#my rakish cad

[abagofmagictrix]

Star Wars Villains in animation go so hard dude

[maytheforcebetickle]

Star Wars Tickle Fic Ideas

I'm just going to make a list of 20 star wars tickle fic Ideas that either I or someone else can write! It's to get my creative juices flowing!

Jedi Lyn Rakish and Apprentice Barriss Offee grow their friendship through sparring and a surprise tickle attack.

Padme admits a little playful secret to Anakin Skywalker and he falls deeper in love with her and her laugh than he ever thought possible.

Qui-gon teaches Padawan Obi-wan Kenobi the importance of meditating through distractions.

A book is discovered detailing the ancient secrets of force tickling, and just how powerful of a method it can be.

Luke Skywalker finds Ahsoka Tano to ask about his father and her's history. Turns out Luke has the same tickle spots as Anakin did.

After getting Ezra back, Sabine can't help but make sure he's in her line of sight at all times. Ezra finds a sneaky way to let her know that he'll be alright and she doesn't have to worry so much.

Chewey discovers he doesn't have to rip people's arms off to get what he wants. Or Han Solo is being chased around the Falcon by a wookie who has found out that his friend is ticklish.

Darth Sidious decides to punish Count Dooku for failing him, but instead of the regular force lightning, he has a different tactic in mind.

Rey discovers Kylo Ren's true weakness. Now it is him running for his life.

Cad Bane hardly ever shows his affection for TODO 360, but when he has no one else to piss off or get the upper hand on, he supposes he can make do with his barely adequate droid companion.

Chopper finds young Hera sulking in a corner and decides to cheer her up.

While Obi-Wan and Anakin team up to do a two-man stealth mission, it leaves Captain Rex and Commander Cody to engage in friendly competition.

Nala Se teaches Omega about medical practices. Or Nala Se is finally honest with Omega about how much she means to her.

Quinlan Vos and Asajj Ventress are two shattered people, but that doesn't mean they don't show their softest edges to each other.

Savage Opress and Darth maul express their deep concern for each other by threatening to end the other's life. Do they mean it? Probably not, but one of them will be tickled mercilessly.

General Grievous recounts a time when he was not all metal. His late partner Kummar was able to invoke emotions within him that no one else could.

R2D2 is tired of C3PO's overuse of big words. It's time to find out if droids can giggle.

Lando Calrissian and L3-37 have a small argument. Luckily for Lando, droids are ticklish.

Set in a universe where Shmi isn't sold off by Watto and instead freed, Anakin brings Obi-Wan, Padme, Ahsoka, and his 501st to visit his mom. He never expected such embarrassment and betrayal by his own mother much to the amusement of everyone else involved.

Jyn Erso and Cassian Andor somehow survive the explosion. They find solace and comfort in each other.

[mermaidsirennikita]

hi you probably get this ask all the time but i'd love some recs with a wallflower heroine that isn't romancing mr bridgerton or devil in winter (the GOAT). thank you!!!

Sure! I don't think I get this as much as you might think lol.

Sarah MacLean writes a few good Wallflowers!

Nine Rules to Break When Romancing a Rake--Kinda classic, the heroine is a wallflower who realizes she's going on the shelf and decides to ball out and have fun beforehand. She runs into a very slutty rake and makes an agreement with him that leads to her experiencing~ the world (also... dick).

A Rogue by Any Other Name--My favorite MacLean, the heroine has gone on the shelf because her fiance ditched her years ago. She ends up in a forced marriage with her childhood best friend because he's back after losing everything and recovering what he lost means marrying her... whether she wants it or not.

And more...

Dearest Rogue by Elizabeth Hoyt--The heroine is actually blind, which has led to her domineering older brother to overprotect her and shelter her from society. Then a kidnapper attempts to steal her, which leads to her going on an adventure with her hot, older bodyguard (impetuous dry humping ensues).

The Truth About Cads and Dukes by Elisa Braden--A plain, bespectacled heroine who feels overshadowed by her sisters ends up married to a frosty straitlaced duke after his brother compromises her (not in a sexual way). Naturally, he's obsessed with her and brings her out of her shell.

How to Steal a Scoundrel's Heart by Vivienne Lorret--The ironic thing about this is that the heroine was a wallflower type until she ended up having her reputation ruined, which deemed her scandalous. Which is why she ends up taking a rake up on his offer to make her his official mistress for four months (no more and no less). A great romance in which the HORRIBLE BAD BOY ends up melting for this woman.

A Rake's Guide to Seduction by Caroline Linden--A different take on a wallflower, wherein the heroine was vivacious until she married a shithead. He's dead now and she's depressed, but when she goes to a house party she reconnects with her brothers' rakish, scandalous friend (who had a thing for her and almost offered for her before she got engaged). He brings her back to life.

Stacy Reid's Sinful Wallflowers series, as the title suggests, focuses on a group of wallflower friends. Suffice to say, the shit they get up to is a bit... racier... than what the Kleypas Wallflowers do. They're all good, but my favorite is My Darling Duke, in which the heroine pretends that she's engaged to this reclusive duke no one has seen in years (which turns out to be because an accident left him disabled and using a wheelchair often, something he emotionally struggles with) only for him to come out of hiding and be like "YOU RANG?"

A Week to Be Wicked by Tessa Dare--The heroine is a nerd who doesn't really want to be Seen, and ends up on a roadtrip romance to this Fossil Event with a rakish hero who, among other things, teaches her what sex is by humping her through a sheet until they both come. It's gREAT. Tessa writes a good few wallflowers--I'd also recommend When a Scot Ties the Knot on this level.

The Lady Gets Lucky by Joanna Shupe is a Gilded Age wallflower book. The heroine is very shy, but she wants to be able to seduce a man--so naturally, she makes a deal with the local slutty rake to get seduction lessons. As you do.

[snailsarecute]

✨Bridgerton S3 thoughts ✨

- Lord Debling is pretty chill. He is straightforward, kind, and attractive. I find the fact that shondaland cannot make new material, again bandying about a marriage proposal, rather uninspired of them.

- In the effort to ramp up Colin’s sexual appeal, they gave him a glow up that made him look less like a 12 year old, but still young. A lot of his lines and choices make him seem rather gross. Sure, it’s explained as he’s playing a part or whatnot, but that just makes him feel icky. His tone went from kind of bright and bubbly in earlier seasons to a simpering cad, and while it’s an attempt at making him seem “rakish” he instead comes off as creep. While the book!Colin was overbearing and controlling, show!Colin has really no features that redeem the muck they put on him on the way. Most of his scenes I cringed through, at no fault of the actor.

- Penelope is… fine. Glad to see her pushing for her own choices with regard to her wardrobe, but I can’t fault her for how she presented herself to Lord Debling, as that was the entire point.

- As per usual, Whistledown is vicious in a way that is not portrayed in the book.

- I love Kantony. I truly do. I disliked the change they did to season 2 to “enhance the suspense”. But it’s like the writers’ have to have that suspense? Their imagination is so limited by the pair that they sent them away? Much of their interactions felt forced with a layer of smut on top of it. Again, they have amazing chemistry, but the direction of their story felt awkward and strange, for the little we saw.

- There is ONE reference to Edwina. From the queen. And how she made a match overseas. I find it lazy how little they cared to properly address that elephant.

- Francesca is the best character.

- I found myself enthralled with Francesca’s little arc. Balancing a quiet and introspective personality with the demands of the ton did not seem easy, so I was always happy to be in her scenes, a reprieve from the rest of the cringe.

- John was a delight. Will have my heart broken by him later.

- I’ll be interested to know screen time comparisons for main couples across the seasons. I don’t feel like I saw a lot of Polin, despite them being the headline couple, but we still have another half season to go. It just felt like Colin kind of randomly lost his mind over Pen with very little reasoning. He loves her. The plot demands it.

- Portia explaining the birds and the bees was not something I’d expected. However, a lot of her lines about security and love were not incorrect. I liked her more this season than others.

- Cressida having a bit of character growth was unexpected. They wanted us to feel bad for the big bully, well, they succeeded by her listening to Eloise’s scolds.

- Eloise was fine, except at the very beginning when she’s a downright bitch to Colin giving her a gift??? Like, honey, you’ve been blathering on about women’s rights, he gave you something thoughtful. You should have more class than this. Dang.

- Gregory, GO TO SCHOOL. He’ll never be able to support so many children without an education.

- Hyacinth was fantastic, for the quick moments they were there.

- Ben being pseudo-Anthony was weird, but not unexpected. Large casts like these make it difficult to work everyone in. And hot damn does he just want to be stepped on. Lady Tilly sheesh.

- I do not want to see Violet’s garden be watered. Thanks. Ew.

- At least they gave Colin the line. I would have expected a riot had they not.

[legends-of-time]

The Strength of a High and Noble Hill (Outlander)

Chapter 37: Unravels

Masterlist

Brian is taking a breather from the festivities by standing at the back of one of the tents. The dancing to folk music as well as drinking games has started and everyone's making merry.

"It's always good to have a bit of a fight, isn't it?" Brian looks up to see it's the man he's met earlier at the wedding ceremony, Brynmor Jones.

Brian blinks in confusion. "What?"

Brynmor gestures over his shoulder. "The fight between Manfred McGillivray and Harley Boble."

Oh, Brian remembers now.

It's not surprising that things are never calm at events like this, especially with heightened tensions, and murmurings of revolution plus everyone has a bit of a drink, celebrating the Gathering as well as Roger and Ellen's wedding. And it's because of this that Brian meets the rest of the McGillivray clan mentioned when he had met the father and daughter duo when Harley Boble, whom Brian has already had this misfortune of meeting, tried to arrest the eldest McGillivray offspring.

Brian was about to intervene and protect the young man when he saw three young talk blonde women (one of them he realised was Inga McGillivray, who he thought looked rather beautiful but is sixteen which he is not going near), come charging over with an older version taking the lead and feeling rather impressed as they then subdued Boble by sitting on him. He thought Inga was remarkable in the way she spoke up for her brother when Da had questioned them on what had happened.

Brian looks away from the blue eyes and lets out a shaky chuckle. "Uh, yeah, you're telling me."

"Why you out here? Are you hiding from all the attention?" Brynmor smirks.

Brian thinks of all the attention he's received from all the young ladies. Some he liked and many he didn't. "Er, um, yes, you could say that."

"Why?" There's no judgment in his tone as he watches Brian curiously, walking closer.

"Just..." Brian hesitates, looking down at his shoes. He is not sure, if it is appropriate to share his predicament with the stranger so he shrugs, keeping his answer vague as he says, "...needed some space from everything else in there, I reckon."

Brynmor simply hums understandingly, pursing his lips. "I don't blame you. I'm not a particularly a big fan of all the attention of the ladies."

Brian dares to look up at that. "And you're all so desirable then?"

"I like to think so." His lips tip into a rakish smile. Brian can't help but notice he's standing closer than he had been before.

Brian laughs awkwardly. "Yeah, well, I don't think I completely fit in with the archetypal son my father wants."

"What? Flirting with all the beauties you come across? Not an enthusiast?" Brynmor is standing right next to him now.

"No," then Brian corrects himself, "well, I am, sort of. I do and can but not fully plus I, er, don't like being the centre of attention."

"Well, too bad. From what I've heard, you're the stud of the ridge." Brynmor remarks.

Brian scrunches up his nose. "Erghh. No thanks." It makes him sound like a cad.

"Prefer to hide in secluded corners then?" Brynmor is leaning close now.

Brian freezes and is able to splutter, "W-well, I–I only needed—" and then Brynmor lips press to his.

It was so fast that Brian hardly even felt the brush of fingers against his cheek. In his shock, all Brian can do is sag against Brynmor, hands gripping his clothes on reflex, limbs pliant and mouth moving. He tests leaning into the kiss and is rewarded by Brynmor making a breathless noise.

After a few moments, there's cheering from behind them, loud enough to have Brian rip himself away from Brynmor and bolt upright with a panicked look around the tent. He takes enough time to ensure that the cheering they hear is actually from the crowd as they play some sort of drinking game. He can feel the slight tremor in his frame. His gaze moves back to Brynmor and he wonders what he looks like. Probably someone filled with fear and anxiety.

Brynmor seems to have realised no one has seen them and rushes forward, kissing Brian on the mouth once more. Brian is startled once again but this time he has enough thought to shove him back, hard.

"Brynmor—stop. God." He runs a hand through his hair, panting. "We can't."

"Why not? We're alone." Brynmor grabs at the wool of Brian's coat, trying to reel him in.

"Brynmor, stop. We're not– I said no." Brian says hurriedly.

Brynmor stumbles back, blinking, and gets a good look at Brian's face. "Oh, you're serious. I'm sorry, I'm so embarrassed." He laughs awkwardly.

"Brynmor, it isn't you. We just can't." Brian tries to reassure him, feeling bad for having made the other man feel embarrassed. "It's just my Da will strangle you dead with his bare hands and me too."

Brynmor nods reluctantly. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have put in this position."

"It's fine. I–I should go find my friends." Brian stammers, swallowing hard and periodically flicking his gaze back to the crowd congregated. He gently touches Brynmor's elbow, and he sees Brynmor shiver. Brian continues, "Nothing's changed. I won't say anything, and it will be as if this never happened."

Brynmor frowns in disappointment and nods. Brian takes the opportunity to immediately flee.

Oh God.

——

Ellen's vision blurs as she stumbles away from where Lord John and Da stand, those words ringing in her ears.

There have been sightings of Bonnet in the Province.

She needs– she can't—

He is dead. The explosion– he should be dead.

Oh God. Jemmy, Roger, Brian—

Brian. She needs to find Brian, now. She needs her brother.

She eventually does find him, but he's surrounded by two young women, looking up at him, giggling, and twirling their hair.

She recognises them, she was introduced to them earlier. It's Marion and Agnes MacLeod, Bobby MacLeod's (one of the Ardsmuir men) daughters. Normally her brother gets uncomfortable with the attention from girls who fawn over him but is too polite to say anything. This time he seems to be actually enjoying it with no hint of worry. Ellen would hate to break that.

Normally she would laugh but instead, she feels forgotten as she watches Brian laugh at something Marion MacLeod had said.

She shakily stumbles away, full of abandonment, to where she knows her mother and son are, trying to swallow down her emotions so Mama won't notice anything's wrong.

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A/N: Please leave comments on how you're enjoying this story and what you think.

[rotisserie-panda]

Once again absolutely loving @katefoxart for their poses!

[simon-doyle]

@bcssbitchs

“Linney, darling, let the servants handle the unpacking, come and have some champagne with me.” Simon’s voice takes on a whining quality but he carries it off with his usual cavalier charm. He knows the other passengers must see him as a fortune-hunter, rakish if one were to be kind, a cad if one were not. It’s gauche to marry for money, and the thought is so obvious on every passenger’s face--you don’t deserve her, she’s married far beneath her. He just smiles benignly, because what they don’t know, what they haven’t figured out yet, is it takes skill to be this “lucky.” To find oneself in the same club as one’s target, to inject fate into the moment when your hands first touch, and then dance with her and look at her as though seeing your own destiny. There is an art to being the second son of a semi-prominent family, to gambling and drinking and romancing, always a degree or two past civility but never far enough to bring ruin to one’s name.

The blue box is brought in by one of the servants and Simon’s greedy eyes go to it immediately. That one piece of jewelry could finance the rest of his life with Jackie, but he’s going for the bigger gamble, the double or nothing wager on blood red. The entire Ridgeway fortune is only heartbeats away, Linnet’s heartbeat, which he feels when he encircles her thin, bony wrist with his forefinger and thumb.

“Let’s have a look,” he instructs the servant, and when the box is opened he breathes a little sigh into Linnet’s dark hair.

“Pretty,” he says off-handedly, as though it is a mere trinket and not worth a sultan’s ransom.

“But I possess the most priceless jewel on this steamer. You, my dear.”

Dearest, darling, dead.

[seanfalco]

So I brought a shovel, lets just bury ourselves in the trashpile. :) If you're interested/willing, how bout a Valdo x Reader with #16 from the kiss list (one person pouting only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person)

Fandom: The Witcher

Pairing: Valdo Marx x Reader

Word Count: 1286

Rating: G

a/n:I really enjoyed writing this.  Ugh, send me all the Valdo requests pls & thx you. 

Taglist: @ficsandcatsandficsandcats @nevadawolfe @coffee-and-stories

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The night was wearing on but the celebration was still in full swing.  Revelers spilled out amongst the estate grounds, their cares and dignity laid aside for the night, to be donned once more upon the morrow.  For now however, they danced and drank and chased each other through the twists and turns of the intricate hedge maze in the center of the lawn, their shouts of mirth filling the warm night air.

You wandered the grounds, picking your way through the clusters of nobles, searching for one man in particular, though attempting not to make it look that way.  Your brother’s parties were a thing of legend, beautiful and over the top, but you had been to so many now that they had begun to become droll in their extraordinariness -- that was until you had met him.

He had come from Cidaris, making his first appearance several months ago -- the lithe bard with the stunning emerald eyes and the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen; dark curls framing his handsome face as his gaze had met yours across the room, stealing your breath, his appearance rivaled only by his musical skill.

After that first night, he had returned at the next jubilee, seeking you out, claiming that just a glimpse of your beauty had stolen his heart and then he had stolen a kiss.  

Each stolen moment together always ended the same -- Valdo begging you to come with him, waxing poetic about how the world was lesser for your absence and that he needed his muse by his side for him to flourish; his entreaties tempting you and twisting at your heart.

In the entirety of your life you swore you had never felt more alive than when you laid in his arms, writing poetry upon each other’s skin with each feverish caress.  And in the quiet moments after it felt as though your heart might burst, for surely you had fallen for him.  How could you not have?  

But you couldn’t leave, your place was here.  You were the level-headed one, the responsible sibling.  You could only imagine the abysmal state your family’s estate would fall to if left solely in your brother’s reckless hands.  But each time Valdo left you wondered if it would be the last you saw of him; it was only a matter of time before he would tire of this game and find a new muse, wasn’t it?

Your brother had come to you earlier, his usual carefree smile flashing across his face.  “Dearest sister,” he had begun, and you waited for the favour he was surely about to ask of you.  To your surprise however, it was not what he wanted of you, but what he wanted to do for you.

“When was the last time you did anything for yourself?” he asked, his expression sobering.  “I am your elder and yet you have to take care of me most days.” 

You’d opened your mouth to argue, but he’d cut you off.  “Please don’t deny it [Y/N], I know very well how irresponsible I’ve been.  Well, don’t you think it’s about time I stepped up?  I’ve had my fun cadding about, now its your turn for a little adventure.  I believe tonight will be my last party for a while.”

He’d given you a meaningful look before winking, his usual charming grin returning to his face as he’d walked off, leaving you alone with your thoughts.  This was clearly the push you needed.  Now you just had to channel his energy and be a little impulsive.

Beginning to despair that your brother’s gift of freedom had been in vain when you still couldn’t find Valdo, you wilted against the trunk of a solid oak nearby a group of drunken party-goers, trying to tune out their voices.

That was when you heard it.  That clear lilting voice accompanied by the strum of a lute and a flush rose to your cheeks as you listened to the lyrics of his song, realizing they were about you.  Turning, you saw him, standing in a pool of light beneath one of the flickering lanterns strung about the courtyard and your heart leapt into your throat as he flashed that smile you loved so much.  

Once the last note hung in the air Valdo bowed with a flourish, though among the roar of cheers and applause he only had eyes for you.  Ignoring those gathered, he rose, striding straight to you leaving a trail of whispers, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips.

“My darling, my muse, I’ve been searching for you all night.”  Glancing up, his eyes caught yours and your heart fluttered violently.

“I have too.  Been searching for you,” you exclaimed, your words not quite working correctly under the weight of his gaze.  

Finally seeming to notice the crowd pressing in around you, Valdo scowled slightly, annoyance flashing across his face at their presence.  “Perhaps we should find somewhere a bit more private to continue our conversation,” he suggested, not waiting for your response before quickly pulling you with him away from the prying eyes.  No doubt already spreading word of what they saw; gossiping and speculating about you and your relationship with the famed bard.

However those thoughts were soon forgotten as Valdo led you deeper into the grounds and you picked up your skirts to run, laughing freely; his slim hand warm in yours.  Finally away from the noise of the party you stopped to catch your breath, falling against Valdo as he pulled you in for a kiss, the taste of wine still sweet on his lips. 

Pulling back his face fell slightly as his eyes studied you.  “[Y/N], how do you truly feel about me?” he asked, his usual bravado faltering.

Taken aback by his question you hesitated only a moment.  “I happen to be very much in love with you, Valdo.”

Your response seemed to surprise him in turn and a trickle of worry ran through you at his frown.  “Then why do you always refuse me when I beg you to come with me?” he asked with exasperation.  “I have asked you every time, and every time you turn me down.  Can’t you see how much I need you?  What is a man to think of so many refusals?” he continued and you quickly hid your grin behind your hand.

Valdo was many things, but you had yet to see him pout like this before, and you found it strangely endearing, being able to see behind his courtly rakish mask of confidence he usually wore to get a glimpse of him so vulnerable.

“Wait, are you smiling?  Is my pain amusing to you?” he cried, quite scandalized.

“No!” you were quick to assure him, though your grin only grew.  “I’m not mocking you Valdo, I promise.”  

He looked skeptical, his pout growing.

“Ask me again,” you implored, smoothing your features and taking his hands in yours.

“If this is some sort of trick, I’ll--”

Cutting him off with a well timed kiss you were rewarded with a soft sigh, his long eyelashes fluttering, and when you pulled away his pout was gone.

“Ask me again,” you repeated, giving him a meaningful look and he swallowed.

“[Y/N], run away with me,” he murmured against your lips, holding his breath for your answer.

“Yes,” you replied, unable to hold back your grin any longer and Valdo’s arms were around you, pulling your closer.

“Say it again so I know I’m not dreaming,” he begged.

“Yes!”  You gasped a laugh before his mouth was on yours once more, leaving you speechless, so you merely returned his kiss, pressing your answer into his skin.

[zenosanalytic]

Good and Ridiculous

I’m not a great aficionado of Emma adaptations(aside from Clueless, of course uvu), I’ve always been more of a Pride&Prejudice viper myself uwu uwu, but Emma(2020) by Autumn de Wilde is really Very Good. My immediately impressions:

A good tagline to this would be “everybody thinks they know what they’re doing, and everybody’s wrong” u_u

shrinking and removing the written age gaps was a Very Good Idea, though there is ONE SCENE, where Elton snubs Harriet by dodging a dance with her via the excuse that he is “an old married man”(while being both young and only recently married), where having Knightley be a much older man(and a “confirmed bachelor” at that, long publicly disinterested in courting and marriage) absolutely adds to the scene, as having a genuinely older man publicly asking her after such a slight not only shows his compassion but also acts as an absolutely ruthless, and again Very Public, incineration of Elton(you are a MAN of the CLOTH for heaven’s sake!).

This version of Emma is a VERY rare example of a movie which presents marriage NOT as a breaking of families, but as a realization and binding together and growing of both families and communities. Admittedly that’s already there in Emma itself(every step in Emma’s path to marrying Knightley is her realizing and then abandoning the folly of her arrogance&condescension, then to truly value, and so reinforce, her connections to others), but de Wilde does an Excellent job of foregrounding that in this adaptation, espcl with the comic-lovablness of Emma’s father(played wonderfully by Bill Nighy here) and with her friendship with Harriet, and with a real&sensitive subtlety as well.

to wit: the treatment of his(and his oldest daughter, Isabelle’s) fear of illness. This is played to (sometimes brutal)hilarity throughout... and then the out-of-hand drop that Emma’s mother died of a sudden illness. The comedicness is never sacrificed and yet the realness and continuing presence and depth of that pain and fear is not only conveyed, but looking back you see it in what of the film you’ve already watched, and it explains all of it so heartbreakingly. And to then build off of that by showing -purely through Nighy’s physical acting- how Emma’s marriage is reworked to care for that pain(again, building on the theme, to strengthen her connections rather than sever them) is just really done so movingly.

Another good tagline for this movie: “Everyone is both Good and Ridiculous” u_u

And speaking of Nighy, there’s this exQUISITE look of surprise/dismay/disgust he gives a painting while touring Knightly’s house that had me in stitches. I had to stop the movie, rewind, and watch it again four times. I Loved It, Entirely u-u u-u u-u

Obvsl this is a comedy, and Obvsl it’s focused on the lives of the landed and monied aristocracy(mostly petit, though Emma&her father seem to be big fish in their little pond), but Austen was an astute observer of class in her day(if primarily focused on class-precarity WITHIN the gentry), and de Wilde does a good job of emphasizing this without straying from the source-material or breaking the setting? I mean: it’s certainly not a focus of the story, but that aspect is sort of implicitly conveyed by the filmmaking?? Idk; I was impressed by it but can’t really put it into detailed words, I need to think on it, probably read on it, and very likely watch it again.

speaking of the fish metaphor, de Wilde does an EXCELLENT job of using the Jane Fairfax:Emma Woodhouse::Frank Churchill:Mr. Knightley dyads to examine these issues. Obvsl, to point out Emma’s LACK of the refinement and society she aspires to(pointedly in the body of a fortuneless orphan who, by pure misadventure, just happened to grow up in London where she can be educated to the level Emma, as a provincial[albeit only a mere 16 miles from town] never could), but also, I would say, through Frank and Knightley. Frank isn’t treated unsympathetically as a cad here; the performance is certainly caddish, but there’s a(again X|) subtle sense of his rakish behavior being a ruse to divert attention from himself, Jane Fairfax, and their connection. One could surmise that, having spent so many years in London, he’s aware that ppl are always watching, and talking, and how easily information can get back to ppl who might hurt him with it(namely, his aunt who wants to use him to climb higher through an even wealthier marriage). Knightley, in contrast, is blunt and earnest because he can AFFORD to be; his fortune is secure in Himself, the Land he owns, and its productivity. Likewise, he can AFFORD to interact with his tenants, in a way someone like Emma or Frank is too concerned to do, because that interaction is economic for him and thus not only expected but praised in a landlord. OK the more I think abt this the more stuff I come up with, so I’ll stop there and with the observation that, really, it’s not a dyad but a triad with Harriet&Mr. Martin thrown in to each grouping(and also that Knightley and Emma are likewise examinations/critiques of each other).

This is a Very Funny movie.

This is a Very Painful to Watch movie, if you strongly feel second hand embarrassment.

Mr. Elton is the WORST.

Mrs. Elton is the WORST(until she’s not, and you realize Emma’s just kind of a snob).

Emma just straight-up disemboweled Miss Bates. That was VICIOUS. Like, seriously, the filmmaking around that scene really emphasized the cruelty of her comment, espcl in that context, it was So Excellent uwu

Ok, I understand now how ballroom dancing was, at one time, Very Horny(again: very good filmmaking: I’ll leave it at that u_u u_u)

Also very good casting&directing. Anya Taylor-Joy as Emma obvsl just grabs the camera in every scene she’s in, effortlessly, like she’s the Flipping Sun and it’s a sunflower, but everyone here is knocking it out of the park, constantly.

MIRANDA HART! Miranda Hart as Miss Bates is a Fucking Revelation >:| >:|

Emma/Harriet is Real u_u u_u so, So, SO Real u_u u_u u_u

Honestly I want a Queer reimagining/rewriting of this story Very Much u_u u_u

Emma’s a Rose u_u

ok Im gonna stop there

[elegant-etienne]

👑 If your OC became royalty, how would they use their power? What would their subjects' opinions of them be? Would they enjoy being royalty?

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Etienne: “...That is the sort of fantasy we have when we are young, isn’t it? What if we were something completely different from who we are? Oh, I did used to dream that I could be a King or Queen like that of a fairy story. And I would be a kind and just ruler. I am excellent with etiquette, with names, with... giving that velvet-gloved push to others. And I believe I am just and sympathetic. I would throw fancy balls, and dress in finery, and take a milk bath every eve... And princes would come to knock down my door for my hand, but I think mayhap I’d choose some rakish companion, some scoundrel from the sea...” Etienne laughs behind one hand. “As for my subjects, I don’t know. My friends think well of me now. I think folk who do not know me well already have an image that would well suit a ruler, in that I am very collected and proper and beautiful. But who am I, really? Who would I dare to be if everyone had an obligation, as my subjects, to adore me and obey me? I am terrified of the idea. My temper is rare, but when it does flare up, I can do terrible things. If I had an army, access to the sort of artifacts and magic rulers that rulers do...” Etienne sucks in their lower lip briefly, thinking. “I would like being royalty a bit too much. I think it would be difficult for me to give up. I do not think anyone should rule absolutely. Even me. I think it would corrupt me.”

Adi: “...I’d want to give it back to the people, honestly. I have no interest in ruling anyone. Having to carry on a legacy of expectations, not only for your family but an entire nation... No thanks. I suppose for as long as I could, I’d want to build schools and improve the health of my people, but... After that was in place, yeah, I’d see if I could step down.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Then again, I’m not too versed on politics, but, I know the Sultana’s had issues because the folks who’d step up in her place currently are even worse than her, and she’s just a puppet. We’d have to make a system where it wasn’t possible for gil to rule the way. I wonder if that’s possible.”

Houmei: “I was well-loved by my people, if seen of a bit of a cad and a layabout, ha ha! How sad that I didn’t get a chance to grow into my role. I think I’d be a very well-loved and generous king!”

((Thanks for the ask, @renofmanyalts!))

[redrobin-detective]

Having jumped from Constantine straight into Good Omens, my mind can’t help but imagine Johnny boy in the Good Omens universe.

Listen, Crowley and Aziraphale are angelic/demonic creatures who don’t exactly hide who they are living in London. You know where John Constantine lives and hunts said creatures. Like oh my god the opportunity of chaotic disaster.

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John is minding his own business, probably getting shitfaced in a bar when he senses that some magical arseholes are just magicking all over the place without regard for any sort of rules. He finds a dandy and some lanky beanpole in a leather jacket just, casually rewriting little bits of reality here and there. John is, well at first he’s a bit taken aback. Not every day you see a demon and an angel hanging ‘round the Earth, not to mention around each other. The demon’s got one arm over the angel’s shoulder, excitedly explaining about a car or something. The angel is nodding but has his nose deep in a book. He changes all the traffic lights without even a twitch so the pair can cross the street without breaking stride.

After he kind of jumps out of his stupor, he chases after them. “Hey you bloody morons, what the hell do you think you’re doing.” They stop and look at him, clearly annoyed to be interrupted on their date? business meeting?? “You can’t just go around mucking with humans, throwing your magic around like garbage.”

“That hasn’t stopped you Mr. Constantine,” the angel tuts, glancing up at the him over his book. “You made a mess of the leylines around my bookshop last month. Took me hours to sort them out, they were attracting even more customers to my shop. Heaven forbid I almost was forced to sell a book.” John kind of grimaces because well, point. The demon is looking at him and John can see the edges of his yellowed reptilian eyes behind the sunglasses, see the glitter of his sharpened teeth when he speaks.

“Alright, you got us, aren’t you a bright boy,” the demon speaks with a slight hiss. Definitely some kind of snake demon, must be pretty powerful to manifest human form like this. “We’re just heading back to my place for some scotch, we’ll stop at the bloody crosswalk next time. Just bugger off why don’t ya.” 

“You think I’m going to let some snippy angel,” the angel huffs, “and a goddamn snake demon run loose in London? This is my bloody city and I’m not letting you have her.”

“This city, this planet was ours long before you came about,” the angel said, still having not put down his book. “And by you I mean humans in general.” He looks over at his companion with a sigh, “this my dear boy is why I keep telling you that shouldn’t have tempted Young Eve with the Apple of Knowledge. Sure they have free will but then they act all entitled about it.”

“Yeah I heard you say it first time 6000 years ago,” the demon moaned, digging one pinkie into his ear. “But without free will we’d have no Elton John, no TV dinners,” his forked tongue flicked out, “no little chocolates with yummy little artificial flavors in them.”

“Oh well,” the angel pouted, properly looking up from his book for the first time to look over at the grinning demon. “This is why we never get anywhere with our arguments.”

“Oh I am so done with whatever the fuck is going on here,” John muttered feeling a bit mad and more than a little out of his depth. The apparent serpent of Eden (he’s in skinny jeans??) and an angel is a crooked bowtie were standing in the middle of London, chatting like old friends. Nothing about this was familiar, might as well follow the same old script anyway. 

He became murmuring some incantations under his breath, his hands and eyes glowing as he locked on the demon and began the banishing spell to send him back to Hell. The demon locked up and writhed uncomfortably as the words began to have an effect.

“Oi! Now you stop that young man,” the angel slapped him not too lightly on the head with his book, breaking John’s concentration and the spell fell apart. The demon belched quite loudly and thumped on his chest a few times. “I would like to have a word with your parents, you don’t just exorcise people in broad daylight and for no good reason. Crowley here may be a wily fiend, a tempter and a cad but with me here to balance him out, he is perfectly safe.”

“And Aziraphale may be a goody-two-shoe, stick in the mud but with as long as I’m around to keep an eye on him, he won’t be miracling the best of humanity away,” The demon, Crowley apparently, says with a rakish grin despite the fact that he was almost forcibly evicted from the Earth not a minute before. They look so at ease not just with each other but in their human bodies. These two aren’t newbies to the Earth, they’ve been around the block, perhaps as long as God put it into the universe. He stared at them for a minute and they stared right back, the whole of London teeming around them, ignoring an integral but invisible part of the planet.

“I am not nearly drunk enough for this,” he said eventually, pulling his packet of cigarettes out of his pocket. “I’m going to go have about 5 more drinks and you two better be long gone by the time I’m plastered.”

“Yeah we’re leaving only because there’s scotch at home not because of you,” the demon Crowley said with an eyeroll. “Oi can I bum one of those. Love smoking, another one of my ideas. Kills you real slow but you love it the whole time.” John didn’t even think as he offered out the carton and the demon carefully plucked a single cigarette out and soon was smoking it. There was no lighter, no flame. One moment it was unlit, the next it was. Oh John needed to get away from these absolutely bonkers things immediately. The Earth has so effectively swallowed up this angel and demon that they hardly stood out from the humans around them.

“Oh you know I hate that,” the angel Aziraphale said, and suddenly both cigarettes were gone, replaced by lollipops. John took it out and glared at it. Cherry, he squinted, his favorite. “Take care of yourself, Mister Constantine, you’re not er in Heaven’s good graces but with an attitude change maybe there’s hope.” He said with such a genuine smile John wanted to be sick.

“My side hates your guts if that means anything but then they hate most everything, even Black Sabbath which just doesn’t make any sense when you think about it,” Crowley said magicking his lolly, some blue flavor, back into a cigarette. John’s stubbornly remained a candy. “Right, see ya around. Or not, preferably,” that said, the demon’s armed slithered back around the angel’s shoulders and they continued down the way they were heading. The angel went back to his book and the demon picked back up about his car as if John had never been there at all. He supposes if you’ve lived on the planet among humans for thousands of years you just learn to tune it all out. Doesn’t mean they’re not a part of it all. Goddamn Ineffable Plans. 

“Fuck my bloody life,” John said, sticking the lolly back in his mouth and slouching his way back towards the bar. He really oughtn’t let those lunatics go but this was London, a city of lunatics if there ever was one. Somethings, even he had to admit, were beyond him. 

(2 years later when he wakes up with a splitting headache, reading through the news reports of Krakens and Tibetans in tunnels and Aliens in spaceships, he knows exactly what names to curse to hell and back).

[georgiansuggestion]

My Dearest Confidant, It is I, Mr. B.E.C., your correspondent from times past, pleading for your Condescension to my Cause: I have been invited by a Gentleman I have Much Discussed in these letters, who has confided in me as to his particular enjoyment of other gentlemen, to visit to-morrow a selection of diverting locations, amongst them a Town-House of our period converted to a Museum; a two-hundred year old variant; and an Art Gallery, all in my fair city of Bristol. (1/2)

However, I fear that the eligible woman, of French Ancestry, with whom he has been Courting, will be mine and his companion during the day’s activities. The Mlle. is leaving for that territory New Zealand in less than a month’s time, and will not be returning for quite some time, essentially ending her courtship with ‘my’ Mr. A. I do not wish to be the obstruction to Mr. A & his Mlle’s Courtship, but I am also heartened by the Provocations of Mr. A, who has been rakish in his own way with me. I ask, then, what you would have me do in this crossroads of Moral Significance? I need not assure you nor any-one of my desire to further his happiness (and his Mlle.’s), but I am so Frothy in my Desire for him that I fear for my Repute! Nevertheless, I am certain I shall feel an odd end in this day of Diversion, for it will be but the Three Of Us - I hope not in necessity for advice, but in desire for your cadence and support I know will bolster my resolve to do nothing! - Mr. B.E.C.

My Dear Mr B.E.C.–

I regret the Intolerable Delay of this Letter, which is of Such Duration that the Events Relayed are Long Passed, and the Characters Therein fallen Away to their Solitary Paths and Pursuits; Still, I esteem the Relationship Between Ourselves to be Such that, though it may be of No Practical Utility to hear my Thoughts so Far After the Fact, they may at Least grant some Insight or Solace regarding the Entire Affair.

The Mademoiselle, it seems, has made her Choice in the Matter, and through her Voyage will be Quite Remote from Mr. A. Fondness may foster a Fealty between a Couple Separated, as with the Wives of Soldiers, Sailors, and Other Such Persons who Frequently Travel, yet there is no Matrimonial Bond in this Case, and you yourself admit the Association to be at an End. To this Effect, if your Cupidity remains so Persistent as it has been these Last Months, my Counsel is to be Decisive in Deed, Regardless of the Ends to which Such Action will serve. This Gentleman has tarried with you for a Great Length, indulging in his Fondness to be Admired, yet granting only Allusions and Asides in Return; He must Either be taken at his Word, and pursue with you that which he has implied to be his Wish, or cast Aside as a Cad and Equivocator. I shall no Longer abide your Wistful Melancholia at the Hands of Such a One as Mr. A, nor Any Other Unworthy who seeks to solicit Affections without Intent to reciprocate them! You, and Indeed All of my Readership, are Deserving of Far Better.

Yours &tc.,The Editor