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harrietvane:

People who don’t like Emma Woodhouse as a character because: she’s too rich for anything to really go that wrong in her life, and she’s an insufferable know-it-all, and she meddles in the love-lives of her friends because ‘she knows best’?

Idk man, that’s pretty much Mr Darcy though. And he’s on merchandise tote bags. People seem to like him just fine.


theorlandojones:

This is a very serious disease* so I gladly accept the “bucket challenge”

*My heart goes out to all those who struggle with ALS but I am, of course, talking about the disease of apathy.  If (and hopefully when) Michael Brown’s killer is brought to justice and convicted of 1st degree murder, it still won’t prevent this from happening again. We cannot accept this as the status quo. We MUST continue the fight at the ballot box, in the media and by working to create systemic change. I’m not naive to the dirty politics (redistricting, voter ID requirements, etc) that will try to prevent us from our goal. But I refuse to give up hope. My “bullet bucket challenge” is not about pointing fingers and it’s not about being angry. Every shell casing in that bucket represents the life of someone who fought and died in the goal for civil rights and human dignity. As a member of law enforcement (yes I really am a reserve sheriff) I will not stand idly by while others violate civil and human rights under the cover of authority and I will insist that other good cops rise to the same standard as well. As a black man I will demand more from myself and my community. I will not allow outsiders to co-opt our struggle in order to commit violence in our name. I’m channeling my outrage into action so I no longer feel powerless. It’s not about black or white. It’s not about rich or poor. It’s about us vs. them. There are more of us — from all races, genders and identities — then there will ever be of them. And we will be victorious.

"The hottest places in hell are reserved for those who, in times of great moral crisis, maintain their neutrality"

Join me.


I did the ALS ice bucket challenge. Thanks elizaataylor
I tagged people who aren’t on this website. But here you go itsstephyybitch


rnindylahiri:

If you fight like a married coupletalk like best friends and protect each other like siblings, then you were meant to be.


I accept the nomination for the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge and I hereby nominate Bill Murray, Andrew Gar-Field of Dreams, and Dame Maggie Smith (x)


ohsoswiftly:

Taylor Swift - Shake it Off


kyrieanne:

lulabo

Dammit Erica, some of us are trying to live our lives over here. 

HONESTLY I WAS JUST GETTING OVER IT (read: never ever getting over it) AND ERICA WALTZES IN AND SPEWS ALL THAT BEAUTY. WHYYYYYY


Remember that time Alex was trying to tell Emma and she didn't want to hear it and he was like "If you'll just listen to me I think that..."? What did he think?
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lulabo:

Hoooo, I had to go and watch it again and think about it and watch it again. Which was a hardship.

It’s really interesting to think about this moment in the context of the novel—I’d given up the ghost of thinking of this series as an “adaptation of” before the last hiatus and decided to think of it as an “inspired by” work, but the best adaptative stuff they’ve done has been in the latest arcs, however loosely it’s been done. At this moment in the novel, Mr. Knightley’s been hanging out at his brother’s house to “learn to be indifferent” in his feelings about Emma, but being around her sister was not as useful as it could have been, since it made him all moony over the stuff he loves about Emma. But he doesn’t come back with a mind to woo, he comes back because he’s worried about her:

Then, with the gladness which must be felt, nay, which he did not scruple to feel, having never believed Frank Churchill to be at all deserving Emma, was there so much fond solicitude, so much keen anxiety for her, that he could stay no longer. He had ridden home through the rain; and had walked up directly after dinner, to see how this sweetest and best of all creatures, faultless in spite of all her faults, bore the discovery.

(I’m quoting because I find this bit absolutely hilarious—sweetest and best of all creatures is not our narrator, but our narrator is amused as shit at the idea of it. Like, sweetest and best HA!) 

So he’s ridden through the rain (!!), and he genuinely has no other intention than concern for her, despite the fact that he’s figured out he’s been buttcrazy in love with her at LEAST since Frank Churchill showed his douchey mug in Highbury:

He had followed her into the shrubbery with no idea of trying it. He had come, in his anxiety to see how she bore Frank Churchill’s engagement, with no selfish view, no view at all, but of endeavouring, if she allowed him an opening, to soothe or to counsel her. The rest had been the work of the moment, the immediate effect of what he heard, on his feelings.

He hasn’t, up to this moment (if he is to be believed, and this is why free indirect discourse is such a joy to me, because we’re getting his version of events through the narrator, who’s relating it all in this language that indicates how ridiculously besotted Mr Knightley is) really decided that he’s going to tell Emma his feelings for her. It’s when she says that Frank Churchill imposed on but did not injure her that he decides to lay it all out for her:

The delightful assurance of her total indifference towards Frank Churchill, of her having a heart completely disengaged from him, had given birth to the hope, that, in time, he might gain her affection himself; — but it had been no present hope — he had only, in the momentary conquest of eagerness over judgment, aspired to be told that she did not forbid his attempt to attach her.

So this is why I thought Alex’s return was so interesting—there’s more premeditation in his return than in his novelistic counterpart. He brought flowers! And flowers are romantic! So he’s coming back with intent,but what that intent is is still sort of unknown at this point (and this may all be joss’d by the time the new ep airs in a few hours). My sense is that he’s thought about what he’s going to say, and he’s thought about the potential scenarios that could come out of what he’s going to say, and it’s led him to decide that he’s at least got a shot with Emma. Potential scenarios include: a) he tells Emma he has feelings for her and she reciprocates, thus JOY! and KISSING!; b) he tells Emma he has feelings for her, she does not reciprocate, leading him to propose that she give him a try as something more than a friend. I think he believed scenario b) would be more likely. So he’s coming back to Emma with flowers and his mind made up to tell her that he’s in love with her, his intent (to my mind at least) being to ask her if he can “gain her affection.” Emma’s afraid the truth with change everything, but he says he’s prepared for that—I think that it’s possible what he’s about to say when he asks her to listen is that he thinks it’s worth a shot, that it’s worth the chance to hear out what he’s proposing. Which I think, at that moment, is allowing him  to show himself capable of getting a girl flowers. He’s about to ask for the opportunity to prove himself to be more than her good, dear, old friend Alex, the boring business guy—if you just listen to me, I think you’ll find I make a compelling argument that I’m great boyfriend material, and I’m great boyfriend material for you, and I think we could be great together. No matter what happens after I tell you this, it’s worth it to me to get everything out in the open

Which is a hella long way of saying: I think in that moment he’s ready to go all in on asking Emma for the chance to woo her—just the opportunity to move from just friends to more than that—and what he’s about to tell her is that he thinks that it’s worth a shot. He’s prepared to tell her he has feelings for her and that it will change things, but it’s worth it. 

I mean, part of me, in thinking this all out, realizes how terribly close to a Nice Guy speech this could get, but I think the about Austen is that she hates Nice Guys? She’s already shown you what a rejected Nice Guy looks like, and that’s Mr. Elton.