what have i become

selective multimuse. penned by rhiannon

[darcydecapitatesshrubbery]

When you can’t marry Elizabeth Bennet bc she hates you

[lunwil]

sometimes you gotta just make your lighting studies pride and prejudice-themed u know?

[brokenthovghts]

fitzwilliam & elizabeth / @stcriestold​ meryton assembly rooms

Why had he allowed Charles to drag him along? Fitzwilliam hated social gatherings at the best of time when he knew the people involved, but to be in a room full of strangers? A horrible fate indeed. The silence that had descended upon the assembly room upon his, Charles, and Caroline’s entrance had been unbearable. He knew that they had been the talk of Meryton since their arrival, any newcomers would be in a town where everyone knew one another. But really, must they all be so obvious?

The music beginning again, and the flurry of excitement it provided, had allowed Fitzwilliam to slink off to a back corner of the room. A finger tugged half-heartedly at his shirt collar in a hopeless attempt at cooling himself down. The atmosphere was cloying, the closeness of everything near overwhelming. Why, just why, couldn’t he have spent the evening in the study at Netherfield, nestled in that rather plush armchair with a good book? It wasn’t as if he had been the one to rent the house - he was merely Charles’ guest.

Charles. Fitzwilliam loved the man like a brother, but he just never seemed to understand that not everyone flourished in company as much as her. And now there he was, dancing with the eldest Bennet daughter, leaving Fitzwilliam in the company of the one he declared barely tolerable less than an hour before. Clearing his throat, he shot the young woman a sidelong glance. “Are you enjoying your evening, Miss Bennet?” If only the ground could swallow him up.

[mrsbingleys]

[castielss]

REGÉ-JEAN PAGE as SIMON BASSET      ↳ BRIDGERTON - S01E08 “AFTER THE RAIN

[kyloren]

Pride & Prejudice (2005) dir. Joe Wright

[brokenthovghts]

@stcriestold

[macperalta]

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stcriestold​ / roxanne montegue

Roxanne stepped aside for Severus without a second thought, falling into habits that had been with the both of them since their school days. If someone had told her back during Hogwarts that she’d not only befriend Severus Snape ( not for a lack of trying on her part or a lack of avoidance on his ), but also be working with him like she did during their days in Potions, she’d have said they had a few screws loose. Getting the man to talk to her during Hogwarts was like she was trying to pry out his deepest, darkest secrets. Now they could move around one another as naturally as breathing.

“You can never pass up an opportunity to show off, can you?” Roxanne teased, matching his smirk with her own as she swapped places with him once again and began to stir the potion. “You give old Sluggy a run for his money, Sev.” The thought of Hogwarts – of Severus finally leaving Ponters at the expense of leaving her as well – made her feel like a knot was in her stomach, and she quickly ignored the fact in favor of firing back at his teasing. “Believe me, I’d love to jump at the opportunity, but if I don’t get this done I’m sure Ponter will have my head, if not the client who ordered this themselves.” Roxanne grinned at Severus’ executive decision to close early, though it faded a bit when he brought up his leaving so casually. 

She looked back to the cauldron and gave it a counterclockwise stir. “Can’t believe you’re finally leaving this place. It only took, what, a decade to finally be rid of me?”

It was an odd friendship that the pair had fallen into, and not one that Severus would willingly admit. But Roxy had burrowed her way under his icy defences - something that he was grudgingly grateful for. With a final nod at the bubbling potion, he took a step away, holding the stirring rod out for her to take. “Not in the slightest.” He replied slowly, a smirk tugging at his lips. “But when you are as gifted as I am it’s hard not to.” Severus shrugged. “How ever will you get by without me? This place will fall to wrack and ruin in no time at all.”

“The students will at least get a decent potions education now. My standards aren’t as lax as the old man’s.” Though Severus was hardly looking forward to it. Juggling classes and homework alongside his duties as a spy would surely run him into the ground. Severus hummed. “I think I’d quite like to see that. Would be rather entertaining, I think.” He paused briefly. “Then again.... it would mean for more work for me.” That sounded less than appealing.

“I’m not leaving by choice, remember that.” No, it wasn’t the way in which he would have chosen to leave Ponter’s. Had he a choice, he would have left to start his own business, but that was a dream he had kissed goodbye months ago now. He was no longer destined for a life of experimentation and innovation, instead he was destined for a half life full of secrets and deception. “Who said I would be rid of you? I’m sure you’ll be owling me for advice within weeks.”

[brokenthovghts]

stcriestold​ / edward masen cullen

Hard didn’t even begin to cover it. They didn’t live too far away from his old hometown, which Edward supposed he should count as a blessing – he didn’t have to abandon his friends entirely. He was sure that, should he ask, Doctor Cullen would take him to visit them ( albeit under his own set of rules ), but that didn’t change the fact that he was in a new town, expected to attend a new school, living with a new person he would probably never call father like expected. It was… overwhelming, to put it mildly.

At least Doctor Cullen seemed just as awkward as Edward felt; that alone provided some comfort. “It’s fine,” he assured him, following the other man up the stairs to his new bedroom. Wealthy as the Masens were, Elizabeth Masen taught her son to be humble, not spoiled. “I don’t need anything fancy – thank you, though.” He let quiet lapse between them, searching for something else to say. “… you live alone, then, Doctor Cullen?”

“Are you sure?” Carlisle replied, his brow furrowing slightly. The room had been decorated well enough, but it still felt a touch clinical - impersonal - to Carlisle. “I don’t mind if you put posters up or anything. Or repaint the walls. I know how important it is to have somewhere that’s just your own.” Once he reached the top of the stairs he began to make his way down the hallway. “There’s a library through there.” He pointed to the first door on the left. “Feel free to borrow whatever you like, whenever. That’s my room there,” he nodded to the door on the right. “Then you have the guest bathroom here, which you’ll have to yourself as I have an ensuite, and here is your room.” Stopping in front of the final door, Carlisle opened the door and gestured for Edward to go inside.

“Yes.” He nodded. “My father is back in England. I had always hoped....” He trailed off with a shrug. “I never quite found the time to settle down and have a family - work always got in the way.” But he had Edward now, didn’t he? Well, sort of, at least. As long as Edward didn’t resent him, that would be enough for Carlisle.

[mayalunas]

[ghisborne]

[bob-belcher]

[robertphilip]

“Carlisle, Bella is what he wants. It will work out, somehow.” “You’re a hopeless romantic.”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Gentle, and brave, and generous,—

Percy Bysshe Shelley, from Poems; “Alastor or, The Spirit of Solitude,” (via severusnape)

[brokenthovghts]

stcriestold​ / edward masen cullen

@brokenthovghts​ wants an emo, human ed

Dr. Cullen was… nice was the word he was looking for, he supposed. He’d done all he could to save Edward and his parents from the illness sweeping their city, but while Edward managed to recover, his parents weren’t as lucky. He vaguely remembered, through his delirium, his mother asking the good doctor to watch out for Edward, but he’d never gotten to confirm that with his mother herself before she passed. Considering the fact that Carlisle Cullen was now the adoptive father of a seventeen-year-old orphan, he supposed that was confirmation enough.

Edward wasn’t exactly sure this was what his mother had in mind, though. He barely knew the man, and what little he did know was learned through a sickly haze. Now he was standing in the doctor’s home, Edward Cullen rather than Edward Masen, and he had no idea what to do. Edward adjusted his grip on his bag and looked to Carlisle uncertainly, licking his lips before asking, “So… what now?”

Perhaps it had been a little unorthodox, but Carlisle knew that it had been the right thing to do. He had lost his own mother young, and his father had never been present enough to truly count as a father. Seventeen was no sort of age to be alone, and Carlisle was certainly in a position where he could look after more than just himself. After all, he had thrown himself into his work for years, never quite finding the time for a family.

He flashed Edward a tentative smile. “I can show to your room, if you’d like?” He offered, turning towards the stairs. “It’s nothing fancy at the moment - it used to be a guest room.” Not that it got used much. “I wasn’t sure what sort of thing you would like, so I figured it would be best to let you decorate it as you see fit. I want you to feel at home here, Edward. I know these last few months have been hard.”

[sofuckingchuffed]

JJ FEILD in New Amsterdam 2.04

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