#unchaperoned

[dearestgentlereaders]

the way this scandalised me more than the carriage scene

[katherine40598583-blog]

Colin: Hey, listen, I know it’s late but I forgot to give Penelope my thoughts on last night’s cocktail selection, here’s a fifty if you bring her to the garden to talk to me alone in the dark, give us some space to discuss this very vital subject in peace, and not tell anyone, deal? It’s not like we’ll do anything, everyone knows we are totally not courting.

Penelope’s maid: Sure, Jan

[a-little-nerdy-dude-with-wings]

If Penelope and Colin are in a room together without the person who sings 'Good Luck Babe' nearby,

does that mean they’re engaging in activities Unchappellroaned??

[suspendingtime]

"...And then the one that I love more than any job I've ever had in my life. And, although I was a dog walker for a while and I've got to tell ya, it's close competition. I loved it." - Claudia Jessie

BRIDGERTON 2.05 'An Unthinkable Fate' | BTS 'At Home and on Set With the Bridgertons' | 1/1

[whats-in-a-sentence]

According to one story, the sage Ruan Ji, caught in a scandalous breach of etiquette (walking unchaperoned with his sister-in-law), just laughed: "Surely you do not mean to suggest that li" – custom, the foundation of Confucianism – "applies to me?" He expanded on his theme:

Have you ever seen the lice that inhabit a pair of pants? They jump into the depths of the seams, hiding themselves in the cotton wadding, and believe they have a pleasant place to live. Walking, they do not risk going beyond the edge of the seam; moving, they are careful not to emerge from the pants leg; and they they have kept to the rules of etiquette. But when the pants are ironed, the flames invade the hills . . . then the lice that inhabit the pants cannot escape.

What difference is there between the gentleman who lives within a narrow world and the lice that inhabit pants legs?

"Why the West Rules – For Now: The patterns of history and what they reveal about the future" - Ian Morris

[rantsintechnicolor]

the haunted mummy of perdeaux manor, episode 6

She turned her face north to find the source of a strange sound on the wind. George was making his way toward her. It had been his deep voice distorted by gusts and tumultuous ocean. She did not hope to like her brother’s new friend any better in this second encounter than she had during the first. She looked around for someone else he could be calling to, but they were the only two standing at the cliffs. Alone in the presence of a man was the situation teachers and family had warned her about ad nauseum since she her breasts began budding from her chest, which was consequently around the time she fell rather hard for her cousin Henry. As George approached, she felt mostly annoyance that he would put her in a situation where she would be scolded for enduring the company of a man, company she doubted she would enjoy. 

She turned her head to dab away her tears for Eva with the handkerchief tucked in her sleeve. As she turned back, she squared her shoulders and set her jaw to meet George. He had not yet changed out of his spattered riding clothes. He had replaced his top hat, which he touched in respectful greeting to her, and his curls were blowing around his temples ecstatically in the wind. His cheeks and the tip of his nose were again rosy with their exposure to the weather. He looked like a portrait by a master painter rather than a man of twenty-one. 

“Miss Perdeaux. Pardon my intrusion,” when he neared enough to be heard without yelling over the noise of the wind. His face wore an anxious expression.

She indicated it was no intrusion, because, while she did think he was intruding, it would be impertinent to admit so to a guest. He smiled tentatively, sensing she was being polite, but his green eyes sparkled in the last sunlight before the storm. 

“Your brother invited me to rest after showing me the house, but I wanted to catch the remainder of this beautiful day. What an exceedingly wild and artistic landscape here.” He gestured vaguely, his voice effusive.

She gave him a tight smile. He was clearly hoping she would continue his efforts at a conversation, but she was disinclined to gratify him. She felt confusion that he would seek her out for any conversation, expecting him very much in her brother’s camp-- and more than likely in his bed-- rather than bother to speak to her. 

“I’m very happy to see it,” George continued awkwardly. “Eerm.” He had more to say, but he seemed to be having trouble forming the words, and Rebecca made no effort to rescue him from his discomfort. His effort began to persuade her that his manner was very different from her brother’s other friends. Firstly, none of them cared to walk about the grounds when he brought them, preferring to ride horses, hit balls for sport, drink sherry, take snuff and--well, other things.

“It appears you are as fond of walking a countryside as I am.” He offered her his arm. “Shall we walk together?” She shouldn’t, but she would either be scolded for being rude or scolded for walking alone with a man, so she took his proffered arm to be polite and murmured her thanks. In that awkward moment the clouds covered the sun and Rebecca shivered. 

Though the weather was turning rapidly, he set a slow pace. She wished it could be faster so she could be out of the weather and escape him sooner. She wasn’t sure if she quite forgave him for the disgusted look he leveled at her when they were introduced, but his arm was warm, and she would allow that to be a virtue.

“Miss Perdeaux, I dare to say,�� he began and hesitated. “I’m very happy to get away from your brother.”

Her eyes widened that he would confess this to her. She wanted to look at him as though that would make her believe what she had just heard. He spoke to her like a confidant, not a recent acquaintance.

He continued. “While I am his guest, I suddenly find he is not the man I thought he was. I have never seen him in his natural environment-- he seems just like everybody else when in society. I could never have imagined he could be so…” He seemed to struggle to find a word to appropriately describe John. She looked up at his face, his brow furrowed as he thought of a way not to insult his host. Rebecca could not land on anything polite either. Perhaps he wasn’t in John’s camp after all. Of course, that did not mean he was in hers.

“Insufferable,” she finished his sentence. She would not shatter his expectations for saying so. He had no reason to think well of her after how John had described her in his presence mere hours before. It felt dangerous to do so, but terribly satisfying when George agreed.

“Much obliged.” He looked down at her and smiled sheepishly. He had a most adorable dimple in his left cheek. She looked away, for the sake of propriety, but she wished she did not have to. 

“Not at all," she answered. Then her voice took on a hard edge. “I am spoiled and willful. I am a horrible sister that will say whatever she wants about her insufferable brother.” She felt her cheeks flush with her boldness to remind him of that morning. 

He stopped walking, and turned slightly so they would be looking at each other, putting his hand  over her hand on his arm. It felt warm through his soft gloves. He wore an agonized expression. “Miss Perdeaux, I do want to apologize for that unfortunate meeting. I could not control my face. I was so horrified by all the things John said. I do not know that any of those things he said about you are true. Being a party to that disrespect felt so shameful to me. I would never wish to cause you any distress.” He abruptly stopped speaking, as though he thought he was becoming carried away or he had already said too much. She felt this apology explained why he sought her company at the cliffs. He had chosen to be rude about his host rather than be party to the abuse of his sister. Of course he couldn’t say this in front of anyone else but her.

She found it curious. She had not known many men outside her family who would speak with her this honestly, especially a new acquaintance, especially an acquaintance of her brother. Though still incredulous and wary of his behaviour, she took a deep breath and decided to repay his vulnerability with her own.

“That is very kind of you to say, Mr. Mayweather, but the fault is not yours. It is his. He enjoys tormenting me, and making others a party to it as though it were a very fun game. It may be unkind of me to say such things about my blood… and perhaps that makes me unkind… I suppose, after what you have said to me about him, you are the safest person for me to make that admission to.”

He let out a breath of relief. “I completely agree, though it may also make me unkind and a terrible guest. I mean to say, I will keep your confidence, Miss Perdeaux.”

Never had a man offered to keep her confidence. Boys had, but they had turned around and blabbed the secrets minutes after learning it. But George was not a boy. He had demonstrated himself to be completely unlike her brother. There was less reason not to trust such a promise from him, but she was not quite ready to do so. After all, he did approach and accost an unaccompanied lady; she wondered if men were told to avoid this situation as much as women were or if he had forgot the lesson or thought her good opinion of him was worth the risk. She cast a look around to see if John might be lurking behind a tree ready to reveal this conversation as a trap, not quite believing he would let such a beautiful man out of his sight.

“You are very kind,” she replied. He dipped his head and smiled with relief. He raised his eyes and met hers, and then he seemed to be frozen there, caught by her gaze. She felt herself pulled into them and their surroundings melted away for a moment. Then she shivered. Or did she tremble? It had been warm when she had left without her wrap and gloves. He looked like he was about to say something, when she shivered again. 

“May we make haste back to the house?” she asked. “The weather seems to be turning rather quickly.” 

“Oh yes, of course.” He allowed her to set the pace as a light precipitation had begun to fall.

[rottentiger-art]

"You want me to shake your hand?" "are we not friends?" Colin you SLUT, how many liberties are you going to take on the excuse of you two being friends? There are RULES

[mayakern]

new this month:

HENLEY SHIRT (pictured top left in cranberry, miesha is wearing a size 2XL)

CROPPED POLO SWEATER (pictured top center in fig and bottom left in white, taylor is wearing a size 6XL. bottom center in white, miesha is wearing a size 2XL)

DARLING SWEATER (pictured top right in black, zane is wearing a size 5XL)

PICNIC DRESS (pictured center left in black, miesha is wearing a size 2XL)

FUNERAL OVERSIZED SHORT SLEEVE SHIRT (pictured center, jack is wearing a size XL)

FUNERAL OVERSIZED LONG SLEEVE SHIRT (pictured center right, ash is wearing a size S)

COLLAB: RII ABREGO - BLUEBERRY SKIRT (pictured top center, taylor is wearing a size D)

COLLAB: SERGLE - MUSHROOM SKIRT (pictured bottom left, taylor is wearing a size D)

COLLAB: SHATTERED-EARTH - RAMEN SKIRT (pictured bottom center, miesha is wearing a size B)

PUMPKINS SKIRT (pictured bottom right, miesha is wearing a size B)

[spring-siblings]

A Queer Feeling - A Heartstopper Regency AU

Mr. Charles Spring is widely regarded as one of the most eligible bachelors of the 1820 social season, to no one's greater resentment than his own. Tired of the social obligations and scrutiny of his position, Mr. Spring is ready to forsake it all, until he meets the dashing Mr. Nelson at a ball. As he grows closer to Mr. Nelson, Mr. Spring is afflicted by anxieties both old and new, as he weighs the danger of society's condemnation against the delight of Mr. Nelson's company.

Rating: T Chapters: 11/18

I made a playlist to go with this fic!

[hawnks]

Me reading any period-piece fanfic: wow that’s sexy <3 but very incorrect

[remcocoa]

another gem from r/peloton race threads

[quotergirl19]

I expect either Penelope to show up at Colin’s house or Colin to show up at Penelope’s house (when her mother and sister are out) and this time when Polin are alone they have sexy times like Lady Danbury & Lord Ledger, or maybe that will be when their first kiss happens.

Either way I can’t help but wonder which of them is going to be showing up at the other’s doorstep insisting on an unchaperoned visit that turns scandalous.

[perenlop]

theres something so odd about how team skull is characterized in the anime. like. in the games theyre a nuisance with a sad backstory to them and they take it out through rage, especially guzma. them teaming up with the aether foundation comes across as lusamine manipulating guzma tbh, like hes just a lackey to her

and then in the anime they water down how gross aether was by limiting the crimes to just faba being a dick instead of the entire foundation being complicit, and in return team skull has their backstory ignored for the most part and theyre perfectly willing to gang up on and hurt a six year old cause she told them not to be mean. like yes they were villains in the game but that just feels weird for them

[only-one-brain-cell]

I love that Violet and Lady Danbury are chaperoning Anthony and Edwia but no one didn’t say anything when Anthony and Kate walked into the woods by themselves. IMAGINE THE SCANDAL ALONE???? IN A SECLUDED AREA???? LADY WHISLEDOWN WOULD HAVE A FIELD DAY.

[lee-sanghyeok]

BOYNEXTDOOR at KCON LA end of D-1

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

This is not my beautiful cultivation partner.

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