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Stop. Stop this now. You, sir, are a menace
Ok. This is now how I’ll imagine JB in all the Modern AU fan fiction out there.
Best BC picture EVER.
::thud::
Back on my little screen Sunday night!
Nicked the quote, seen it floating around on Tumblr ;-)
MrsJohnBates is probably tired of me reblogging all her Brendan Coyle goodness by now.
(Source: wanderingfalsenostalgias)
But I’m mostly a reblogger. :-)
(Source: lastnightatkennethsparty)
A little Evacuee, and her doll, waiting to be transported from a blitz rattle London to what her parents hope will be a safe haven, the English Countryside
May 1940
This makes me weep.
I hope she and her parents survived. What a sweet little thing.
LOOK AT ALL THE HAPPY!
He hasn’t been accused of anything or lost his tools or acting tortured or brooding in any way. WHAT’S THAT LIKE??
Two boys on a tricycle (1904-1918) by pellethepoet on Flickr.
BATES: I’ve lived in such a fog of misery since I left you, I think I’ve forgotten what happiness is.
[Another classic example of the Bates maneuver. He chose that spot because he knew she’d eventually have to go through that door, giving him the opportunity to both be a gentleman, opening said door, and to talk to her. He then tried to look casual while he thought about what he’d say, selecting his words so as to have something beautiful to tell her. I mean, I know Mr. Bates is a poetic soul but… “fog of misery”? As much as I love it and think it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever said to her, I also know nobody talks (or talked) like that. - And I swear I thought he’d kiss her right then and there.]
Love this comment, but I disagree about “fog of misery” — that’s a perfectly reasonable phrase for the time, even now, especially for someone who is as careful about words as Bates is.
as Francie, I Could Read the Sky, 1999
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