This is the George Wickham I know. Well, I know him on a much more intimate level. But I am quite bound to boring rules of propriety. 

divinethedivine:

askmrtilney:

divinethedivine:

askmrtilney:

divinethedivine:

I feel like Tils is constantly thinking about what I say with the upper right corner words as his private thoughts — kept silent of course. As a gentleman, naturally.

My dear Miss Divine, I should happily be expelled from polite society, if I were to retain your company.

Do I have your word, sir?

Of course!  Unlike some, I never break a promise.

I believe this might be directed at a absent member of this little community, said to be off on his own, walking the streets at night in Manchester, while his wife is left at home without company or an occupation. Can you imagine another?

Oh la! You know nothing, Mr. Tilney.

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fuckyeahdarcyandelizabeth:

When it comes to boys, I mostly just stalk them.

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FUCK, MARRY, KILL. SEND ME 3 NAMES

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10ysson:

I wish this was less true. BUT IT’S ALL TRUE.

reblogging myself because l o l

barelysuppressedfirth:

barelysuppressedfirth:

tally ho, wife!