 16 │Chap 17 │Chap 18 │Chap 19 │Chap 20 │Chap 21 │Charles' Ending │ Logan's Ending

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂

Brian Jackson

Sore Loser

The bottle stopped spinning. You grinned at him from across the circle, mischief glinting in your eyes. Before he could overthink it—before he could ruin it—you leaned in, and your lips met. Who would imagine Brian Jackson to be such a fuckboy? TW! tease, first time, m!masturbation, f!oral sex, making out, unprotected sex.

Chap 1 │ Chap 2 │ Chap 3 │Chap 4 │ Chap 5 │ Chap 6

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂

Bruce Robertson

Bite me

Bruce Robertson does not give a shit about the weather. In fact, he thinks he’s better. Amanda Drummond has drunk a little bit too much. TW! dubious consent, mention of drugs, angst, in public, jealousy, making out, unprotected sex, asphyxiation.

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂

Tom Lefroy

Out of touch

Tom Lefroy enters a brothel expecting indulgence, but instead finds himself utterly schooled. With sharp wit and a stolen kiss, you leave the arrogant charmer breathless, his confidence shaken, and his education—unexpectedly—expanded. TW! prostitution, in public, making out, mention of f!oral.

Chap 1 │ Chap 2 │ Chap 3 │Chap 4 │ Chap 5

[intriguingpeoplebyangelafloyd]

BECOMING JANE (2007)

BECOMING JANE (2007)

Becoming Jane is a biographical fiction film directed by Julian Jarrold. The film stars Anne Hathaway as Jane Austen, as well as James McAvoy and Maggie Smith. Actor Ian Richardson appeared in the film before he died the same year the film was released.

The film depicts the early life of author Jane Austen and her love for Thomas Langlois Lefroy. The film is based on the book Becoming Jane Austen by Sarah Williams and Kevin Hood (2003). The writer pieced together some of the known facts about Jane Austen from her books and letters. The film was shot in Ireland, even though Austen lived in Hampshire, England.

#becomingjane#becomingjane2007#janeausten#becomingjaneausten#annehathaway#JamesMcAvoy

[lupus-exposed]

Becoming Jane (2007) ★★★★★★★★☆☆

[raurquiz]

#HappyBirthday #JamesMcVoy #actor #CharlesXavier #xmen #firstclass #daysofthefuturepast #Apocalypse #DarkPhoenix #narnia #thelionthewitchandthewardrobe #thelastkingofscotland #Penelope #becomingjane #atonement #wanted #thedisapparenceofeleanorrigby #split #glass #atomicblonde #speaknoevil #childrenofdune #shameless #HisDarkMaterials #thesandman @streammaxla @marvelstudios @disneyplusla

[ladylipt]

Moments in the rain ☔

1 - Pride and Prejudice (2005)

2 - Northanger Abbey (2007)

3 - Sense and Sensibility (1995)

4 - Jane Eyre (2006)

5 - Becoming Jane (2007)

6 - Far from the Madding Crowd (2015)

Pictures found on: @pinterest

#janeausten #janeaustenfan #janeite #austenite #austenland #charlottebronte #thomashardy #novels #books #perioddramas #perioddrama #prideandprejudice #northangerabbey #senseandsensibility #janeeyre #becomingjane #farfromthemaddingcrowd

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[chrisevansleftpeck]

i just need to put out into the world that “illicit affairs” by taylor swift is the perfect song to describe the romance of jane austen and tom lefroy in the movie “becoming jane”. i will die on this hill.

[the-rosy-lore-shop]

Here is some bullet journal inspiration from The Rosy Lore Shop! The theme of this page is “Favorite Movies”. I have listed some of my top favorite movies. “Pride and Prejudice” (the 2005 version) is my favorite movie of all time. 

What is your favorite movie? Let me know in the comments below. <3

Here is the Bullet Journal link. 

[worldtrappedinworlds]

That smiiiiile

[ibelongtotheclassics]

✿ Favorite Male Characters  - Western Edition Part 2 ✿

[damlatoy1]

 "Sen bana, gerçekten sevilmeye değer bir kadının sevgisini kazanabilmek için daha başka erdemlere sahip olmam gerektiğini öğrettin."

Jane Austen- Gururu ve Önyargı kitabından.

Kitabı okuduktan hemen sonra 'Becoming Jane' filmini izlemenizi öneririm. Yazar ve kitaptaki olayların gidişatı ile ilgili koca bir anı yuvası olduğu gibi tartışmalarda yarattı. Filim Tom Lefroy (Thomas Langlois Lefroy) ve Jane Austin etrafında dönerken kitapa ilham olabildiği tartışmalarını sürdürülmesine dayandığı açıkça görülüyor. Bunun nedeni olarak gösterilen en güçlü kanıt ise yazarın, Bay Darcy için model olarak kendi kişiliğini kullandığı; Elizabeth Bennt için ise Lefroy'un girişken kişiliğini model olarak sunduğu gerekçesiyle Tom Lefroy'un Gurur Ve Önyargı üzerindeki etkisi münakaşa konusudur.

Kitabını okudum, filmi izledim, Becoming Jane izledim yine de kopamıyorum derseniiiz müthiş bir haberim var! 1995 yılında 'Aşk ve Gurur' adı ile 1 sezon, 6 bölümden oluşan bir dizi söz konusu. 🦉

[rulettebitch]

Out of Touch

Tom Lefroy enters a brothel expecting indulgence, but instead finds himself utterly schooled. With sharp wit and a stolen kiss, you leave the arrogant charmer breathless, his confidence shaken, and his education—unexpectedly—expanded. TW! prostitution, in public, making out, mention of f!oral.

This chapter was done thanks to @velmalav 's request <3

Chap 1 │ Chap 2 │ Chap 3 │Chap 4 │ Chap 5

Chapter 1

What a night. The bar was packed, buzzing with life, and you were preparing for your shift at the brothel. It wasn’t the most glamorous job, but it gave you a sense of independence. Your role was to serve drinks to men as they indulged in the flirtatious company of the women who worked there. You weren’t shy about the environment, though. Even if your job was merely to pour liquor, you had your own rules. If a gentleman offered a generous sum, if he could pay your rent in full, if he was handsome and you liked him—well, you weren’t above bending those rules. 

Excuses flitted through your mind as your gaze landed on him.

Blue eyes, brown hair, freckles dusted across his cheeks. He tipped back a shot of whiskey, one brow raised, an air of indifference masking his features.

God, he was pretty.

And you weren’t the only one who noticed. Every woman in the room seemed to be vying for his attention, showering him with affection. It made you cringe a little, and you turned away to serve another customer.

“Each day you look lovelier,” the old man murmured, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Will you drink with me tonight?”

You smirked, pouring his beer. “Oh, aren’t you bold for your age? But I’m afraid my job only allows me to serve drinks, not partake in them.”

“I’ve seen you bend that rule now and then,” he countered. “Was it not with Sir Heatherman?”

“Indeed,” you replied, your tone light but firm, “but he promised a voyage to Asia and a rather extravagant sum. How could I refuse?”

“Give it up, old man,” a familiar voice interrupted, startling you. “I saw her first.”

You turned to see a regular customer—a young man, though not too young. He wasn’t the type to come for the women; he only ever showed up when he was troubled, usually over some marital spat with his wife. You’d often play the role of his counselor, offering advice like, “Buy her flowers,” or “Bring her a treat from the market.”

“Problems with the missus again?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“An apocalypse,” he sighed dramatically.

You gestured for him to follow you to a quieter corner of the bar. “Then I’ll have to charge you double for my counsel.”

As you moved to sit beside him, a hand suddenly gripped your arm. You slid out of the grasp effortlessly, used to men who thought they could claim you without permission.

“Sir, do not touch me,” you said coldly, turning to face the offender.

“How much for the night?” His voice was warm, his tone casual, as though discussing the weather.

You turned, recognizing him immediately—the handsome man you’d noticed earlier. What a shame, you thought, that such a pretty face could belong to someone so crass.

“I am a server, not a prostitute, Sir,” you replied, meeting his gaze without flinching. “I pour your drinks, not warm your bed.”

“But I bet you’re quite skilled at both,” he said, his tone dripping with flirtation as he took a seat beside your other customer.

“You may waver all you like, but you’ll receive neither,” you shot back, earning a chuckle from the man across from you.

You sat down, keeping a careful distance but continuing to pour drinks. Determined to ignore the handsome stranger, you turned your attention back to your regular. 

“An apocalypse, you said?”

“Yes, my wife has asked for a—” he stammered, his face flushing. “For a— a— kiss.”

The blue-eyed man burst into laughter, his voice sharp and mocking. “You’ve come to a brothel because your wife asked for a kiss? Are you serious?”

“A kiss on the cunt,” the man clarified, his voice barely above a whisper.

The room seemed to freeze for a moment. Even the blue-eyed man fell silent.

You smirked, leaning forward. “Well, what’s the dilemma? If you’re already down there, you might as well pay courtesy.”

“How?” he asked, his voice trembling with embarrassment.

“You’ve gone awfully quiet, sir,” you said, turning to the blue-eyed man. “You were quite keen just moments ago. Are you suddenly shy?”

“Lefroy,” he muttered, his cheeks flushing as he avoided your gaze. “My name is Lefroy.”

“It seems to me,” you continued, your tone teasing, “that both of you come here seeking pleasure but forget to return the favor to the ladies. It’s quite simple, really.”

Mr Lefroy swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on you.

“Well, the cunt has many parts, Sir Hans, Mr Lefroy,” you said, addressing them both. “This will get rather descriptive. Are you sure you want to hear it?”

They nodded, their interest palpable.

“Very well,” you began, your voice calm and matter-of-fact. “Imagine a cunt—not just the hole, but the entirety of it.” You reached for the small notebook you kept tucked in your waistband and began to sketch, pointing as you explained. “When kissing a cunt, it’s not the hole you should be concerned about, but the clitoris.”

“The what?” Hans asked, his brow furrowed.

“The clitoris,” you repeated, indicating the spot on your drawing. “It’s a small bud, sometimes hidden between the lips. It’s incredibly sensitive, so you must start slowly.”

Both men nodded, their eyes fixed on your sketch.

“You might begin by kissing it,” you continued, “but you can also flick it with your tongue, breathe on it, or even suck on it gently.”

“With what must you flick it?” Lefroy asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“With your tongue, Sir,” you replied, your tone patient.

“How?” Hans pressed, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“The same way you’d French kiss,” you began, but Lefroy interrupted.

“Could you… demonstrate?” he asked, his voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and desire.

You raised an eyebrow, amused. “Do you not know how to French kiss?”

“Well—yes, but—not a cunt,” he stammered.

“You use your tongue, sir, not just your lips,” you explained, licking your own lips to demonstrate.

“Like this?” he asked, his eyes locked on your mouth.

You leaned closer to Lefroy, your eyes locking with his. There was a flicker of hesitation in his gaze, but also a hunger—a curiosity that mirrored your own. You could feel the heat of his breath mingling with yours, the air between you charged with tension.

“Like this,” you murmured, your voice low and steady, as you closed the distance between you.

Your lips brushed his, softly at first, a tentative exploration. His mouth was warm, and you could taste the faint tang of liquor on his tongue. You lingered there for a moment, letting him adjust to the sensation, before gently pressing closer. Your hand found its way to the back of his neck, your fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair, guiding him as you deepened the kiss.

Your tongue flicked against his, a slow, deliberate motion meant to teach rather than overwhelm. He responded in kind, his movements clumsy at first but growing more confident as he followed your lead. The kiss became a dance—a push and pull of lips and tongues, each movement deliberate and unhurried. You could feel the tension in his shoulders ease as he relaxed into it, his hands hesitating before they settled on your waist, pulling you closer.

The world around you seemed to fade—the noise of the bar, the chatter of patrons, the clinking of glasses—all of it dissolved into the background. There was only the heat of his mouth on yours, the way his breath hitched when you nipped lightly at his lower lip, the way his fingers tightened on your waist as if he never wanted to let go.

You pulled back slightly, your lips still brushing his as you spoke, your voice a whisper. “Do you understand now?”

He nodded, his eyes dark and unfocused, his breathing uneven. “I think so,” he managed, his voice rough.

But before he could say more, you kissed him again, this time with more urgency. Your tongue swept into his mouth, coaxing a low groan from him as he responded in kind. His hands slid up your back, pulling you flush against him, and for a moment, it was hard to remember this was meant to be a lesson. The kiss was fiery, consuming, and you could feel the heat of it spreading through your veins, igniting something deep within you.

When you finally broke away, both of you were breathless. Your cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were wide with a mixture of awe and desire. You smirked, though your own heart was racing, and leaned back in your seat, putting a bit of distance between you.

“Well,” you said, your voice steady despite the warmth still lingering in your chest, “I trust you’ve learned something useful.”

Lefroy blinked, as if coming back to himself, and nodded slowly. “I… yes. Thank you.”

“Do I need to demonstrate for you as well?” you asked, turning to Hans.

“I believe I’ve learned enough by watching,” he replied, his voice tinged with amusement.

You smirked, closing your notebook and tucking it back into your waistband. “Then I suggest you both put that knowledge to good use.”

GOD I FUCKING MISSED WRITTING JANE AUSTEN STYLE OMG I've made so many Darcy fanfics on ao3 GOD FUCK YES It was supposed to be a one-shot. But it's a fucking series. how bout dat

[soniatweety-blog]

[you-n-i-bts]

Becoming Jane, 2007

[eternattesa]

I have no money, no property, I am entirely dependent upon that bizarre old lunatic, my uncle. I cannot yet offer marriage, but you must know what I feel. Jane, I'm yours. God, I'm yours. I'm yours, heart and soul.

Becoming Jane (2007)

[raurquiz]

#Happybirthday @annehathaway #annehathaway #actress #ThePrincessDiaries #EllaEnchanted #brokebackmountain #TheDevilWearsPrada #becomingjane #GetSmart #bridewars #ValentinesDay #AliceinWonderland #throughthelookingglass #loveandotherdrugs #thedarkknightrises #LesMiserables #Interstellar #Oceans8 #TheWitches #shecametome @hbomaxla @disneyplusla