Channeling my Inner Caroline Helstone today. #carolinehelstone #Shirley #regencyera #docentlife #19thcenturyeveryday #georgianjanuary #self
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Channeling my Inner Caroline Helstone today. #carolinehelstone #Shirley #regencyera #docentlife #19thcenturyeveryday #georgianjanuary #self
"I believe grief is, and always has been my worst ailment. I sometimes think if an abundant gush of happiness came on me, I could revive yet." Caroline Helstone in Charlotte Bronte' "Shirley" of course than she finds out Mrs. Pryor is her long lost mother and it does... #Shirley #charlottebronte #carolinehelstone #illustration #katiereads
How are you even alive? Oh my gosh, SHORTS?
I didn't think I would be out for too long. I wasn't wearing short shorts, but I was wearing shorts nonetheless. I'd say I was out for a total of about 3 minutes. I definitely misjudged the wind though. The cold didn't get me. It was the wind. My mom yelled at me when I walked through the garage door. I'm okay now though! I'm all warmed up again!
carolinehelstone replied to your post: I need to watch Love Actually like 37 ...
i’m planning on giving my friend her xmas gift by throwing rocks at her window and doing the poster thing
THAT IS THE CUTEST THING EVER OMG
For carolinehelstone, who for some horrible reason was left out of a Secret Santa exchange at her school, so HERE is her own very own Branson fanfic :oP
"You were no help," Sybil grumbled under her breath, trying to sound stern, but it was hard to be upset with him, especially when he gave her that little cheeky grin.
"I couldn't help it!" he chuckled. "I was still recovering from George's first statement!" he started to laugh anew as he remembered the way his nephew had gazed at Sybil's growing belly and had said in a very straightforward manner, "Auntie Sybil, you've been eating too much cake!"
To which their daughter, who was sitting floor, playing some blocks, looked offended on her mother's behalf, and spoke sternly to her cousin, "That's not because of cake, that's because of a baby!"
Sybil and Tom stared in shock at this little exchange, having only recently explained to their daughter that she was going to be a big sister in the near future, but now, in front of the rest of Crawleys, Saoirse decided at that moment to "educate" her cousin on where babies come from.
"A baby?" George asked with confusion.
"Yes, there's baby in mummy's belly."
"AUNTIE SYBIL ATE A BABY???"
"NO! She didn't 'eat' a baby! Da put the baby in her!"
"How did Uncle Tom put the baby in Auntie Sybil?"
"I THINK THAT'S ENOUGH!" Robert intervened, his face turning purple, while glaring at his Irish son-in-law, who looked horrified and who was also trying to keep his laughter at bay. Meanwhile, Sybil was covering her face with her hands, while the rest of the Crawleys were trying to cover their own laughing lips.
"It's in Mary and Matthew's hands now," Tom declared as he slipped under the covers and peeled them back for his wife to join him.
Sybil rolled her eyes, but gave a sigh, a light laugh escaping her lips as she moved across the room to the bed. "Yes, I can imagine how well that conversation will go," she muttered.
"Think they'll say something about the stork?" Tom chuckled.
Sybil shook her head. "Even if they did, it's too late; Saoirse already said that YOU had something to do with putting the baby in my belly, so knowing George and how inquisitive he can be, he will not be satisfied until someone explains how that is done."
Tom nodded his head, and then murmured, "should I draw up a diagram for Matthew to help him explain?"
She swatted his chest, but he only grinned. It had been worth it.
"You're awful, Tom Branson," she groaned, though she couldn't help but giggle as she felt his fingers slide down her sides to tickle her.
"I'm wonderful," he countered, before playfully growling and rolling over onto her, nipping her neck and grinning against her skin as he heard her squeals become pleasured sighs. "And maybe Matthew doesn't need a diagram...but right now...I think I need a 'refresher' in remembering just how you got into this state a second time," he wickedly promised, before proceeding to do just that.
carolinehelstone said:that’s always my fear too tbh
i might do one when i reach my goal!! :-)
carolinehelstone replied to your post:lucreziaborgia replied to your post:...
they better not ask for internet history
it would be so bad
soooo bad
"how do you explain the incest?"
"it's fictional"
"IT'S BASED ON HISTORY"
even my incest ships are so dorky i can't
carolinehelstone replied to your post:sometimes i feel like i would definitely donate my...
i’m the same. i would NEVER want to know the outcome of a big ol’ cell that i donated
idk how dudes do it for so little (comparative) cash because it would constantly be hanging over my head like OH SHIT WHAT IF I GET AN EMAIL FROM SOME BOY NAMED HERBERT WHO THINKS I'M HIS OTHER MOTHER