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youcantkillcool:

allonsymiddleearth:

brennanat:

You know how people buy drinks for girls in bars? Why can’t people do that in book stores? Like if I’m looking at a novel in Barnes and Noble and some person walks up to me and strikes up a conversation and offers to buy the book for me there is a lot better chance of that working out in their favor

I’m going to reblog this until it’s a cultural norm.

Worth reblogging 

Heck I’d practically marry the guy!

How can you not love research Victorian history?!  Because this was a thing at some point!

How can you not love research Victorian history?!  Because this was a thing at some point!

Summer vacation:

whatshouldwecallme:

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castielsconsultingdetective:

hunters-in-the-sherlocked-tardis:

baggins-shire:

thatsnotwatyourmomsaid:

rory-odair:

mymissus:

petrichorlove:

gondor-calls-for-aid:

He’s like “OH, YEAH!” I enjoy beatings!

That moment when movie Harry was EXACTLY like book Harry

#you mean the only time

but ‘sassy potter’ is like the password we can use to find out who’s actually a fan and who just saw the movies

Or we can all be fans together regardless or whether we’ve read the books or not

yes that let’s do that

LOOK A FANDOM IS GETTING ALONG *TAKES PICTURE*

(Source: bloodtraitor)

Eternally bound by friendship and love.

(Source: peregrint)

gothiccharmschool:

fire-dad:

howitzerliterarysociety:

Dude

genius.

Huh. That is surprisingly useful advice.

gothiccharmschool:

fire-dad:

howitzerliterarysociety:

Dude

genius.

Huh. That is surprisingly useful advice.

(Source: poetryl-inque-llkelly)

The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.
Jane Austen

(Source: misselizabethbennets)

Top Hat Society: Snippet 
By: E. M. Peterson
When they arrived at her gravestone, Lucy found herself in shock.  There, huddled around the grey marble, were dozens of Top Hats from the Society.  Her brothers looked just as surprised but they also quite grateful.  This time, when her brothers took the coffin back onto their shoulders, they did not argue when a number of Top Hats went to aid them.  Lucy’s eyes began to shake as tears fell onto the snowy ground.  This was what it meant to live as a Top Hat.  This was a Society of brothers.  Lucy’s eyes looked among the solemn new-comers.  Lewis, “The Weasel”, Marley, Winston, and even her duel master Vaan had showed up.   There were many faces she didn’t know but some Sebastian and Andrew clearly knew.  And yet, she still couldn’t find his face.  In the sea of Top Hats, her father still hadn’t shown up.
The priest began and Lucy found herself crying not for herself, but for her mother.  It wasn’t fair that the man she had loved couldn’t show up even for a minute.  
"Would anyone like some parting words?" the priest questioned the crowd.  
Not a word was said as the wind whistled between each person.  But then Lucy heard it.

"I will love you to my dying day.  Forgive me, my Stella."
© E.M. Peterson
Email: exlibris9@gmail.com  

Top Hat Society: Snippet 

By: E. M. Peterson

When they arrived at her gravestone, Lucy found herself in shock.  There, huddled around the grey marble, were dozens of Top Hats from the Society.  Her brothers looked just as surprised but they also quite grateful.  This time, when her brothers took the coffin back onto their shoulders, they did not argue when a number of Top Hats went to aid them.  Lucy’s eyes began to shake as tears fell onto the snowy ground.  This was what it meant to live as a Top Hat.  This was a Society of brothers.  Lucy’s eyes looked among the solemn new-comers.  Lewis, “The Weasel”, Marley, Winston, and even her duel master Vaan had showed up.   There were many faces she didn’t know but some Sebastian and Andrew clearly knew.  And yet, she still couldn’t find his face.  In the sea of Top Hats, her father still hadn’t shown up.

The priest began and Lucy found herself crying not for herself, but for her mother.  It wasn’t fair that the man she had loved couldn’t show up even for a minute. 

"Would anyone like some parting words?" the priest questioned the crowd. 

Not a word was said as the wind whistled between each person.  But then Lucy heard it.

"I will love you to my dying day.  Forgive me, my Stella."

© E.M. Peterson

Email: exlibris9@gmail.com  

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