In Defense of Edward Ferrars

Edward, much like some of the most disliked Jane Austen heroines, can seem very unheroic and passive. But like Fanny Price, he is admirable and his strength is in his moral principles and his ability to stay constant despite opposition.

At nineteen, Edward was bored, because his family wanted him to go into a profession he didn’t want, or just live as a gentleman. But they are also awful and so he stayed with the people he liked from school. Lucy was nice to him. That’s it. She didn’t have to try that hard as far as we know because Edward was so starved for love and affirmation. So he thinks he’s in love and proposes, as young men are wont to do.

Now he has a dilemma, he wants to provide for Lucy, but he discovers, or knows, that his mother will never accept the match. He tries to obtain a profession and eventually goes to university. But he needs his mother if he ever wants to provide for a wife. Without influence in the church, he could be stuck as a curate making 50 pounds per year (like Charles Hayter). So he needs to maintain his relationship with his mother, he is too poor otherwise.

Years go on and Edward falls out of love with Lucy, but he believes that she loves him. She is smart, as far as we know she always professes very strongly to love him. And we can imagine that he tries to get out, he tells Lucy his mother will never allow it and yet she holds on. He is trapped. A man of less moral character would walk away, but Edward made a promise and he keeps it.

Then he is visiting his sister and he meet Elinor. Now he’s in love, now he has more reason to get rid of Lucy than ever, but even though he tires by any fair means (Wentworth-esq), Lucy will not let him go. She gives him her hair ring as a sign of her devotion to him.

It all comes out and Mrs. Ferrars demands that he jilts Lucy. Edward doesn’t love her anymore, he loves someone else, but still believing that Lucy loves him and upholding his honour, he resists. He loses his inheritance for a woman he doesn’t even love. 

He’s the only man in Austen who actually loses something for love. Henry Tilney, Darcy, Bingley, Colonel Brandon, and Wentworth all lose the potential to marry someone richer and better connected, but none of them actually suffers financially (Knightley doesn’t even lose that!). Edward gives up wealth for principles. He stands as Elizabeth Bennet or Fanny Price, unwilling to be mercenary whatever the cost.

So yes, he seems passive, but it’s because Jane Austen made him a dependant. A firstborn son with no inheritance. And the fact that he never regrets giving up his fortune, and proposes to Elinor no matter the price, is why I appreciate him.

like mother, like son, but less wholesome this time?

(I couldn't decide whether or not to put them together, so have them in all the different ways!)

AU where Leo is trapped in the Prison Dimension for months instead of minutes and the only way he gets by with his sanity intact is through recording himself talking to his wrist comm.

When they finally manage to get Leo back and make him rest up to heal, Donnie can’t help but listen to the recordings left behind.

He’s not sure what exactly he’s expecting, only that his subconscious is screaming at him that it has to be heartbreaking, that it has to be torturous.

Instead, what Donnie is subject to is a full thousand hours’ worth of Jupiter Jim and Lou Jitsu crossover fanfiction. More than one part in the series. Spanning well over a million words.

(The worst part is that it’s actually good.)

My beautiful wife!! REAL!!!!

reunion 🌸

A fan on a live-stream asks Eddie a question that isn’t ‘who is the best kisser you know’ but it connects enough trains to prompt him to turn around and ask, “Steve, best kisser you know. Go.”

Steve, with zero hesitate: Me

Eddie:

Steve: I’ve kissed a lot of people. A lot of people have said I’m the best.

Eddie:

Steve: You think I’m not?

Eddie: No, I’m not disagreeing with you. You are a great kisser but maybe you’re not as good as you remember. Maybe there’s someone a little better. Someone like, I don’t know. Me?

Steve, scoffing: Oh, who told you that? The five people you’ve kissed in your entire life? Do you know how many people played seven minutes of heaven with me?

Eddie: Yeah, all inexperienced teenagers in the eighties. Just saying, I’m the only person you’ve kissed as an adult.

Steve: Not true! I kissed Argyle during that weird game of spin the bottle and he said I was a great kisser. Checkmate.

Eddie: …I forgot about spin the bottle but I’m great too!

Steve: And yet, Robin’s silence has spoke volumes.

Eddie:

Eddie: Wanna make out?

Steve: Yes, obviously.

Get Their Ass.

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Does Flowey exist in this au?

Yes, he does.

Everything's pretty much the same when it comes to the regular story in this AU. It's just the past, especifically Papyrus' past (wich we don't know much about to begin with) that changes

Actually Flowey is one of the main characters in the story! (the main story of this au is divided between the past before the game and a post-pacifist timeline:D)

He and Papyrus will have a fun dynamic

-some thought I had in tags behind the keep reading

Srry for the spelling mistakes in here but I can't go and fix tags because I would end up erasing everything😭tumblr struggles

*Dick hangs up*

Bruce: Huh.

Duke: Uh oh. What's going on, B?

Bruce: Dick usually says "I love you" when we hang up. And then he sings it and then he whispers it. This time he just said, "gotta go, dad"

Cass: Well, maybe... He's gotta go?

Bruce: Yeah, maybe. It just feels like Dick hasn't been around as much lately. Last week, he only came to four out of seven breakfasts, and he missed bat-equitment maintenance day to, and I quote, "train with Wally." He didn't even come over to watch that other unrelated Wayne family on Family Feud.

Damian: Their performance was- survey says- disgraceful.

Bruce: I mean, I don't want to just throw around the D-word but...

Steph: *Gasp* Dracula disorder?

Bruce: Drifting. As in we're all drifting apart. This was my worry when Dick moved out to Blüdhaven, that we'd see him less and less. And then from there, who knows what would happen?

Jason: oh my god, is it me driving him away? I'm always pestering Dick with annoying questions like "How much do you think your arms weigh? Like if you took them off your body and weighed them separately?"

Tim: *gasp* it could be my fault. The other day, when Dick and I went to the movies, I got a small popcorn to share and he said, "I wish you'd gotten a medium."

Damian: well, I know it's not me. I'm amazing.

it's the fact that crowley became more protective of aziraphale after he thought he lost him in the fire.

he experienced what it would feel like to lose him and he knew he never wanted to go through that again, so in season two he does everything he can to keep him from harm.

he threatens and he fights and he leaves only to return just as quickly, and he makes the promise "i won't leave you on your own" because the last time he left in anger he came back to find that aziraphale was gone.

and if he has to experience that heartwrenching grief that had him sobbing on the floor of a flaming bookshop ever again then what would be the point of it all?

Was also thinking about Hardison as a friendly well-adjusted hacker and he should’ve gotten to call in the help of internet friends more. Maybe he did and I’m forgetting, but every time Eliot went “I know a guy... we worked together in [insert foreign country], deep cover paramilitary stuff”, Hardison should’ve gone “I also know a guy, from my twitch stream”

images of dgs

jus imagine infecting owner!price and pup!gaz w the sleepy girl agenda.

always pulling price back into bed, locking your chubby thighs around his waist. he just can't deny you. his cute girl, all sleepy and soft for him. he loves how sweet you are in the mornings, nuzzling into his neck, the comfortable weight of your body ontop of his, arms wrapped around your waist. he likes to act like he's getting up just so he can hear you whine, watch as you snuggle so close to him it's as if you're trying to crawl inside him.

with kyle it's the opposite. the pup works hard, keeping you and price safe, training, doing the manual chores around the house. he needs his naps, and for those he needs you. a pretty weighted blanket. he turns on your favourite movie, pulling you to rest your head on your chest. the whole time he idly plays with your hair, waiting until you fall asleep to join you.

Prompt 212

“Did we just pull an Isekai?” 

“I mean, does it count if it’s practically just Ghostwriter’s usual shit, just more chaotic?” 

“Sam, this is like a game, look, we even have inventory overlays!” 

“Yeah but Tuck, I died so therefor I pulled an isekai, right?” 

“Shit, why does that make sense?” 

“Boys, perhaps actually look into your overlay there? Perhaps look at the map as well?” 

“... oh my Ancients, guys, we’re not the players, we’re going to be the bosses of this game.”

. . . 

“This is going to be so much fun guys.” 

The JL Jr team would really like it to be known that they are in fact done with Klarions shenanigans. This is literally the first day school is out for the summer for them! Who even showed him DnD and anime anyway?!

realised yesterday just how often hozier actually used to sing about being not quite alive, not feeling like a person, about loving someone in a way that defies death and made him more alive, about suffering death for love. it's like he was constantly being buried underground and unearthed by love, over and over, which, while romantic in a way, is also incredibly sad. but i think it's interesting how his latest album (literally called 'unreal unearth') takes this idea and makes it its central theme. that's what this album is, one man's descent into the underworld. except, crucially, he makes it to the other side, and ends the album saying the darkness will come again, but this time he is "never going back [to hell] again." it feels like such a full-circle moment considering the rest of his discography and i'm so very excited to see what comes after this

His heart belongs to another

And no other heart will do