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I am going to be haunted forever because I saw a spamtenna post yesterday and I didn't reblog it and now I am fighting for my life to try and find the post with what residual memory I have of it.
@nottheprincess cont’d
Talking to Robert could be either of two things. Utterly enjoyable and liberating. Or sadly exhausting and draining. Upon his engagement to Mary, he had decided to call a meeting with her father to ask for his permission. But the prospect of Cousin Cora’s child and the uncertainty of how they would proceed and how they would live should the child be that of a male. Robert had exhausted it all, tried to twist the notion that Matthew would still be entitled to something. However, there was nothing more that Matthew knew than the law of the entail. The process would not allow it. Generations of Granthams had seen to that at least. He was glad when the conversation ended and he was able to leave to find his fiancee.
When he saw her, he could not answer. Instead he collapsed into the space beside Mary and let his head rest upon her knee, closing his eyes for a long moment. “Exhausting, pointless. And we went around in circles at least three times,” He said, running his hand across his face and giving a sigh. “He gives his consent but he is adamant that perhaps we do not make any life-changing decisions until the baby is born. Which worries me to think that perhaps he may ask us to post-pone the wedding.”
He paused. “I assume because he does not want to spend all his sons inheritance. It is a cruel fate I think that women cannot inherit. Especially in this day in age.” He turned to look up at her. “I am exhausted my darling. I may just sleep here.”
i am so terrified of doing those blog rate things by popular blogs...like...how do people just subject themselves to non-constructive judgement so openly and publicly? very brave. definitely gryffindors.
I am so in the mood
yet my body is so tired I can’t even move
:(
i think i'm just gonna end up cosplaying castiel wearing daisy dukes tbh
i'm sitting in a non-compulsory discussion section at 7:30 pm on a Friday
i had a chance to drop. i did not drop.
i would like to say i'm making the most of an amazing opportunity, studying at sciences po, in a gilded room (no seriously was this shit a royal war room?), and learning with the creme de la creme.
but let's be real
i'm just a masochist
exo's ceci video: you think you can handle this?
me: bring it on
exo's ceci video: you sure?
*starts showing members*
me: i give uP I GIVE UP ABORT MISSION