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nasty-bog-boy · 1 month
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theres just something so deeply tender about the relationship between Emma Woodhouse and her father. like Jane Austen really broke out the big guns to depict such a tender, sensitive relationship between a father and a daughter without losing the flaws of the characters or making something unbearably sweet.
when Jane Austen decided to write Emma one of her main goals was to create an unlikeable heroine and honestly? she does do a pretty good job of that. Emma does behave poorly throughout the novel, turning people into her little playthings, letting her insecurities dictate her behaviour and of course the infamous Miss Bates insult.
but through her love of her father Emma never becomes someone we stop rooting for. Jane Austen shows how Emma isnt some irredeemable, selfish person. shes lonely and misguided but shes also full of love and care for the person who depends on her competely.
shes never seen the sea! she declares she will never marry because she cant leave him! she trys to reject Mr Knightley because she wont even move to the estate next door without her father!
and she never resents him!
Emma loves and cares for her Father, she might laugh at some of his quirks and hurt others feeling but she never wishes to leave him just to make her life easier. i think it shows Jane Austen at her most tender and kind, even in trying to create a flawed heroine who can act in a genuinely unpleasant way towards others Austen also creates one of the most heart-warming parent/child relationships in all of her books.
idk i can never truly dislike Emma Woodhouse because we see so clearly how she is not a bad person at heart. she makes mistakes and she regrets them and she puts her fathers happiness above her own always! she means a lot to me!
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leiawritesstories · 2 years
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Literally in ANY of your AUs, can you make Aelin try to bake these lighthouse-shaped cookies and fail miserably??? Thank you dear 😍
Picture for reference lmao
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EMMA OH MY GOD I'M WHEEZING I LOVE THIS SO SO SO SO SO MUCH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
here have some college AU that I wrote real fast
Word count: ~900
Warnings: language, lots and lots of suggestive jokes
Enjoy!
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"Look what I found!" Aelin crowed, bursting through the door of her and Elide's apartment with a triumphant grin on her face and a small paper bag in her hand.
Elide glanced up from her comfortable position on the couch. "A...a paper bag, Ae?"
"Bitch," Aelin snorted. "Look!" She withdrew a silver cookie cutter from the bag, holding it out to her friend. "Found it at the street fair and it was only $1.50!"
"Damn," Elide whistled, taking the cookie cutter to admire it. "This is nice, Ae!"
"It's perfect," the blonde gushed, already planning just how she'd decorate the cookies. "'Cause the party is pirate themed and all--gods, I'm gonna have so much fun with this!" Hardly waiting for Elide's reply, she waltzed into the kitchen and got out her ingredients, not wanting to waste any time.
Their friend group had been planning this Halloween party for weeks now, having finally settled on "pirates" as the theme to placate both the guys who refused to dress as anything wimpy and the girls who wanted to, well, catch some attention. Aelin herself could barely contain her glee; she'd hidden her rather scanty pirate queen outfit far in the back of her closet, not needing Rowan to discover it before she was ready to stun him speechless.
And since she had a fondness for baking, Aelin had agreed to make some cookies. She let Lysandra, Fenrys, and Aedion be in charge of most of the food, though, because they were better at that kind of thing. Or, more specifically, Fenrys was better at making the punch.
She couldn't contain her grin as she rolled out the sugar cookie dough and carefully cut the lighthouse shapes, lining them up neatly on the tray and sliding them into the oven. She cut another batch and then made some ships and skulls for fun. A little variety never hurt.
Beep!
The obnoxious oven timer went off, prompting her to grumble. That was one of the only downsides of this apartment, the loud-ass timer on the oven and stove. Like a damn fire alarm, it was.
Grinning widely, Aelin slipped her oven mitt onto her hand, opened the oven, and took out the freshly baked, delicious-smelling cookies.
And shrieked.
Elide sprinted into the kitchen. "Shit, girl, did you burn something?!"
Aelin's jaw hung open, her eyes fixed on the pan of lighthouse cookies.
Well, at least, they were supposed to be lighthouse cookies.
"What the hell?!" she yelped, plopping the tray atop the stovetop and gaping in shock and horror. "I can't serve...these!!"
Elide pressed her lips tightly together, willing herself to keep from doubling over in laughter. Despite her efforts, though, a tiny sort escaped her.
Aelin whipped her gaze to her roommate, mingled horror and wrath flashing across her face. "Ells," she pleaded.
Elide contained herself. "Ae, darling," she began, slowly, trying to maintain her control over her merriment, "are you sure those are lighthouses?"
"YES!" Aelin shrieked, desperate, shoving down the humor of the cookies' appearance as she tried to stay mad that they'd utterly failed her expectations.
The brunette loosed a snicker. "Hon, no amount of decorating can make those look any less like dicks."
"Shut up!" Aelin squawked, flushing bright red. "I didn't--"
"But that's what happened." Elide patted Aelin's shoulder, suppressing the laughter in her dark eyes. "It's okay, Ae, the dicks come when you least expect them."
Silence in the kitchen.
Then both Aelin and Elide burst into peals of laughter, the utter failure of the lighthouse cookie cutter overshadowed by the complete hilarity of the situation.
"Gods above," Aelin wheezed, wiping tears from her eyes, "I love you, Ells."
"Love ya more," Elide giggled, sinking down to the floor in helpless mirth.
Aelin grabbed the pan of cookies, scanning the various phallic shapes. A wicked grin slid across her face as she grabbed the spatula and slid one of them off the pan, displaying the stubby shape to her still-cackling roommate. "Look! It's Chaol!"
"AE!" Elide gasped, clutching her stomach as her laughter refreshed itself. "Fucking gods, girl!"
Tears leaked from Aelin's eyes as she cackled, "accidentally" dropping the cookie onto the floor so it crumbled. "Oops!"
"So fragile," Elide giggled, swiping the spatula from Aelin and lifting another cookie, this one much larger than the unfortunate previous one. "Hullo, Lorcan."
"ELIDE!" Aelin yelped, covering her eyes. "NO!" It was her turn to wheeze, trying and failing to look away from the way Elide lifted the cookie to her lips and, winking wickedly, flicked her tongue around the top. "Rutting gods, no!"
"Serves you right," Elide crooned. "These walls aren't that thick, y'know."
"Tell that to your boyfriend," Aelin snickered, lifting the biggest, fattest cookie off the tray. "Whitethorn junior, looking good."
"Gods save me," Elide groaned dramatically, giggling as she watched Aelin wickedly settle the cookie in her fist and nibble at the base. "I don't need to know all your kinks!"
"Too bad we live together," Aelin giggled.
Elide snorted. "Fair enough." She looked once again to the tray of unmistakably phallic cookies. "So..."
Needless to say, Aelin's "lighthouse" cookies were the very tip-top highlight of the Halloween party.
Aside from her corset, of course. And the fake dagger strapped to her thigh.
Who would have known Rowan was that attracted to dangerous women?
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transgalvantula · 1 year
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i think this is the first thing she's said to me all day
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ericeffiorg · 11 months
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Ncuti Gatwa and Emma Mackey attend the European premiere of 'BARBIE' in London, July 12th, 2023
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sanrio x sega toys ⭐️ beatcats 🩷💜🩵💚💛
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earlgodwin · 2 months
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"[Viserys] knew the realm would never accept a Queen... …Rhaenyra's supporters will believe what they wish." ❈ EMMA D'ARCY as RHAENYRA TARGARYEN ❈ HOUSE OF THE DRAGON, SEASON 2
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tabooiart · 3 months
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hey girl your boyfriend is leaking blue goo everywhere. yeah okay just wanted to make sure you knew.
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From "you're Henry's birth mother?" to "she'll always be Madam Mayor to me." they found each other over and over again, in every realm, in every situation.
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they are the embodiment of true love and I don't care about what anyone else says
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bloodfreak-boyking · 4 months
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how to look at your brother in a platonic and god-honoring way
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introspectivememories · 3 months
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too many of you guys think nico is the loser and not lewis for letting the divorce go on for so long. like they're both losers about each other. emotionally constipated idiots who can't talk about their toxic homoerotic friendship that imploded on itself like 8 years ago and are now making it everyone else's problem. yeah nico's on television or in beer gardens talking about lewis all the time but like every other month some reporter is like "lewis, what's your favorite moment in your career?" and lewis no hesitation is like "oh man, karting, y'know? everything was simpler then" and then spends another six months skirting around nico's name. like this whole thing they're doing in the media isn't some kinda extended foreplay for them. they're both still pressing on the bruise to make sure it's still there!!! every few months, they're literally just asking on public television, does it still hurt for you like it does for me? and like clockwork, someone will release new information about them or one of them will say something about each other (in my heart, he's still my best friend/yes... and teammate) and the answer will remain the same, yes, of course, always.
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leiawritesstories · 1 year
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Okay I need cowboy Rowan or cowgirl Aelin, and some holiday spirit, because we all know they will be in each others naughty list 👀😈
this is...um...actually, I give no explanation. I'm not sorry.
word count: 600
warnings: innuendo, language, smuttiness, and you cringing so hard you feel your spine shrink
enjoy ;)
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She'd been hiding the lingerie set for too long.
Last January, when all the Christmas-themed merchandise went on sale after the holidays, Aelin had been browsing at the lingerie store when she'd happened across a set that was too good of a price to resist. She'd snatched it, tried it on, found that it fit perfectly, and just couldn't resist buying it.
Maybe someday, she thought, she could use it as a little surprise for her favorite cowboy.
Well, someday was today.
And she was beyond ready.
She knew Rowan had been working extra hard these last few weeks, getting the property ready for winter, and she knew how tiring his work was. Day after day, he came home dripping with sweat, barely stopping to give her a kiss before showering mechanically and collapsing into bed, too tired to do much more than star in her increasingly dirty fantasies.
Her cowboy worked so hard, and she'd never been able to properly show him how much she appreciated that.
So Aelin massaged lotion into her skin, misted herself with her favorite perfume, spent a good two hours curling her hair and doing her makeup, and got dressed in the skimpy, barely-there, bright red lingerie set. Really, it could barely even be called lingerie--the lacy, strappy bra barely even covered her nipples, and the tiny little string panties exposed so much that she honestly considered forgoing them. She took a long, leisurely look at herself in the mirror, deciding to keep the set on.
And add cowboy boots and Rowan's hat.
Perfect.
Her smirk growing with each passing minute, Aelin strolled out into the living room and settled herself comfortable on the couch facing the door, propping herself up on her arms and the cushions, her back leg propped up as if she'd just carelessly sprawled onto her back on the couch. Wearing nothing but a bright red bra and panties set edged with white faux fur in imitation of a Santa costume. And boots. And Rowan's hat.
Her cowboy was going to go absolutely mad.
And she was going to give him every warm, wet, and willing thing he craved.
She only had to wait a few minutes before the door creaked and swung open and Rowan entered, sighing heavily. "Hey, darlin'--fuck!"
"Like what you see, cowboy?"
Wordlessly, Rowan stalked over to the sofa, his eyes going dark with hunger. "This all for me, darlin'?" His thick cowboy accent poured over her sweet, exposed body like water.
"I give it all willingly," Aelin smirked, bending her raised knee even further to expose what she was--or wasn't--wearing.
"Such a sweet little thing," he purred, shoving his jeans to the floor, his shirt yanked over his head and discarded somewhere off to the side.
"And wet for you, too."
Rowan growled something incomprehensible and splayed his hands on her skin, dragging his palms possessively downwards. He smirked darkly when he reached her sex, swiping his fingers through the warm wetness pooled there. "Someone's having fun, hmm?"
Aelin could only moan as Rowan attached his lips to her neck, sucking a purple mark into the delicate skin, and plunged two fingers into her dripping center, making her hips jerk into his wicked touch. "Fuck!" she gasped, almost beyond coherent thought.
"Something you wanna say, love?" He smirked against her neck.
She groaned. "Buck me, cowboy."
The low, rumbling growl he loosed at that was enough to make her very, very certain that he was going to take all of her, every warm, wet, willing inch.
And she was going to take it.
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@backtobl4ck @thegreyj you're very, very welcome.
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soybean-official · 5 months
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The parts of you that support me
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saintsebastiensbf · 2 years
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Jane Austen, Emma
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Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf
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Hozier, Shrike
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Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility
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“What I feel for you can’t be conveyed in phrasal combinations; It either screams out loud or stays painfully silent but I promise — it beats words. It beats worlds.”
Katherine Mansfield
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sentientsky · 6 months
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good omens fanartists, i love u most ardently. good omens fic writers, i would commit arson for you. good omens shitposters, i cherish and adore u. good omens angst meta-analyzers,,,my therapist knows your names
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cirkkaa · 6 months
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my roman empire
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ken-branagh · 6 months
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BEATRICE & BENEDICK MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING (1993), dir. Kenneth Branagh
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