#herewegoagainniall

[herewegoagainniall]

Hi I’m proud of this selfie I took!!

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AND AND AND!!!! He would LOVE getting teased too. Like if you wore something skimpy or if you brought him to the edge and then stopped short he’d get this fucking sMIRK on his face and go “You little minx” or some shit like that

Anon asked:Not to be NSFW but being at a party and teasing Rog endlessly and when u get home he GOES HARD ON U

I’m so sorry this took so long to get to.

anyyyyways, not to be nsfw but “i can’t take you anywhere” is the first thing he says when he sees you at freddie’s halloween party, and you step out of the car and take off your jacket to reveal a dress that may, in some way, be reminiscent of a flapper’s dress from the 1920s, but only if they had half the material to work with.

“au contraire, you can take me anywhere.” you tell him with a smirk and a wink, and already roger can feel his self restraint being tested.

“don’t tempt me, love.” he growled, wrapping an arm around you and giving your hip a gentle squeeze. looking at each other, he sees the mischeif in your eyes and the way you’re biting your lip, and knows tonight’s going to be hard difficult, though he’s pretty sure he’s looking forward to it.

you spend your night threading through the crowd, dancing and laughing and having the time of your life. he’s with you for some of it, and sometimes he sees you talking to other people, guys and girls, and he sees the way they look at you, but more importantly he sees the way your gaze flicks to him and you shimmy, showing off before them, and he wants to take you there and then, leave you with hickeys where everyone can see so they know you’re spoken for.

“how’s your night?” you don’t even bother trying to be subtle when you find him on a sofa, kicking your legs out over him, thighs resting on his lap, an arm around him. he takes one look at you, at the way one of the straps of your dress is falling down, and you don’t bother to fix it, and he kisses you, leaning you both back until you’re pressed against the sofa, hands pushing insistently at the hem of your dress, but you slap his it away. 

“i can’t take you anywhere.” you breathe, grinning at him, and his intense gaze moves down your body to where you’ve got one leg lifted, foot propped against his thigh, dress riding up enough that someone standing at the edge of the sofa would clearly be able to see your panties.

“you’re killing me.” he groaned, head dropped to rest on your shoulder as his hand still moves along the inner thigh of your propped up leg. when you don’t stop him, he looks up a little bit hopefully, but your gaze is just amused as you look back, legs coming together to trap his hand just before it reaches your underwear.

“freddie’s got to have a private bathroom somewhere in this house.” you offered.

he doesn’t even lock the door to the bathroom, just slams it shut and pushes you against it, desperate and hungry where he’s already trying to mark you. whether or not it works, you appreciate the effort. locking the door with nimble fingers you move away, let yourself be maneuvered to the counter, feeling the way he unzipped your dress easily.

he takes a moment to marvel at your underwear, lacy, black, chosen with him in mind.

“i don’t think flappers wore those.” he says after letting out a low whistle, and you raised a single eyebrow at him. crossing your legs, you rest your hands on your knees, wearing only your nice underwear and your black heels. roger looks like his brain has just malfunctioned for a moment.

“are you really questioning my historical accuracy?” you asked, voice surprisingly even despite how damp your panties already were.

“never, darling.” he grins, sinking to his knees as you opened your legs for him.

“i should tease you more often.” you mused as he pulled down you underwear. he gave you a warning look coupled with a mischievous grin, biting gently at your inner thigh, making you gasp softly.

“you wouldn’t dare.”

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What is it about Anne Elliot and Frederick Wentworth that make them your favorites? ❤️

Anne’s quiet strength, honestly. She is not so closed-off as Elinor Dashwood, but is rather constrained by the people she is surrounded by, and helpless to get away from them. Where she finds true friends, she eagerly becomes warm and friendly, and blossoms under positive attention. She does not have Fanny Price’s fearful timidity and over-grown sense of gratitude to oblige her to be subservient to others...rather she helps because she finds it easier to do so, and finds purpose in being useful, even if she knows she is neglected by those she helps. She knows/believes her isolation to be her own fault, and so she accepts her lot, but never truly compromises her beliefs again. (Refusing Charles Musgrove even if he could have given her a comfortable life, company, a family of her own to focus on, and better appreciation than she receives at Kellynch Hall from her father and sisters.) Being older, wiser, and sadder, she knows who she is and what she wants, but holds back from pursuing it by her own sense of remaining dignity and the belief that Wentworth wants nothing more to do with her, as she is well-aware of how much she hurt him in the past, and has no desire to hurt him any further, or pain herself with the indignity of throwing herself at him at all--especially if she believes a rejection to be inevitable.As to Frederick, he is an IDIOT who does not deserve a second chance with Anne Elliot because he behaves atrociously to her and others, but as he is aware of just how big a douche he’s been by the end of the book and suffered terrible emotional distress due to it, I shall safely proceed with my praise of his virtues. 1) He is warm and kind, and strives to be thoughtful even if perhaps it’s not warranted. (Taking time to speak with the mournful Mrs. Musgrove about her dead son, even if said son was a Dick in every possible sense, because it’s somebody’s dead son, and as a Captain in war-time he’s seen enough men die and had to send the worst possible news to their loves ones, so he’s going to patiently sit and listen to this woman talk about a guy he probably loathed because it’s not about Dick, it’s about his mother and her broken mother’s heart.) 2) He is clever as shit. (Taking valuable ships to get that much prize-money in a shitty sloop like the Asp must have taken some luck, but also some baller strategies and intense leadership skills.) 3) He has fantastic manners, but is not so elegant that he’s stuffy and fake like the people Anne knows. (He recognizes and likes people for their individual merits, not who their father might be or what connections they may have.) 4) He’s the only Austen hero to be a self-made, working man. Edmund and Edward are clergymen, yes, but naval officers began training at age twelve for their careers, and also it’s difficult to compare a country parish living to active naval service in war or peace-time, when there is still plenty to do and dangers at sea. (We know some clergymen did not even fulfill their duties for preaching or other tasks, instead hiring a curate to undertake all the work for a pittance salary while they just collect their income and take it easy. Not that I’m saying Edmund and Edward do this, but the fact that it was a possibility and common enough for Austen to poke fun at it in her writing--her own father having been a clergyman, we must presume she knew of many such men--makes it hard to feel Edmund and Edward are being pushed to put everything on the line in the way Frederick would be.) 5) Kind of tying into that last point, he is brave as hell. Of course war is hell and modern foreign policy and the military industrial complex being a nightmare makes me something of a pacifist at heart, but I can’t retroactively un-do Napoleon’s shit, so here we are. If we gotta have war-heroes, at least we have Frederick Wentworth being all noble and studly about it.

So Anne would be drawn out into better circles of friends, with more easy and relaxed company among people who, like her, deserve to be admired for their characters and actions, rather than bloodlines or wealth, and in these circumstances, she would bloom like the beautifullest fuckin flower in the whole world, she would be unstoppable once she’s appreciated and able to unwind and let go and be her truest self. And FREDERICK. He lands his booty in hot water with the Musgrove girls because he is rather AWARE of his virtues and being rich and handsome and having the glory-aura of a hero and lets his pride, scorn for Anne because of his broken heart, and arrogance lead him into empty flirtations which he really ought to have been more sensible about. Secure in Anne’s affections, she would keep him just humble enough, once he knows that Anne’s admiration is the only admiration that really matters, and he has always had it.

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BITCH!!!!!! HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY!!!

EYYYY THANK YOU I LOVE YOU!! 

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Hey, I noticed earlier on your blog someone asked about Benny’s mom! She was diagnosed with breast cancer when he was a senior in high school, but she’s been in remission for a while now ☺️❤️.

ohhhhhh, okay thats good to hear! im glad to hear shes doing well ❤️

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What are your favorite portrayals of Austen protagonists (Elizabeth Bennett, the Dashwood sisters, etc.)? I always love looking at how different actresses approach the same role

It’s hard for me to pick definitive portrayals of protagonists as my all-time favourites, simply because there aren’t many to choose from. (Except perhaps in the case of P&P, in which case my answer is Bridget Jones.) But where there’s maybe only two or three major adaptations, I can usually find something unique to like in each performance, and it’s rare that anybody is so terrible in a lead role that I can even make them specifically my Unfavourite.

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Do you think Willoughby ever truly loved Marianne, or was he just placating her? From one Austen lover to another ☺️ I absolutely adore your blog btw!

Thank you!

Though he begins by flirting to amuse himself with the company of a handsome and warm young woman, Willoughby did truly fall in love with Marianne; but his anxieties about his future (being accustomed to the standard of living of a rich gentleman and then threatened with disinheritance,) and established bad habits of impulse lead him to make rash choices which divide him from Marianne forever. Had he had courage and faith enough, he could have wed Marianne and preserved his fortune by earning the forgiveness of his aunt.

In the final chapter, Willoughby’s life is sketched out for us, but, as we have learned that sensibility doesn’t make regular life either a pit of endless misery or a paradise of eternal happiness, but rather more a reasonable mixture of non-extremes, he finds that life goes on.

Willoughby could not hear of her marriage without a pang; and his punishment was soon afterwards complete in the voluntary forgiveness of Mrs. Smith, who, by stating his marriage with a woman of character, as the source of her clemency, gave him reason for believing, that had be behaved with honour towards Marianne, he might at once have been happy and rich. That his repentance of misconduct, which thus brought it own punishment, was sincere, need not be doubted; nor that he long thought of Colonel Brandon with envy, and of Marianne with regret. But that he was for ever inconsolable--that he fled from society, or contracted an habitual gloom of temper, or died of a broken heart, must not be depended on--for he did neither. He lived to exert, and frequently to enjoy himself. His wife was not always out of humour, nor his home always uncomfortable! and in his breed of horses and dogs, and in sporting of every kind, he found no inconsiderable degree of domestic felicity.  

[mazzelloiii]

Thank God It’s Christmas (Secret Santa)

SURPRISE @mazzelloiii, I’m your Secret Santa!!! I hope you enjoy this and I hope you have a merry Christmas ❤️❤️

You’d say you couldn’t believe you were sick on Christmas, but that would be a lie. Between the late hours you’d been pulling at work (Christmas presents were really getting more expensive every year) and your unhealthy diet (you couldn’t help it that no one thought to serve veg at those holiday parties!), you really had NOT been kind to your immune system.

As you blew your nose for what seemed like the five thousandth time, a knock came on the door. You dragged yourself off of the couch in your blanket cocoon and shuffled over to see who it was… but before you could, Gwilym, Joe and Ben came barreling into your apartment.

“Wh- what are you doing here??” you sniffed, drawing your blanket closer around you.

“We knew you weren’t feeling good,” Gwilym clarified, shaking the snow off of his head, “and it’s Christmas, so we wanted to bring you some extra cheer!”

“By extra cheer,” Ben clarified, “we mean cold medicine, tissues and some tea.”

You felt yourself smile for the first time in what felt like ages. “Boys, you didn’t have to.”

“Of course we did,” Joe grinned as he set the bag of goodies on the table. “We couldn’t have you being a Scrooge just because your nose is stuffy.”

“And my throat’s sore, and I have the chills, and I-”

“Oh shut up and drink your tea,” Ben chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Gwilym put the kettle on while Ben and Joe argued over what the lighting pattern of your Christmas tree should be, and you just settled back on the couch and felt your heart thaw. You couldn’t believe you had three such amazing friends to spend the holidays with.

Once the kettle had been poured, the tree was finally on a pattern everyone could agree on, and the four of you had smushed onto your couch, you turned on the TV to a random channel to watch a Christmas movie. “What do we want to watch, gang?”

“Love Actually,” Ben and Gwil asserted at the same time as Joe said, “It’s A Wonderful Life.” Sensing another storm about to brew, you rolled your eyes and said, “I’ll pick one, I’ll pick one.”

Settling on Elf, you leaned into Ben’s shoulder and let Joe wrap his arms around you. And as you drifted off to sleep, you felt exactly as you should on Christmas- warm and surrounded by the people that you loved.

Aw this is so cute!!!!!! Thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Hope you have a great Christmas :))))