#9.4

[conceptual-orange]

connecting with Margaret beating herself up over every mistake and i can’t help wondering if her childhood too was full of a dad who made mountains out of mole hills.

[riverkingmarley]

It sounds cheesy but my jaw did drop over the 9.4 Blake twist.

It explains everything I’ve been wondering about with how rose sr said she’d protect her grand kids yet Blake always got it rough. Can’t believe it. Omg.

[drjohndisco]

1) 'what's wrong? talk to me.' 12 talks to the tardis so kindly - I know if I ever was having a bad day he'd be the best at helping.

2) 'I lost my sunglasses there. And most of my dignity.' Clara party girl?????

[dailyanneofgreengables]

Chapter 9: Mrs Rachel Lynde Is Properly Horrified (part 4)

“Well, I don’t envy you your job bringing that up, Marilla,” said Mrs. Rachel with unspeakable solemnity.

Marilla opened her lips to say she knew not what of apology or deprecation. What she did say was a surprise to herself then and ever afterwards.

“You shouldn’t have twitted her about her looks, Rachel.”

“Marilla Cuthbert, you don’t mean to say that you are upholding her in such a terrible display of temper as we’ve just seen?” demanded Mrs. Rachel indignantly.

“No,” said Marilla slowly, “I’m not trying to excuse her. She’s been very naughty and I’ll have to give her a talking to about it. But we must make allowances for her. She’s never been taught what is right. And you were too hard on her, Rachel.”

Marilla could not help tacking on that last sentence, although she was again surprised at herself for doing it. Mrs. Rachel got up with an air of offended dignity.

“Well, I see that I’ll have to be very careful what I say after this, Marilla, since the fine feelings of orphans, brought from goodness knows where, have to be considered before anything else. Oh, no, I’m not vexed—don’t worry yourself. I’m too sorry for you to leave any room for anger in my mind. You’ll have your own troubles with that child. But if you’ll take my advice—which I suppose you won’t do, although I’ve brought up ten children and buried two—you’ll do that ‘talking to’ you mention with a fair-sized birch switch. I should think that would be the most effective language for that kind of a child. Her temper matches her hair I guess. Well, good evening, Marilla. I hope you’ll come down to see me often as usual. But you can’t expect me to visit here again in a hurry, if I’m liable to be flown at and insulted in such a fashion. It’s something new in my experience.”

Whereat Mrs. Rachel swept out and away—if a fat woman who always waddled could be said to sweep away—and Marilla with a very solemn face betook herself to the east gable.

On the way upstairs she pondered uneasily as to what she ought to do. She felt no little dismay over the scene that had just been enacted. How unfortunate that Anne should have displayed such temper before Mrs. Rachel Lynde, of all people! Then Marilla suddenly became aware of an uncomfortable and rebuking consciousness that she felt more humiliation over this than sorrow over the discovery of such a serious defect in Anne’s disposition. And how was she to punish her? The amiable suggestion of the birch switch—to the efficiency of which all of Mrs. Rachel’s own children could have borne smarting testimony—did not appeal to Marilla. She did not believe she could whip a child. No, some other method of punishment must be found to bring Anne to a proper realization of the enormity of her offense.

[dailydarvey]

[simonbetina]

natural light

svitá spieva mi marika gombitová polosnom pod oknom, dni sa rozpínajú ako vesmír, ktorého stredom je slnko

začali mi blednúť vlasy, na hlave nosím korunu neodvratného leta

poobedia trávim na balkóne, slnko mi na viečka kreslí ohňostroje, čas sa zbiera ako stohy slamy, niet sa kam ponáhľať

[protectionfromhaoles]

No identifiable body parts. You know what we used to call that back in Chicago?

[twistedsim]

Hahaa! Just like me and my daughter.

Lorraine: Except I’m not playing. I’m writing.

Trying to make me feel guilty. Not gonna work.