Confess and be Hanged

You've reached Guinevere Kirkland. I'd say it's good to see you, but then you might be encouraged to stay. And I would hate to encourage such a notion. {about} {introduction} {blogroll} {connect} {relations} {independent RP blog for fem!England. Please see about tab for more information. sidebar art by analdrawings.]

[chansondevictoire]

I have a great deal of faith in my own ability to dropkick you to the floor

[torulethewaves-blog]

Tell me you're not as terrible at dropkicking as you were at firing cannon.

[torulethewaves-blog]

Happy 207th anniversary of the British victory at Trafalgar!

[chansondevictoire]

I hate you

[torulethewaves-blog]

I have a great deal of faith in your ability to overcome this emotion.

[torulethewaves-blog]

Happy 207th anniversary of the British victory at Trafalgar!

[torulethewaves-blog]

[8:46:41 PM] Anshu: I want a pocket gwen and a pocket marie

[8:46:52 PM] francey | H A I L T H E C A K E G O D: "now kiss"

[8:46:55 PM] Anshu: i would be all "NOW WATCH FILMS TOGETHER"

[8:47:00 PM] francey | H A I L T H E C A K E G O D: fucKIGN GOD DAMN IT ANSHU

[8:47:05 PM] francey | H A I L T H E C A K E G O D: THAT ESCALATED WAY TOO QUICKLY

[nothingbutboytoys-deactivated20]

torulethewaves started following you

Just in time for the flogging, ahoj. 

[torulethewaves-blog]

--Well. Never let it be said that I don't have opportune timing.

[midnightinjapan]

Ivan the Terrible shows his treasures to Elizabeth’s ambassador. Painting by Alexander Litovchenko, 1875

[waywardcatsblog]

Nyo!UK 

Her husband died and since she is filthy rich men from all over are clamouring to become her second husband. She asks her old friend Francis to act as her male companion so that suitors would leave her alone.

I guess they end up in the end?

bonus if they have sex while she’s wearing her half mourning clothes

Mourning Dress and Mourning Bonnet

[chansondevictoire]

Then I suggest therapy

no grudge should last that long

I can refer you to a great shrink

[ludwigvonludwig-blog]

I’m not crazy, I don’t need therapy.

Though the realistic aspect of this situation is that I could break your neck without flexing a muscle so don’t you go calling me a “little bitch.”

[chansondevictoire]

I’d like to see you try, sugartits

[chansondevictoire]

torulethewaves a réagi à votre billet : THE PONDS THOUGH

But it’s /worth/ it.

/grabs

Not at all. It sucked. I want my money back.

/buries face in sweater nope

[torulethewaves-blog]

Lies, lies and slander. You loved it, you're just sad about it. And I'm sure it will get better. Just think of what's to look forward to!

/pets hair

[uldren-s0v]

aph Olympic parade

[imallaboutthemwords]

The English language is like London: proudly barbaric yet deeply civilised, too, common yet royal, vulgar yet processional, sacred yet profane. Each sentence we produce, whether we know it or not, is a mongrel mouthful of Chaucerian, Shakespearean, Miltonic, Johnsonian, Dickensian and American. Military, naval, legal, corporate, criminal, jazz, rap and ghetto discourses are mingled at every turn. The French language, like Paris, has attempted, through its Academy, to retain its purity, to fight the advancing tides of Franglais and international prefabrication. English, by comparison, is a shameless whore.

The Ode Less Travelled: Unlocking the Poet Within by Stephen Fry (via imallaboutthemwords)

[brienneoftarth]

The world’s first colour footage - shot in 1902 by Edward Raymond Turner (featured in the sixth gif) - England.

[judalva]

No man is an island, Entire of itself. Each is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less. As well as if a promontory were. As well as if a manor of thine own Or of thine friend’s were. Each man’s death diminishes me, For I am involved in mankind. Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee.

John Donne, No Man Is An Island 

[theworldwars]

British Soldiers Fighting in Trenches: Illustrating the closeness of enemy lines, this British infantry unit fights from a trench that is within 200 yards of German lines.

[torulethewaves-blog]

Britain in Colour, 1939-1945.

[chansondevictoire]

Then your expectations are startlingly realistic. But then you never were much of an optimist. No, we’ve years to go, haven’t we…

Christmas is an awfully long time to wait.

[torulethewaves-blog]

Only if you're an unruly child. I'm sure you'll manage.

[chansondevictoire]

If I was expected to act my age, Kirkland, I would surely have laid myself in a coffin and stayed there. Although I am sure you would like that, wouldn’t you? No, the rose has not withered yet and you all will be stuck with me for quite a while longer.

A suffering me, though, which is never a good thing. Would that someone would come along and fix that. Oh, woe is me.

[torulethewaves-blog]

I wouldn't expect it of you; you'd never be able to stay still so long as for death to hold you, and you're never quiet enough that he might deign to try. But alas, I've survived you this many years, what's another few centuries in comparison, eh?

Suppose you shall have to wait then, shan't you? Perhaps if you ask very nicely for Christmas.