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Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and it’s amazing how many men I’ve run into bc they expected me to move

youcangofindatree-deactivated20

Gotta try it

clevermanka

I work (and walk) on a college campus. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve smacked shoulders with.

emmagrant01

Recently, I was standing outside my son’s classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didn’t; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t leapt out of his manly path.

Now I’m wishing I’d leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, “My Liege!”

mercurialkitty

I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way.

songbirde108

Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where I’m the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze.

onethingconstant

Confirmed. I once had to rush back inside a convention hall as the con was closing in order to a retrieve a sick friend’s medication, and I didn’t understand why people in the crowd were jumping out of my way (literally—one guy vaulted a table) until I realized I was dressed as the Winter Soldier and doing the Murder Walk because that’s just how I walk in those boots. I got the meds, got out, and made a mental note.

I repeated the experiment later, wearing the boots but otherwise my usual clothing and mimicking the expression I thought I’d had at that moment. People parted like I was Charlton Heston.

I now wear that style of boots whenever possible. I recently had a man do a double-take as I walked by and ask me, politely, where I had served because I “looked like a soldier.” I’m not current or former military. I was wearing a flowy purple peasant top and looked as un-soldierlike as possible.

Moral of the story: wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America.

naeonnoir

WALK LIKE YOU’VE BEEN SENT TO MURDER CAPTAIN AMERICA

retroasgardian-deactivated20180

spiduhgirl

It’s called the Murder Strut.

elegantmess100

IT’S BACK!!!!!! I was searching for this to show my daughter the other day and couldn’t find it. I’m so glad IT’S BACK!! I will always reblog the Murder Strut!!

b3gayd0crim3

A guy on a bike went around me because he could tell I had no intention of moving. Thanks to this post.

linkedsoul

One day and I bumped into a guy while doing the Murder Strut and he apologized to me even though I was the one who had bumped into him.

It works wonders.

noping-out-deactivated20241117

In case you were wondering, yes you can do this in a wheelchair. Same look in your eyes and let ‘em know you will run them down. Just picture yourself in a sports car accelerating towards someone with the intention of flattening them.

If there’s anything more satisfying than watching Abled men leap out of my way when they realize I’m not moving for them, I can’t think of it atm.

chasing-asterion

seperis

Walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America.

Wheel like you’re gonna win the Indy 500 and don’t care how.

Your crutches are short swords; walk like you can see them buried in the bodies of anyone who crosses (in front of) you.

Tumblr: teaching women how to be Moses and part the fucking Red Sea with the power of their minds.

taraljc

I had never seen these updates to the Patriarchy Chicken Game before and they are all a goddam DELIGHT

marithlizard

Patriarchy Chicken and The Murder Strut, dance names for the new millenium.

gossip-girl-of-middleearth

OH MY GOD I HAD BARELY SCROLLED DOWN THIS POST AND WAS GONNA SAY “JUST TAKE SOME ADVICE FROM ME THAT I LEARNT FROM AN OLD TUMBLR POST ABOUT WALKING LIKE THE WINTER SOLDIER FROM YEARS AGO” BUT THEN IT TURNED OUT TO BE THIS POST

I first discovered this a few years ago when I was an insecure 14-year-old, and since then I indeed do the “murder strut” and staunch everywhere I go, literally works wonders

cade-the-god

murder strut works wonders in the airport and school.

fullyfunctionalminiaturebeehive

Back in HS, other kids would kinda stream behind me like the tail of a comet because I was several inches taller than most of the student population and the Murder Strut was just…how I walked. Amazingly effective.

shymagnolia

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

shymagnolia

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

flagellant

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

coffee-or-hot-cocoa

i need all the help i can get for finals

finnglas

Hey so

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.

So you know.

This might be the real one, y’all.

ilivefortheleague

Fingers crossed

mrdarcysdadbod

So in What Matters in Jane Austen, the author points out that Lizzie and Jane are constantly going off to have their own side conversations and gossip with each other, moreso than any other set of characters in Austen, and now I’ve decided a necessary feature of any modern au is Lizzie just CONSTANTLY texting Jane. Like the second any conversation ends she’s texting Jane about it. If she’s feeling particularly mean she’ll just text Jane while you’re still talking.

mrdarcysdadbod

Further thoughts- Lizzie sends a lot of short texts, Jane generally replies with one message to every 5 or 10 of Lizzie’s (but her replies always encompass everything Lizzie said). Darcy sends essay length texts and always ends with a period like some weird old person. Which brings me to the absolute devastation of Darcy sending a long ass text to Lizzie that you know he spent half an hour composing and then he paces for ten minutes waiting on her reply and when his phone beeps it’s just.

“k.”

mrdarcysdadbod

@shipatfirstsight

YES yeah yes uh-huh yep.

And Lizzie is 150% the kind of shady that takes screenshots and definitely has accidentally sent them to the wrong person before. The mortification of screenshotting one of Darcy’s fucking novellas and sending it back to him w several puke emojis that were meant for Jane.

He’s “🎩💎🎩Fitzwilliam 🎩💎🎩” in her phone and he thinks it’s charming or maybe fond but it’s really so she can have a giggle anytime he texts her.

Mr. Collins’ visit is just Jane and Lizzie sending the “😬😬😬” emoji back and forth

mrdarcysdadbod

@regina-del-cielo

The most agonizing fifteen minutes of Darcy’s life are after he sends his thousand word Love Confession Slash Neg and the three dots keep appearing and disappearing and he’s like “oh god what’s she gonna say” because Lizzie always replies IMMEDIATELY and finally she just responds like.

“Yikes dude”

And he throws his phone across the room.

wormzardo

Chris ur tags make this so much better omg

mrdarcysdadbod

“that’s how this works right” has me thinking abt the fact that Darcy WILDLY misinterpreted the majority of their interactions which is how the disaster proposal even happened bc he was like “haha me and Lizzie are having a GREAT time flirting :) she’s so funny and smart wow I’m glad we’re enjoying hanging out, the two of us, mutually having good conversations” meanwhile Lizzie has spent every minute in his company quietly seething with hatred.

regina-del-cielo

#darcy getting rejected is like. wait i thought we were having fun. were we not having fun???#and Lizzie is like. were it not for the laws of this land i would have slaughtered you. @mrdarcysdadbod

scriblonza

As their relationship gets better - particularly after that first surprise run-in at Pemberley - Lizzie starts very casually asking “where r u?” because she does NOT want to run into him again by accident, duh - and he responds with a picture of a sitting room and Georgiana’s at the piano, or some nice hill, or the hecking lake. Except he starts reacting in kind, right? “Where are you?” and she sends something back. (Who’s the first one to spontaneously add “wish u were here” after a picture?)

One of them is, admittedly, a very beautiful shot of the estate from a distance on the grounds, and it somehow ends up as Lizzie’s wallpaper. “It’s just this nice place I saw on holiday,” she insists, “that’s normal right?”

Lizzie doesn’t exactly intend for one of those shots to be a selfie, but once her hand shook and part of her face was in the frame (and she doesn’t look bad, it’s just some hair and her eyes) she decides to send that one. Darcy responds, for the first time, with a single emoji. It’s a heart. Lizzie doesn’t know what to do with this.

And then Georgiana asks for Lizzie’s number, very very anxiously, because Lizzie is cool and her brother so very obviously has a crush. Georgiana loves Lizzie’s multi-text habits because “if she sends more that means she likes me!!” except in this case Lizzie does actually like Georgiana off the bat (she likes Darcy now too but that’s not the same). At one point Lizzie fumbles her phone and accidentally sends a voice note - this blows Georgiana’s mind, and she starts sending piano practice clips to Lizzie (sometimes she leaves the recording running for a little extra and you can hear Darcy in the background, Lizzie will swear she only listens to the endings because he praises Georgiana and Georgiana deserves it). Georgiana doesn’t tend to voice note her actual voice because she’s still super shy, but texting is very freeing? This is very good for her, and although she’s even more glued to her new phone Darcy is thrilled - especially when he knows who she’s texting.

Throughout all this, Jane is very aware that something is up, because Lizzie isn’t Not Texting, but she is being cagey about texting - ironically they’re brief and slightly formal? Not as rapid-fire, still no punctuation and lots of emoji but fewer emoji, so she has a feeling something has come up but she doesn’t know what. And then one night her phone EXPLODES because Lizzie just. goes off. about her confusing feelings and the Gardiners gentle bullying and did she mention feelings?, Lizzie can’t wait to have this discussion in person, she’s stupid-full-to-bursting. I am so sorry, Jane. Except Jane is deeply amused, despite it being like 2am.

mikkeneko

After years of living in the adulting world, I think I’ve come to a realization: Manners exist to guide you to good conduct even when you’re in a bad mood.

When you’re happy, when you’re feeling generous, when you’re pleased with your gift or your service or your outcome, it’s easy to be nice. It’s easy to tip the waiter well when you’ve had a good day. It’s easy to thank the teller or the clerk when you got what you wanted out of the transaction. It’s easy to smile and chit-chat with strangers on the road when you’re in a good mood.

It’s hard to tip the waiter when you didn’t enjoy your food. It’s hard to thank the clerk for their time when you’ve just been told there’s a problem with their account and they weren’t able to fix it for you. It’s hard to think of something nice to say when your aunt gave you a crappy sweater you neither need nor want. It’s hard to be nice to people when you’ve had a shitty day. It’s HARD.

That’s what manners are for. Scripts and phrases that you learn by rote to say when you can’t think of a single nice or good thing to say from your own volition. Yes, they’re scripted. Yes, the sentiment is empty. But the scripts work in every situation, and the emptiness provides a buffer between your own unhappiness and the rest of society.

Because most of the time, it’s not the waiter’s fault that the food you ordered wasn’t what you expected. It’s not the clerk’s fault that your account is overdrawn. It’s not the fault of the barista or the stranger on the subway that you got fired today or your favorite aunt died. But even when you can’t summon a smile or a cheery word, you can still have manners, because they will serve you the same in sunshine or rain.

animatedamerican

This is very wise and very well put.

stonegirl77

My mantra for dealing with people is the following.

I will not always be friendly. But I will be polite. Always.

thedaniverse

I am a little high but what if people proposed with beautiful, intricate knives. Ladies would gather around the table and be like “guess what finally happened!!” And pull this beautiful, intricate dagger out of her purse and all the other ladies would gasp and congratulate her

thedaniverse

Me: I’m a little high but –

Y'all rushing to that reblog button:

chuckyzoopa

It’s an awesome idea tho

weareoracle

Because I have a tag for pretty weaponry, some knives I’d accept as proposals follow:

lianabrooks

I said yes!

(but, actually, hubby bought me a dive knife when we got married so this works…)

aelin-lovelace

I can 100% get behind this as a new tradition.

honeybeejohn

Ok but this is amazing becuase knives are dangerous and you can use them to hurt other people but when someone proposes with one it’s symbolic like “yes I love you and trust you so much I’m asking you a very vulnerable question with something you could hurt me with but I know you won’t”

undrinkablesmoothie

@kinglesbiancore

panismightier

@lady-redshield-writes this seems up your alley

redshield-writes

This isn’t just up my alley, it’s traveled all the way down the alley, through my front door, and is sitting on my couch. I love this so much.

genderlich-deactivated20211204

@sparklemotion24 I know we’re doing rings but these are amazing

fansonia

AAAAAAAHHHH IT’S THE POST I’VE SEEN IN SCREENSHOTS don’t mind if I just-

papayafromtv

the only way im getting married

dumbxss-gay

IF I DONT GET PROPOSED TO WITH A KNIFE THEN IT’S NOT HAPPENING AT ALL AND THAT IS FINAL.

my-things-hate-you-deactivated2

low-key gonna give my s/o a beautiful dagger one day-

malus-syl-vestris-deactivated20

My partner gifted me three different blades within the year we have been dating, for reasons I don’t fully understand but am not gonna complain about. My point is yes this is a good way to court

aziraphaleisagender

Writer: There Was Only One Bed…

Smut fans: *gasp!!!!!*

Writer: So They Spooned All Night And The Brooding One Allowed Themselves To Feel Vulnerable For The First Time In Years And The Chirpy One Got Some Quality Snuggles

Fluff fans: *GASP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

rainwasheseverythingaway

Alternatively:

There was only one bed and so they lay there together, only inches apart physically but it may as well have been miles for neither could muster the courage to tell the other the true depth of their feelings and so they lay there sleepless in their mutual pining

Angst fans:

beautiful-thensad-thensadder

There was only one bed. A carried B to it and gently eased them down. They were both badly injured but B’s conditions were much worse and A wouldn’t rest until they knew B was going to be alright. So A sat down next to B and brushed their hair back, holding their hand as B shivered through the night, their only comfort A’s presence by their side.

Hurt/Comfort fans:

aziraphaleisagender

Dear god you’re right, you’re so right

rebelmeg

I feel like this needs to be a writing challenge… How many different ways can you write this one trope.

e-spexially

There was only one bed, but instead of making a big fuss, the tired pair went the fuck to sleep and got a full 8 hours.

My sleep deprived ass:

aziraphaleisagender

OH YEAH THAT’S THE GOOD STUFF

cobraonthecob

😹😹😹

osointricate

There was only one bed. This is normal. They’ve been married for a decade and have a small child. The child has climbed in bed to snuggle with them because thunder is scary. They have their baby curled between them and they share soft, warm smiles over his sleepy head as he snores little kid snores.

Me, who just wants domestic curtains found family fic:

pisshandkerchief-deactivated202

I AM ALL OF THIS I WILL LITERALLY READ ANYTHING

funeral-rights

There was only one bed, the two characters argued and bickered begging for them not to have to share it, but they somehow are here still. They agree that there both going to pick a side and stay on it. This was going fine until in the middle of the night A woke up screaming and crying, B gets them to calm down and they end up falling asleep next to each other feeling safe

Enemies to lovers fans

rabidchild67

There was only one bed. A noticed B’s exhaustion and lifted them easily. “You don’t have to carry me like a child,” B noted, despite being clearly pleased by how matters were progressing. “I think we both know that’s not true,” A replied with a grin. The bed was warm, inviting, and yet something was missing. “Is this a private party, or can just anyone join,” C called from the doorway, clad only in their underwear and a smile. “Only if it’s you!” A and B replied in unison as they drew the covers back.

My OT3-loving ass:

shadowen

There was only one bed. It wasn’t made to fit five adults, but, after everything they’d been through that day, none of them wanted to be far from the others. So the whole motley little family piled onto the bed and arranged themselves the best they could. Everyone slept surprisingly well.

Found Family stans:

scarletnerd05

There was only one bed. That was fine, they’d practically grown up sharing a bed over their many sleepovers. Sometimes sleeping in their own beds didn’t feel quite right anymore. A would always fall asleep first, B watching over them with longing in their eyes, but never the courage to let A know that friendship was slowly starting not to be enough, that their heart yearned for more if only they weren’t so afraid of losing A forever if they didn’t feel the same. This night however A decided a tickle fight was on the menu, trying to pull B back from where they’d been strangely distant lately. One thing led to another and suddenly they were staring deeply into each others eyes, emotions flying almost like a live current in the air, the tension thick, before A leaned in to B for a chaste kiss eagerly reciprocated by B - once they realised they weren’t dreaming and this was really happening. Pulling back with smiles on both their faces, they both settled down to sleep knowing that their friendship just became so much more.

Friends to lovers fans:

dresupi

There was only one bed, but since everyone expected them to share a bed anyway, they both climbed in on either side, and felt the distance between them more keenly than all the fake affection they’d been tossing at each other all day. It felt so heavy that when her toes accidentally brushed his leg, they both nearly jolted from the sheets.

Fake Relationship Fans:

plainoldsamvimes-deactivated202

This popped up again on reddit today, and I realized I’d never posted it here. Possibly Sir Terry’s best interview response, ever.

theweefreewomen

[image text: O: You’re quite a writer. You’ve a gift for language, you’re a deft hand at plotting, and your books seem to have an enormous amount of attention to detail put into them. You’re so good you could write anything. Why write fantasy?

Pratchett: I had a decent lunch, and I’m feeling quite amiable. That’s why you’re still alive. I think you’d have to explain to me why you’ve asked that question.

O: It’s a rather ghettoized genre.

P: This is true. I cannot speak for the US, where I merely sort of sell kay. But in the UK think every book— I think I’ve done twenty in the series since the fourth book, every one has been one the top ten national bestsellers, either as hardcover or paperback, and quite often as both. Twelve or thirteen have been number one. I’ve done six juveniles, all of those have nevertheless crossed over to the adult bestseller list. On one occasion I had the adult best seller, the paperback best-seller in a different title, and a third book on the juvenile bestseller list. Now tell me again that this is a ghettoized genre.

O: It’s certainly regarded as less than serious fiction.

P: (Sighs) Without a shadow of a doubt, the first fiction ever recounted was fantasy. Guys sitting around the campfire— Was it you who wrote the review? thought I recognized it— Guys sitting around the campfire telling each other stories about the gods who made lightning, and stuff like that. They did not tell one another literary stories. They did not complain about difficulties of male menopause while being a junior lecturer on some midwestern college campus. Fantasy is without a shadow of a doubt the ur-literature, the spring from which all other literature has flown. Up to a few hundred years ago no one would have disagreed with this, because most stories were, in some sense, fantasy. Back in the middle ages, people wouldn’t have thought twice about bringing in Death as a character who would have a role to play in the story. Echoes of this can be seen in Pilgrim’s Progress, for example, which hark back to a much earlier type of storytelling. The epi of Gilgamesh is one of the earliest works of literature, and by the standard we would apply now— a big muscular guys with swords and certain godlike connections—That’s fantasy. The national literature of Finland, the Kalevala, Beowulf in England. I cannot pronounce Bahaghwad-Gita but the Indian one, you know what I mean. The national literature, the one that underpins everything else, is by the standards that we apply now, a work of fantasy. Now I don’t know what you’d consider the national literature of America, but if the words Moby Dick are inching their way towards this conversation, whatever else it was, it was also a work of fantasy. Fantasy is kind of a plasma in which other things can be carried. I don’t think this is a ghetto. This is, fantasy is, almost a sea in which other genres swim. Now it may be that there has developed in the last couple of hundred years a subset of fantasy which merely uses a different icongraphy, and that is, if you like the serious literature, the Booker Prize contender. Fantasy can be serious literature. Fantasy has often been serious literature. You have to fairly dense to think that Gulliver’s Travels is only a story about a guy having a real fun time among big people and little people and horses and stuff like that, What the book was about was something else. Fantasy can carry quite a serious burden, and so can humor. So what you’re saying is, strip away the trolls and the dwarves and things and put everyone into modern dress, get them to agonize a bit, mention Virginia Woolf few times, and there! Hey! I’ve got a serious novel. But you don’t actually have to do that.

(Pauses) That was a bloody good answer, though I say it myself.]

marinella-ela

rthstewart

Mega fauna and little mega fauna

thoughtsfromiridessence

a moose and two mini meese

proud-plant-parent

Meeses pieces

stonegirl77

I grew up in CO and I swear, the prospect of facing Mama Moose and baby Meeses was scarier than facing a bear. Or a puma.

So half of me is going “😍😍 cute!!”, the other is being very very still so I don’t get attacked by the multi-ton moose. It’s very strange.

robertmitchum

SINGIN’ IN THE RAIN dir. Stanley Donen + Gene Kelly

robertmitchum

BONUS:

reblog for good luck!!

ampervadasz

A girl’s final for her sign language class (Unmute !)

jackthebard

Just remember. There is no such thing as a fake geek girl. There are only fake geek boys. Science fiction was invented by a woman.

sourcedumal

shuttersmiley

Specifically a teenage girl. You know, someone who would be a part of the demographic that some of these boys are violently rejecting.

foxsan-deactivated20140515

Isaac Asimov.

sim0nbaz-deactivated20170205

yo mary shelley wrote frankenstein in 1818 and isaac asimov was born in 1920 so you kinda get my point

fancyeliza-deactivated20200804

If you want to push it back even further Margaret Cavendish, the duchess of Newcastle (1623-1673) wrote The Blazing World in 1666, about a young woman who discovers a Utopian world that can only be accessed via the North Pole - oft credited as one of the first scifi novels

Women have always been at the forefront of literature, the first novel (what we would consider a novel in modern terms) was written by a woman (Lady Muraskai’s the Tale of Genji in the early 1000s) take your snide “Isaac Asimov” reblogs and stick it

even in terms of male scifi authors, asimov was predated by Jules Verne, HG Wells, George Orwell, you could have even cited Poe or Jonathan Swift has a case but Asimov?

PbbBFFTTBBBTBTTBBTBTTT so desperate to discredit the idea of Mary Shelly as the mother of modern science fiction you didn’t even do a frickin google search For Shame

cryptovalid

And if you want to go back even further, the first named, identified author in history was Enheduanna of Akkad, a Sumerian high priestess.

gunthatshootsennui

Kinda funny, considering this Isaac Asimov quote on the subject:

Mary Shelley was the first to make use of a new finding of science which she advanced further to a logical extreme, and it is that which makes Frankenstein the first true science fiction story.

deathcomes4u

Even Isaac Asimov ain’t having none of your shit, not even posthumously.

velocigrey-deactivated20160825

You know what else was invented by women? Masked vigilantes, the precursor to the modern superhero. Baroness Emma Orczy wrote The Scarlet Pimpernel in 1905. The character would later inspire better known masked vigilantes such as Zorro and Batman.

geekinlibrariansclothing

Got that?

bettieleetwo

Stick that in your international pipe and smoke it

la-knight

I have literally been telling people this for over a year.

athenadark

the first extended prose piece - ie a novel, was not, as many male scholars will shout, Don Quixote (1605) but The Tale of Genji (1008) written by a woman

thepsychicclam

The first autobiography ever written in English is also attributed to a woman, The Book of Margery Kempe (1430s).

ladynorbert

The day may come when I find this post and do not reblog it, but it is not this day.

abracazabka

Men will try so hard to cover this shit up and gatekeep us smh

rudefemyukakoyamagishi

The Tale of Genji is an amazing work by Lady Murasaki Shikibu. I highly recommend it.

nevver

Connect the dots

actualmermaid

What Women Want, according to the first 10 minutes of The Old Guard:

- cool sunglasses

- to be called “boss”

- big snuggly hugs from guys who are not romantically interested in you

- baklava

- an axe

ardatli

I see no lies here.

robotmango

what women want, according to the last ten minutes of the old guard:

- more women friends in the gang

- painkillers

- assistance murdering pharmaceutical executives

zombeesknees

#once again: no lies detected

1e3no

copperbadge

#2, Brute?

l-heure-du-the

I made the ugliest noise.

periegesisvoid-deactivated

It’s not even March. It’s literally more than 6 months till the ides of March. Why.

onemerryjester

TODAY

anniemar

Queue the Phil Collins.

I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT … for all my life.

oh, lawd.

non-binary-laurie-strode

You’ve been hit by 🔪

You’ve been struck by 🔪

A Roman Senator 🔪🔪🔪

iamfuckingweeping

CAESER ARE YOU OKAY

ARE YOU OKAY CEASER

copperbadge

New definition of gritty reboot: the story is exactly the same, but one main character has been replaced by Gritty.

princesssarcastia

#pride & prejudice (via @mylordshesacactus)

mylordshesacactus

#but who would be gritty?#darcy’s too obvious so that’s out#elizabeth has phenomenal comedic potential#so does lady catherine de bourgh#NO WAIT I’VE GOT IT:#MRS. BENNET

Jane. All the dialogue about how she’s objectively the prettiest and sweetest sister with the most delicate manners and constitution and has trouble expressing her emotions especially when in love remain 100% unchanged.

Meanwhile, Jane “Gritty” Bennet is in the background of the shot in a 100% period-accurate dress, throwing Mr Collins through a window.