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rest in fucking pieces, mr. darcy

paintedtapestry THIS SCENE

#imagine being a woman reading this for the first time and throwing her bonnet on#racing as fast as she can down the street to pound on her friend’s door#WHAT PAGE ARE YOU ON DEAR HELEN#NEVERMIND I SHALL SIT WITH YOU UNTIL YOU REACH IT#IT IS MOST DIVERTING (via buckyonthelam)

Well, I didn’t see THAT coming.

Still one of my favorite things on the internet. 

get him

SLAAAAAY

I’M HOLLERING!

Of course I’m reblogging this again.

This is a thing of beautiful, that got even more beautiful. 

Me, an Georgian era woman, reads this at 10pm, jumps out of bed in my nightdress (no robe no shoes no nothing) steals one of my father’s horses, rides 2 miles down the road to my friend Helen’s house, and bangs on the door.

“HELEN, PRAY WAKE YO ASS UP FOR WHAT I HAVE TO RELAY TO YOU CANNOT WAIT UNTIL THE MORNING! ELIZABETH BENNET HAS JUST SAVAGELY FUCKING SLAIN MR.DARCY AND I SHALL CEASE LIVING IF YOU DO NOT READ THE PASSAGE THIS INSTANT!”

Helen’s parents wake up in a panic and come to the door, the only thing they were able to discern from my shouting was that someone had been killed. They begin to call their servants to fetch a constable until I tell them it is only the latest work of fiction from an Anonymous romantic novelist. They slam the door in my face just as Helen is coming down the stairs screaming, “WHAT PAGE?!?!”

I see Helen the next day in town. She found the page and thoroughly enjoyed reading about the Cold Justice that was served to Mr. Darcy, but also informed me that I had been disinvited from dinners at her family’s estate for the next month.