#challengeborne

[mcrtals]

"     i have learned, quite throughly, that standing between them,     ”     light eyes shift to where ross and caroline are standing, heads bent together as they hatch their brilliant scheme,    “    and that glimmer in their eyes is a losing battle.     we can’t fight against the mountains, all we can do is fortify them so they don’t topple.     ”

@challengeborne​       ○         sc.

[thanflowers]

anytime i post demelza gifs to my personal i’m like “this is for myself and skye.” 

[aleximedicusa]

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒.  /  @challengeborne​ asked: ✐

“ ... are you asking me or telling me? ”

[challengeborne]

a wild STARTER CALL appears!

[valorshwn]

         “How is it you seem to always surpass me no matter what i teach you?”

@challengeborne​ II x

[neamhnaid]

        ❛    thank  ye  for  agreeing  to  help.   my  son  is  in  a  difficult  position.    ❜

@challengeborne​ !     send  💬  for a starter with a random line of dialogue from this generator.

[storytelers-a]

She seemed transported as the ocean lapped at her feet. Childlike wonder was shining in her eyes, her lips parted in a soft incredulous smile at the sound of the waves, it was a lot more beautiful than she (or Jane Fairfax) could ever produce on a piano, it was irresistible. So much so, that even when Mr. Knightley begged to go back, she turned her pleading eyes on him and told him to go right ahead, she would be safe on this Cornish beach. After all, who would ever dream of harming Emma Woodhouse? 

“Garrick!” the sudden shout broke her out of her reverie, and her expression for the grey blur coming in her direction was not as welcoming as the one she had been rewarding the ocean. Lifting up her skirts, she took a few steps back, walking farther away from the dog until it stopped, hiding its tail between its legs, as its owner chased him down the beach. 

“Is this yours?”

@challengeborne​ I austen starter call.

[laidirnighean]

@challengeborne​​ || liked

“it’s beautiful. your hair i mean, wild and free and red.” soft smile touches your lips as you move to take a seat next to the lady who had so kindly invited you into her home. it was not unlike your own. in fact, it was remarkably similar, and perhaps maybe, you had some type of biased towards the nature of it, but she managed to wear her curls in a manner in which you could only dream. “i must thank you kindly for allowing me to stay for supper, but i do not wish to be a burden.”