#papa bronte

[dutchieliciousplans]

Dutch...why do u have the need to be so God damn so hot 🥵🔥

[verdemoun]

things my "cishet" "neurotypical" 25 year old (has never played a video game in his life) humanities teacher friend has said during his rdr2 playthrough

(dutch going off at bill at the start of revenge is a dish best eaten) well that seemed uncalled for. dutch is. dutch is starting to lose it, huh

visibly upset over having to shoot up the mansion, esp the stained glass windows. loves the double barrel tho.

(dutch going off at bronte) yeah dutch has full lost it. oh! oh! gator! :D DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!

only comment during banking the american art: papa hosea noooooo!!

(the diagnosis) ah yes well he’s dead he’s got consumption

(arthur's walk) why is there a moose in saint denis.

"the hot air balloon! first invented in 1793" (demanded i fact check, he was correct)

oh it's like the wizard of oz! there's no place like blackwater, there's no place like blackwater, there's no place like blackwater.

despite having no reaction to the diagnosis, immediately had tears in his eyes screaming ARTURO NOOOOOO as the funny man died

"mrs adler has the sort of perky butchness i can see you being attracted to"

meeting algernon: don’t you dare fucking say that’s me

five seconds into the intro cut scene: oh no he’s me

micah being on scene for any amount of time: i am dryer than the sahara rn.

i asked him to clarify. he paused. proceeded to refer to which characters made his pussy wet/dry for the rest of the evening. has never made this joke before.

thought abigail was the rat during guarma until seeing dutch muttering chess moves to himself. had decided dutch is very much unhinged and no longer trusts anything dutch says.

no idea who the rat is. does believe there's a rat. thought it was john until i said 'no try again'

bought a theatre ticket and missed most of the show admiring the foyer and guessing what sort of marble it was meant to imitate.

failed to steal the black arabian from the couple in saint denis and sulked because the red arabian is his fav.

spent an hour customizing arthur's outfit. (arthur is hideous pls send help)

spent an additional 20 minutes deciding on a hair style and going through every moustache option only to settle on day 2 stubble.

"i like bill. he might be homophobic and racist and dumb but - i don't know i just think he's neat"

(excitedly) OH I FOUND THE KKK QUICK HOW TO I THROW TNT AGAIN!!

(attempting to dismount a horse) "e for eject"

(getting a low honor dream after killing every single npc in strawberry for funsies) oh no oh no i do not like that how do we fix that

annoyed he can't actually listen to pearson's navy stories

[genderlesssinner]

Prepare yourself for more of my rambling bullshit

I apologize this is gonna be LONG as I just spew my thoughts while watching

Oh right Liliana is here I forgot this is where we left off OOF

The Weave Mind built the fortress, okay okay okay

Burrow Site?? Ah the dig to the cage

Oooh no he's using Liliana for the projection??

Oooo fae info dump

Are the Unseelie part of how Ludinus does the widespread projections? Or is he just rallying the troops

I am both stressed and love how eager Travis always is for things to go poorly

So much teleporting if they do this and going to the Fey is time fucky so that could be bad I hope they remember that and maybe Morri can still help with that?

Istg Travis. That die roll is gonna get Chet one day and no one is gonna believe it at first cause he fakes out so much

"we're not interesting enough for that" TAL

Part of me really hopes they turn the Sorrowlord fully against Ludinus but I also don't want that sombitch anywhere near Fearnie

Always walkin and talkin, or they would never get anywhere. Ever.

This meeting should be interesting.

WHO ARE THE OTHER DRAGONS MATTHEW?

I know my love, J'mon is one. Who are the other two.

Love having telepathic bond, hell yeah Imogen

GET IT LIL MAN dayum WHO IS HERE MATT AAAAA THE WHISPERSSSSS

Braius apologizing to Fearne is hilarious to me Fearne is the last one to be picky about relationship stuff yet he kissed Imogen and it it's fine lol

TALIESIN IS SO INTO THIS I love Taliesin's reactions to everything omg

"shut up baby I know it" LIAM LEMUR O'BRIEN

I have so many mixed feelings about all of this wow okay

Thank you for stopping them Matt

My boys? WHO DID YOUR HALFLING EYES SEE ORYM?

Oh no oh um is that papa Wyvernwind?? It iiisssss oh shiiiiiiitttt

Hoo boy, those are big ass golems

WHO IS THE SILVER DRAGON MATTIE

Oooh man I love these absolute chucklefucks

The beacons are lit

Cerkonos!! Fuck yeah. Ashari!

Vex is like fuck the politics we have to *stop* this

Everytime they say Sunder King it sounds SO FAMILIAR and I can't remember it's driving me bonkers

That is one hell of a name Matt

Oh SHIT the dragon Zone of Truthed the whole damn place ooooff

Oh shit Braius of of everyone being able to lie? That totally won't bite is in the ass WILL IT SAMUEL?

VOX MACHINA ASSEMBLE BITCHES

OH SHIT the fucking bright queen vouching for the mighty nein shiiiitttt if she only knew

Taliesin: happy wiggles

Oh poor kiki dealing with all these assholes on top of everything else

Dorian thank you oh my god I was sitting here like Ash pls I love you but this one time keep your opinions to yourself you beautiful dumbass

Oh no

Okay maybe it's okay that Braius can lie ...maybe

Many months = two whole days

A GUY WHO MAKES Chairs crying

"what's the Platinum Dragon's mother's name?" Hoo that throwback

Oh boy Sam is making something Canon rn

Interesting okayokayokay

Oh Ashton oh no

Oh. Okay. No I'm vibing with this though.

Fearne flashing the room would be hilarious

"quick spin the bottle" XD

Oohhhh showing them is uh an interesting choice right now with the uh exhaustion that comes after

Fuck shit I missed a bit because technical issues hell

Oohhhhhh hh my sweet bard boy

Robbie is such a wonderful story teller ugh

Orym blue screening over Dorian and his horsedragon, love him

Chet is gonna wolf out ain't he.

Tiny sexy breath 🤣🤣🤣

Aaand there it is. Ope he's not actually changing okay okay

OH SHIT TITLES OH MY FUCK AKXBSUHVG

I totally got distracted and missed something said but it's fine I'll watch again Monday

Chet

Oh

What

Where's papa Wyvernwind

Yeeeeeee

I forgot his name is Bronte

Yeah no tracks okay fuck.

Break time! More rambling fuckery in the second half yall

Go use the bathroom and get drinks and snacks

[ophthegoph]

my favorite part of the rescuing Jack mission is how you go through all the trouble and then you get him back and he's like "oh yeah they gave me slippers and fed me pasta and also this guy is my papa now 😀"

like they probably were like "uhm what do we do with this 7 year old?" and Angelo Bronte was like "....feed him? idk"

[qingqingwan]

‘Faced with the request of the Van der Linde Gang to return Little Jack, Papa Bronte's condition is...’

[pookiecowpoke]

ok I still don't know how to link posts, but qingqingwan posted awesome art yesterday of bronte and Arthur (it's in the Arthur Morgan tag) It made me think of your fic in the most hilarious and amazing way. So awesome, cute and funny at the same time 😂

OMG I just looked it up and I believe this is the pic you are referring to?

Now all I can imagine is Bronte daydreaming about this while Arthur rants about horses or art.

[janeeyreheresy]

The Cancelled Sister

All three Bronte sisters were talented writers. It's quite amazing there was so much talent in one family. Heck, even brother Branwell could have made something of himself if he hadn't been such a troublemaker, he wrote poetry and painted. Papa Patrick Bronte was a clergyman, of course, but he tried his hand at poetry himself. When they were little, the Bronte children played with wooden soldiers their father bought them, creating whole fictional worlds. The sisters first published a collection of poems, which was unsuccessful, yet they didn't give up. There is no need, there never was and never will be, to pit them against each other. Both is good, or in this case, all three is good. Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights, Emily's only novel, are the most famous Bronte works. But Anne is overlooked. She wrote two books: Agnes Grey, inspired by her experience of working as a governess and The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, a story of a woman who ran away from an abusive husband. I'm sure you agree with me that's an important topic.

But Charlotte fucking cancelled her. This is what she had to say about The Tenant of Wildfell Hall:

"For my part, I consider the subject unfortunately chosen – it was one the author was not qualified to handle at once vigorously and truthfully. The simple and natural – quiet description and simple pathos – are, I think Acton Bell's forte. I liked Agnes Grey better than the present work."

And you were qualified to write about someone with a mental illness?

Wildfell Hall it hardly appears to me desirable to preserve. The choice of subject in that work is a mistake, it was too little consonant with the character, tastes and ideas of the gentle, retiring inexperienced writer.

Can you get any more patronising?

Anne had as much experience as Charlotte. Both had at the time written two books, plus the poetry. 

Charlotte's gatekeeping makes no sense anyway--Anne didn't pull this story out of any part of her body. She wrote what she observed during her stint as a governess. Branwell had an affair with the lady of the house where she worked (she got him a job there as a tutor). A lot of Arthur Huntingdon's traits probably come from him.  

Wuthering Heights was pretty shocking too and Charlotte didn't stop its publication. 

Unfortunately as a result of Charlotte's decision, Anne to this day struggles to be recognised. If you're reading this, please give The Tenant of Wildfell Hall a go. Anne deserves to be as well known as Charlotte and Emily. Believe me--praising the youngest sibling means a lot coming from me (I'm the eldest daughter).

There is a certain detail Jane Eyre and The Tenant have in common. In both we have the heroine's love interest emotionally manipulating the heroine by showing affection to another woman. (No cute fake dating trope, I stress again.) Both feature the heroine running out of the drawing room. Except in The Tenant, this man is a villain--he's the abusive partner.

[talesofpassingtime]

‘Papa would make you sing out, if you attempted to get there,’ he answered. ‘He says I’m not to be soft with Catherine: she’s my wife, and it’s shameful that she should wish to leave me. He says she hates me and wants me to die, that she may have my money; but she shan’t have it: and she shan’t go home! She never shall! - she may cry, and be sick as much as she pleases!’

— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights 

[melenae]

love when kids speak in cryptic curses and unnerve the adults around them

[dutchieliciousplans]

Revenge Is A Best Dish Eaten

How nice of Dutch feeding the Gator an Italian Dish 😌👌

[kierandoofy]

i'd be so pissed if i was jack like yeah he got kidnapped, but imagine staying in a mansion and getting to eat a new food you love called spaghetti, getting baths every night and having your own room with toys n shit,,just to later get rescued and taken back to a derelict mansion in the middle of a fuckign swamp surrounded by alligators and pearson's cooking

[horror-lover123]

Books Violet Harmon would read.

-Nana by Ai Yazawa (the book she was reading in Halloween:pt one)

-She come undone by Wally lamb

-papa heming way by A.H Hotchner (I think that it's)

-saint maybe by Anna Tyler

-Big fish by daniel wallace

-The stranger Albert Camus

-sharp objects by Gillian Flynn

-Gorky park by Martin Cruz smith

-Wuthering heights by Emily bronte

-any true crime or ghost stories.

[neon-junkie]

Dutch: *is sobbing in his tent at Beaver Hollow*

Jack: Uncle Dutch? Papa Bronte once said to 'eat spaghetti to forgetti your regretti'

Dutch: ...

[handsometabbyc]

watching ‘To Walk Invisible: the Bronte Sisters’ with my mother, was a little surprised how pissed she got at Branwell Bronte ( granted I feel it was exacerbated by the fact we recently also saw Adam Negaitis in the Terror)

 ‘They should’ve let him got to debtor’s prison, so he wouldn’t have killed Emily Bronte with TB and she could’ve written more then just Wuthering Heights!’ she says, meanwhile Branwell spends the majority of the second half of the film in ye old sleepwear looking like he’s about to keel over.

sure, he’s inconsiderate, but in no way is he a monster. It’s more in a a ‘out of touch with reality’, depressed and self medicating with alcohol and Laudanum sort of inconsiderate.

And honestly how are you supposed to react as he’s yelling ‘Papa,  please I’m sorry, don’t let them take me away’, especially knowing someone like him would die so damn quick in Victorian prison?

...Yeah, there there bastard it’ll be alright

[nevaryadl]

Day 15 of the 31 Days of Apex: Stars cw: Wattson/Lifeline, wlw fluff, brief food mention

Wattson loved the stars.

Twinkling little lights in the skies that formed constellations that told stories of centuries past. She often loved sitting at her papa's hip and listening to him recount the constellations, their names and the stories that gave birth to them, She loved hearing those stories so much, staring up at the sky and thinking of the armored Spartans and the Greek philosophers that made those stories as they stared up at the sky just like her. Even now, with papa gone, she still liked to look up at the sky and think of herself looking up at that night sky and wondering about those ancient people that did the same and the modern people doing the same as she was. Admiring the beauty of the night sky, looking for the constellations, just... enjoying life.

Looking up at the sky with Ajay was a kind of special that she held near and dear to her heart.

They laid out in the grass, staring up at the night sky. No need for gear for date night, so she was in some comfy overalls, t-shirt and some comfy boots. Ajay was wearing a cute crop top and high rise shorts with thigh high socks and comfy shoes. Her hair loose from her usual buns and just generally very cute, though Ajay was always cute, but right now she was super cute. She was laying next to her, looking up at the night sky. The sky and stars were in her eyes, reflecting back the brilliant night sky. Natalie would have loved to stare at her eyes to see the stars, but Ajay was asking about constellations and she could hardly point at Ajay's eyes to show her. So she pointed above, tracing the rough shapes that the constellations made and told Ajay their stories.

The mystified look on Ajay's face was wonderful to witness. She looked like Natalie felt when she stared up at the night skies. Like she was thinking of armored Spartans and Greek scholars making these names as they stared up at the sky and put names these cluster of stars and made their stories to share with the many generations to follow. Like she was thinking of how many other people were looking up at the stars and marveling at their beauty too. It tickled Natalie that someone saw the same thing that she did. Not many people could because she was autistic and just... she thought different, but it was nice to see that even for a moment that someone else could see the stars like she could.

"What's ya favorite, lightning bug?" Ajay asked.

"Hmm... can I say you?" Natalie asked.

"Ha! Ya can and ya can make me blush, but how about those stars, yeah?" Ajay giggled.

"Hmm... Pegasus," Natalie said, reaching out to trace the shape of the box in the sky and imagining the great winged horse, as though she could touch it. She knew she could not, but papa always told her to keep some whimsy in her life, so she kept this. "A hose that can fly, how wonderful. And the horse that helped Perseus, Bellerophon, Zeus, Astrape and Bronte. I just think... a horse that could fly would be romantic, non?"

Ajay looked mystified again, so Natalie told her the story of Pegasus because she knew it by heart because it was always her favorite story that her papa told her when she at on his knee and held onto his every word. Natalie told Ajay how the horse leapt from Medusa's severed head and carried Perseus, how would later carry Bellerophon towards Olympus only to lose him and continue on to carry Zeus' thunderbolts and his shieldmaidens Astrape and Bronte into battle. How he was later honored for his service to the king of the Greek gods and turned into the constellation, forever flying across the night sky on wings of starlight. How dreamy...

They laid on the grass for some time, feeling the coolness of the sky lay like a heavy blanket on them and the coolness of the earth underneath of them, cradling them as Natalie spoke with eager enthusiasm. Natalie ran through all the constellations that she knew, all the stories that she knew, looking over at Ajay's face lit up by the stars in the night sky and making her all the more beautiful. Natalie really would have rather gazed into her eyes to admire the stars than the night sky, even if eye contact was still a little hard for her. She just... really liked Ajay and thought she was really beautiful and just... her. Starlight given form.

"Gettin' kinda cold, let's start headin' home," Ajay said, sitting up.

"Can we do this again?" Natalie asked, maybe a little quickly, because.

"Of course, lightning bug," Ajay smiled sweetly at her and making her heart sputter.

They held hands. Touch was still a little too much for her, but she liked holding hands with Ajay. Her hands were on the dry side from scrubbing them clean from her work, so they were easier to touch and she really wanted to work on her touch sensitivity with Ajay and Ajay was so kind and understanding and helping her work up to more and more physical contact. Ajay was really sweet and she was really glad that they were dating.

"Ooh, that place that has the hot drinks is on the way, wanna grab somethin'?" Ajay asked as they walked back home.

"Yes please."

Ajay wanted a caffeine free tea to warm her belly, with some sweetness. She wanted a hot chocolate because it sounded sweet and would keep her belly warm. They sipped their drinks as they made their way home, still holding hands.

"I'm really glad you took me out to star watch tonight, lightning bug," Ajay said as they walked, very gently squeezing her hand.

"I'm glad you listened to be prattle on..."

"Hush now," Ajay gently said. "I loved every second."

Natalie smiled and gently squeezed her girlfriend's hand back as they walked back home, still lit up by starlight.

[janeeyreheresy]

Reunited

Jane gets off the chaise a mile from her destination, opting to cover the rest of her journey on foot. Ferndean Manor is a manor-house that Papa Roch bought for the sake of hunting, but could never find a tenant to let it out to due to its dreary location. Jane enters the grounds, but all she can see is trees and the path stretches on forever. At last the house appears in front of her and it is indeed, as the innkeeper put it, a desolate spot. She wonders if life can be there.

Apparently it can--a door opens.

It opened slowly: a figure came out into the twilight and stood on the step; a man without a hat: he stretched forth his hand as if to feel whether it rained. Dusk as it was, I had recognised him—it was my master, Edward Fairfax Rochester, and no other.

And here was I, getting excited it would be someone more interesting. A strong, silent hermit, in touch with nature, a closer kin to the woods than to people, his horse is his only companion, he shuns the society for the hurt they caused him and his loved ones. 

It seems I wandered into a different fantasy.

She notes his appearance is not changed much (for once she doesn't mention his ugliness) but he's looking all hurt and broken. But check this out:

His form was of the same strong and stalwart contour as ever: his port was still erect, his hair was still raven black; nor were his features altered or sunk: not in one year’s space, by any sorrow, could his athletic strength be quelled or his vigorous prime blighted. 

So there is still a lot she likes about the way he looks. It's only his face that's ugly. She likes his general physique. The way she's been going on for the whole book, claiming the moral high ground for not caring about a man's exterior, when she does actually find some of his features attractive. Because that's normal, because she's a human being, like the rest of us. I would have more time for her had she not felt so superior about herself. 

Rochester goes back in. Jane approaches the door and knocks. Mary (John's wife, who used to be a cook at Thornfield, I know y'all getting confused about all the different Marys) opens and gets the fright of her life. Jane arranges with Mary a stay for the night and asks Mary to tell Rochester there's someone to see him when his bell rings. Mary comes back with a message saying Rochester demands to know the name and the business. Mary fills up a glass with water and places it on a tray with some candles; she explains that's how he wants it.

"he always has candles brought in at dark, though he is blind.”

Okay, but why? His house LITERALLY FUCKING BURNED DOWN. He is blind, he could easily knock a candle down by accident! Look, I don't give a fuck, he can scorch himself as far as I'm concerned, but he's not there alone, John and Mary are there and he could put them in danger. He won't be able to play the hero and rescue them if a fire breaks out this time, he can't fucking see!

Jane takes the tray from Mary and carries it to Rochester herself, because of course she cannot think of any other way to come to him other than serving him. 

She brings him the tray, surprising him with her presence, puts the tray down, hands him the glass, pats him on the shoulder and says: "Goodbye, Eddie. Enjoy your miserable existence." And off she goes to live a fabulous life.

Just kidding. That is not what happens. The lovers are re-united is what happens.

Nope. She still calls him "sir" and directly addresses him as "my master". 

You and me, Padme, both.

Charlotte Bronte insisted these two had to be together. Okay. It's her book. I just think it would be a million times more romantic if Jane's first words were: "My dear Edward. I am back and I am here to stay." She doesn't work for him anymore, he's not her master, he's not a master in the Mr Miyagi sense, and although she is somewhat lower than him in society hierarchy, she has her own money now and he is more or less a broken man with whom the gentry doesn't want to associate with anymore. There is no need to call him "sir" again, ever. 

So you wonder, what is the first thing she tells him, once he gets over the shock of her being there in the flesh, when he feared she was dead in some ditch? Does she perhaps say something along the lines of "hey, I heard you're widowed now, so what's up with that wedding?" or "so Thornfield burned down, eh? couldn't deal without me being there to throw water on it, tsk tsk". Or "isn't that just so CONVENIENT that your INCONVENIENT wife KILLED HERSELF?" (And Usain Bolt it out of there.)

What does Jane say to a man who has already married one woman for her money?

Jane: "I am an independent woman now.”

Rochester: “Independent! What do you mean, Jane?”

Jane: “My uncle in Madeira is dead, and he left me five thousand pounds.”

Rochester's reaction:

“Ah! this is practical—this is real!”

It is practical. He's not lying. 

Jane:

"I will be your neighbour, your nurse, your housekeeper. I find you lonely: I will be your companion—to read to you, to walk with you, to sit with you, to wait on you, to be eyes and hands to you. Cease to look so melancholy, my dear master; you shall not be left desolate, so long as I live.”

That's the fifth time she has used "my master" since she started on her journey back to him. Second time she called him so directly.

A nurse or a purse, or why not both, Jane, eh?