new promotional photos released for the second season of Gentleman Jack
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new promotional photos released for the second season of Gentleman Jack
Gustave Courbet - A Young Woman Reading (detail)
Anne Lister, philosophizing: How do you know you exist?
Ann Walker: Because if I were a simulation, then my actions would be governed by at least a rudimentary logic and let me tell you, girl, they are fucking not.
Marian, to Anne: Sorry your meeting about improving family morale decreased family morale, Anne.
Any man ever: Stop it immediately! You cannot do this!
Anne Lister, sarcastically: Oh, I can’t? [does it] Oh, would you look at that! I can!
thank god for the color pink . green also
Anne Lister: WTF are daddy issues? Just traumatize your father back.
Ann Walker: Have you slept recently?
Anne Lister: How did you know? Is it the clowns? Can you see them too?!
Ann Walker: Tell me your wildest fantasy.
Anne Lister: I’m on Wheel of Fortune and I spin it so hard it lights on fire.
Ann Walker: I meant like—
Anne Lister: Everyone claps.
one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.
i bet it feels good as fuck to be a mermaid swimming in the moonlight
they should invent putting on sunscreen that doesn't feel like putting on sunscreen
Anne Lister: I think you’re over-thinking this.
Ann Walker: I think you're under-thinking this!
Wednesday the 15th. What an excellent day. Middle of the week, middle of the month. Truly, we are in the middle of things.
Florence Welch at Ejekt Festival Athens by George Ioannou
Anne Lister: They said we couldn't do it!
Ann Walker: Yep.
Anne Lister: They said we SHOULDN'T do it!
Ann Walker: Uh-huh.
Anne Lister: They BEGGED us not to do it!!
Ann Walker: Yes.
Anne Lister: BUT WE DID IT ANYWAY!!!
(guy who tags every single post as the same exact character) you know who this post reminds me of?