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                             she’s a mess of gorgeous

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                          and you can see it in her eyes.

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the scarlet pimpernel ( 1982 ), dir. clive donner. change pronouns as needed.

i beg of you.

do you know the rendezvous?

our world is topsy-turvy.

then why do we look the other way and pretend nothing is happening?

don't you think your methods are slightly harsh?

it would seem your friend is in distress.

you'll be superb!

anyone would have done as much.

we must get you home to bed.

his heart too often leads his head.

is love, too, a crime these days?

will i not see you again?

how could you be so rude?

you've executed men for less.

revolutions are never bloodless.

you are even more beautiful than i recall, if that is possible.

you see i'm a bit of a poet, and you did not know it.

you must tell me all about yourself, in all detail.

you move too fast.

i'd sooner trust a snake.

i give you my word, no harm will come to you.

i shall be back in time for supper.

you used me.

what have i done?

you have no right to pry into my personal affairs.

why i do believe you're jealous?

it amazes me how a woman of your taste and intelligence could tolerate such a fool.

the one thing you must never doubt is my sincerity.

you must be very much like your mother.

it appears we have both misjudged one another.

isn't it wonderful?

you made inquiries?

they say she only married him for his money.

she has blood on her hands.

this is no trial. and you are no judge.

will you say nothing, sir?

there are times when i think that he still loves me.

these pinch something monstrous.

perhaps there's no more to know.

i dare not risk it.

i shall love her till the day i die.

a man in your position should not listen to gossip.

have you come here to be impertinent?

i was good enough for you once.

kindly state your business.

i advise you to keep silent.

i must have been daydreaming.

in that gown, you'll be the belle of the ball.

the man can't even tie his own cravat.

why aren't you the kind of man a woman can look up to?

are you in trouble?

i shall expect you to dance every dance with me.

i do feel devilish lucky tonight.

i don't know what came over me.

i only need to close my eyes for a moment or two.

do not turn around.

you are a very brave woman for coming here.

i'm a fool.

how can you be so unfeeling?

you don't even know the meaning of love.

i should never have allowed you to come along.

i can only pray that i'm doing the right thing.

a fair exchange, don't you think?

he takes you for a fool.

any trickery, and they die.

allow her to go free.

let me die with you.

i'm not afraid to die.

alas, a moment was all i could spare.

well, finish it off!

do you lack the courage?

i always like to give a man a sporting chance.

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hot take: the tempo n.icole takes that song is insane. in a bad way!

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sticking awards like best costumes, choreography, and original score in the t.onys pre-show is wild...

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#𝒀𝑪𝑼𝑻𝑯𝑭𝑼𝑳𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫. ❛ she is not, indeed, like most modern young ladies; to be known in half an hour; her modest worth, and fearful excellence, require both time and encouragement to show themselves. ❜

independent & private roleplay blog for 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆 of the novel 'evelina' by frances burney. novel & headcanon based. written by skye. established august 2023.

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hello from the beeeaaaccchhhhh

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i’m hanging at the beach this week which means time to write/mess around so… STARTER CALL!

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i’m hanging at the beach this week which means time to write/mess around so… STARTER CALL!

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how is it possible that every leaked pic from the new w.uthering h.eights looks worse than the last???

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#𝒀𝑪𝑼𝑻𝑯𝑭𝑼𝑳𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫. ❛ she is not, indeed, like most modern young ladies; to be known in half an hour; her modest worth, and fearful excellence, require both time and encouragement to show themselves. ❜

independent & private roleplay blog for 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆 of the novel 'evelina' by frances burney. novel & headcanon based. written by skye. established august 2023.

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do u care her? and if not... why?

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i mean clearly not going to be book!accurate but... the vibes of the gdt 'f.rankenstein' look extremely delicious

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" well, that's quite disappointing to hear... " she does not soften her expression, even as she lets him pull her closer. her hands go to his shoulders, dusting some imaginary lint from his coat before wrapping her fingers around his lapels. the sense memory of the night before is almost enough to pull her from her intended topic. but only almost...

" perhaps i ought to release you back into the wild, then... " her head cocks to the side, half daring him to argue with her conclusions. " after all, i am sure to bore you with my dreary italian screeching, " she says dryly.

it's not like he'd done it on purpose. a very late night — for which they are both responsible, actually — combined with the gentle melodic tones of her voice... well, who could blame him for resting his eyes for a few moments? it's not as if he even understood what was happening, having only attended to support her. and, perhaps, to see the way her corset had supported other things...

‘ you could never disappoint me. ’ he moves closer to her, one arm easing around her waist to pull her in close to his body, hoping that perhaps his usual charm offensive will absolve him of his minor crimes. ‘ ...i just don't think opera is meant for me. ’

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#𝒀𝑪𝑼𝑻𝑯𝑭𝑼𝑳𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫. ❛ she is not, indeed, like most modern young ladies; to be known in half an hour; her modest worth, and fearful excellence, require both time and encouragement to show themselves. ❜

independent & private roleplay blog for 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆 of the novel 'evelina' by frances burney. novel & headcanon based. written by skye. established august 2023.

𝑨 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑫𝒀 𝑰𝑵 youth, innocence, naivety, honor, the ways of the world, learning one's self, unfortunate relations, the first taste of danger, finding one's voice.

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crawling out of my cave to say for the hundredth time to say - peter j.ackson, if i give u my email, will you send me what you shot of e.owyn and f.aramir's wedding? cool thanks.

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it was amusing, the ebb and flow of these soirees. one moment, she was showered with flowery praise and obsequious flattery by whichever society matron was interested in having her party graced by a performance from one of london's leading sopranos. the next moment, the whispers would begin, and she would know they'd all seen her name in the latest scandal sheet. then she felt little better than the help...

she had always occupied this unusual place. worthy of admiration for her art, but just as worthy of scorn for what her profession represented. one foot in society, one foot in the demi-monde. neither fully in nor fully out. she had little interest in being one of them - but it certainly made these evenings entertaining, as she watched each over-pampered debutante and her mama try and decide where to place her in their estimation.

now at least her performance was over and she could take her share of the champagne - and enjoy her own judgements from the edge of the room...

" i hope you don't mind if i lurk in the shadows with you, " she said dryly to the young woman beside her. " i promise i don't bite... at least not for the fee our hostess offered me... "

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