#jane austen at home

[esta-elavaris]

More from Jane Austen at Home by Lucy Worsley - shaping up to be one of my favourite reads of the year.

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sometimes I think about that guy on amazon who reviewed pride and prejudice and did an entire angry, weirdly math focused rant about how awful darcy is and then ends it all with "I could carve a better man out of a banana"

[chillileu]

Picked up some more gorgeous books for an absolute steal today 🥰

[ceaselesslyinlove]

how did women in 1817 read wentworth’s letter to anne and not immediately start running through the streets screaming

[liesandnights]

When Jane Austen said “If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more” and when Hozier said “I’m so full of love, I can barely eat” and when Nizar Qabbani said “because my love for you is higher than words, I have decided to fall silent.”

[yooils]

lightweight . drunk!isagi x reader. fluff. accidental proposal. short blurb + extremely forced plot.

— ISAGI YOICHI is a lightweight.

it’s a truth acknowledged by everyone close with him, really, with the way he begins his flowery proses after a drink or two– followed by a gradual descent to an emotional wreck; usually accompanied with an abundance of impulsive decisions and a self depreciating monologue of his life.

but in spite of that, he knows how to handle himself 90% of the time. (the remaining 10% is left unmentioned by all, regardless of the copious amounts of black-mail material some of his teammates possess.)

so naturally, the first time you see yoichi have an emotional breakdown in public is during a team get-together! he’s half on his knees with an abnormally flushed complexion; his eyes are starting to water from the reverie he’s found himself in, and his throat is constricted with hiccups. you've been so-called paged by his colleagues– only to find that the emergency they had mentioned afore to be your drunk boyfriend.

“i just want you to know that i love you.” is the first thing that comes out of isagi's mouth when he catches sight of you entering the bar his team had booked for the night.

the collective wolf whistles from his teammates would have portrayed the unfolding scene to be akin to an extremely romantic (read: corny) scene of a movie, if it wasn't for the uncharacteristically delirious look in your boyfriend’s eyes.

“my affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this. i just want you to know that i’m pregnant, and you’re the baby. will you marry me?”

(a few feet away, rin spits out his drink, outraged at the sheer blasphemy of one of his favourite books and movies. nagi's recording next to him, half-asleep yet still giggling at his friend's drunken antics.)

you love yoichi too, you really do– but you have to run through the list of things you love about him just to keep yourself from strangling him to the brink of unconsciousness so he stops talking.

– he's cute. he's only a little bit annoying sometimes. he does the laundry properly. he just confessed that he loved you amidst his drunken stupor even though you've never said it to each other directly before in person– and then proposed to you. and he's hot.

finally forfeiting to his boyish, drunken charms (and having had enough public humiliation for today), you find yourself and your extremely drunk boyfriend in the middle of the parking lot; with you holding him by his coat so he doesn’t escape, and him squirming around with airy sounds of discomfort which you had opted to ignore.

isagi’s leaning in close, breath reeking of alcohol and hands fumbling with his seatbelt clumsily.

“psst.. don’t tell anyone, but i’m gonna marry you one day.”

the pause in the car is deafening.

you furrow your eyebrows. he obliviously leans his cheek against the car window, unbothered by the sheer weight that his words had carried.

“wait, you don’t want other people to find out that you’re going to propose to me, so you tell the person you’re actually proposing to?”

his drunk gasp speaks volumes to you. “oh no, did i say that out loud? am i being kidnapped? where am i? is the world finally ending? but i still haven’t told (name) that i loved them…”

(okay, maybe he’s a little more stupid when he’s drunk, but you’ve grown to become a believer in the concept that drunken words are sober thoughts in the last hour. you hope.)

isagi’s eyes melt into something akin pools of sapphire stones under the lamppost-lit light. it’s been your favourite colour from the moment you met him.

“yoichi, why are you sniffing me?”

you amusedly ask, finding minor entertainment in his actions.

he’s half slumped on you by the time you stop the car by his apartment– and you realise that there’s no way of getting out of your vehicle without damaging 1.) your spine 2.) your arms and 3.) his dignity. (which really is already ruined, objectively, from the amount of second-hand embarrassment you’ve faced tonight.

“don’t wanna leave you.. smells like home..” he almost-incoherently mumbles, and you impulsively have half a mind to keep him forever-intoxicated because of how cute, despite tedious he’s become.

as a relatively simple man, isagi has always been subjected to a desire for more; especially when it came to football.

(but you, he thinks, will always be more than enough for him. and he hopes he’s enough for you too, even in his drunken haze, because he doesn’t want to let you out of his grasps for even a second).

the way you stroke his hair has his mind collapsing into a puddle of melted goo even in the air-conditioned car. you’ve rewritten his brain chemistry to make yourself the only pearl in his universe composed of mostly football, and in every life, he would let you break his heart over and over again.

once you realise that he's stopped his drunken ramblings and fumbling, the panic finally kicks in.

"yoichi, are you sleeping? we're still in the car park! i can't get out with you laid on me!"

(the next morning, he apologises after a much needed hangover pill and a reminder of what happened last night, sent to him in the form of a video by nagi.

you don't tell him that you've already seen the ring in his sock drawer.)

8.12.23

[fairydrowning]

"Ah! There is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort."

– Jane Austen, Emma

[poetryofmuses]

So what if I have no money? Can I not dream of a cosy house by the lake with a big garden and a whole room dedicated to books?

[peasunflower]

To see the softness in people. To see the kid waving bye to the street dog. To see the couple reading to each other. To see her explain her love. To soak in the light orange sunlight streaks on your bedroom wall. To sit under the sky and breathe like you haven't in a while. To admire the way she beams at the mention of crispello and the way he smiles. It doesn't take a lot to melt into this. To soak. To find home.

[theftshrubbery]

the food of love 🌷💛

[plutotheunseen]

So it turns out putting wood varnish on cheap plastic frames actually works amazingly

Who knew 🤷‍♀️

[oldshrewsburyian]

The "I should buy another bookcase" situation is becoming acute.

[glitterghost]

Sometimes my brain just goes ✨️ johnny flynn ✨️ and like what the hell am i even supposed to do with that?

[bethanydelleman]

Mrs. Norris managed to save a lot of money over her married life!

The original combined income of the Norrises was about £1000 pounds, £350 from her dowry of £7000 and the rest, about £600 probably, from the Mansfield living. We know Mr. Norris had hardly any private fortune.

By her husband's death, she has at least £12,000 in investments, since Sir Thomas says she will have £600 a year as a widow.

She has saved £5000 in 20 years. If she wasn't a horrid miser, I'd be impressed. Also, the income of Mansfield Parsonage significantly increased, since we know that Thornton Lacey is worth £700/year when Edmund is to have it and Sir Thomas says that will be less than half of his income. Mansfield must now be worth £750-800.

While there was a lot of inflation during this era, it was also possible to raise the income of a living by improving the attached farmland (gleb) and by ensuring that full tithes are being collected. Mrs. Norris, I am certain, would make sure she was getting her due!

[suguruslut]

In this economy I'm starting to understand Charlotte Lucas more and more

[visiteuropeancastles]

Goodnestone Park via The Real Country Houses That Inspired Jane Austen