it is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife

Houses as Book Openings

Gryffindor: “All this happened, more or less.” - Slaughterhouse-Five, Kurt Vonnegut

Ravenclaw: “It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.” - Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen

Slytherin: “Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” - Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy

Hufflepuff: “In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.” - The Hobbit, J.R.R. Tolkien

Eyes Wide Open~ Warren Worthington x Reader

Originally posted by spernoodles

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Pairing: Warren Worthington x fem!reader

Warnings: Slight language

Requested by anon


When Charles had first asked you to tutor Warren you laughed in his face. Warren had screamed at you the first time you met. He had been in pain with his new wings. He had screamed and sworn at you. But now he needed your help. And you were expected to just give it up willingly because you were a nice person. So here you were. In the library. With Warren.

“Okay so in English we are doing that book report on Pride and Prejudice. How far are you in the book?”

“Didn’t start it,” Warren grumbled, kicking his feet up onto the table.

“Okay then,” you muttered through gritted teeth, “I guess we are going to have to start at the very beginning.”

Warren let out a huff of air and crossed his arms angrily. The two of you glared at each other, refusing to break eye contact. You gestured at the book, eyes not leaving his hazel ones. Warren put his feet back onto the floor and flipped through the pages. You reached out and grabbed the book. Flipping to the first chapter, you pushed it back to him giving him an another gestured to start reading. The look on Warren’s face was one you had never seen before. It was shame. You just watched his mouth form the start of some words. Except he didn’t say anything. Finally he just shut the book, throwing it across the table.

“Warren?” You prodded.

“I can’t read, okay!? I was in the fighting ring too long! I’m too fucking stupid for this stuff. If you want to make fun of me go right ahead. I don’t give a fuck!”

“Warren it’s oka—“

“It’s not fucking okay, Y/N! I will never be smart enough for this stuff! I’m not smart enough for it!”

The silence that followed filled the room, choking out any words of comfort you could think of. You couldn’t even meet his eyes because the rage and shame behind them burned into you. All you did was reach your hand over to his, squeezing lightly. When you looked over at him his eyes were closed tight. There was one tear that had escaped for half a second before he wiped it away quickly.

“Warren, I’m not going to make fun of you. I’m here to help you. So let’s get started,” you whispered.

You scooted your chair closer to him and opened the book again. You took a deep breath and started to read out loud.

“It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.”

You followed along with your finger but Warren wasn’t looking at the book. He was staring at you with eyes wide open.

wonwoo; days in the sun

Originally posted by visual-17

part 1/? of svt!disney au inspired by this thread

feat. beast!Wonwoo x bibliophile!reader (FINALLY WROTE A WONWOO!!)

genre: beauty and the beast au, fluff/romance, slight flangst

word count: 2123

Snow dipped between the crevices of the hand-painted French windowpane, thousands of scintillating diamonds icing against the frosted glass. The snowflakes further out melted instantaneously upon meeting the cobblestone of the castle. She briefly wondered how exactly warm this castle was from the inside, considering from the outside the tower much resembled a memento mori in their iota of a desolate kingdom.

Her nails dragged away with a subconscious slowness from the glass as she backed away from the window, turning her head to her sleeping patient.

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January 28th 1813: Pride and Prejudice published

On this day in 1813, British author Jane Austen published her novel Pride and Prejudice. Austen, born in Hampshire in 1775, began writing as a teenager. Her brother Henry encouraged her writing talent, and helped negotiate with a publisher to ensure her work would be shared with the public. Jane Austen’s first novel, Sense and Sensibility, was published in 1811. Pride and Prejudice appeared three years later to critical praise, which was particularly important to Austen as she called this novel her ‘own darling child’. Pride and Prejudice tells the story of Elizabeth Bennet, and her relationship with Mr. Darcy. Elizabeth’s father wants her to marry a wealthy man, but the novel focuses on marrying for love rather than due to social pressures. Austen’s later works include Mansfield Park and Emma, solidifying her status as one of Britain’s most prolific and well-loved writers. However, Austen published her work anonymously, so she was not a household name during her lifetime. Jane Austen died in 1817, two hundred years ago, aged 41. She left two novels - Persuasion and Northanger Abbey - which were published posthumously. Jane Austen’s novels are still enjoyed today for their witty insight into social mores in eighteenth century England.

“It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife”

(note: this is the part 1 of the pnp au. this is part ? of the au) 

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a fortune must be in want of a wife. Or so Lardo’s mother tried to impress on her for years. When Lardo heard it at five years of age, she thought it was stupidly sexist. When she heard it as she was going through Samwell, she thought it was stupidly heteronormative. But repetitions stick in your head, and sometimes Lardo would catch herself staring at a man wondering whether or not her mother would approve of him as her son in law.

Her mother would definitely approve of Bitty as her son in law, Lardo thought, as she hung up his portrait on the wall of the art gallery. It was one of her more distinctive paintings; she usually preferred the surrealist style, but she was feeling restless that day and made Bitty pause in the middle of chopping apples and pose for half an hour in order to do a quick sketch of his lithe figure. That quick sketch became a quick watercolor, and when she bought new oil paints and had some canvas left over from one of her bigger pieces, she christened those paints with Bitty’s profile. It wasn’t meant to be part of the exhibit, but when the curator saw the piece in the corner of all her other works, he had insisted she include it.

“Eric is a good man,” her mother had said. “He’s the kind that won’t mind marrying a headstrong girl like you.”

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Masterlist

LIN MANUEL MIRANDA

Forget Me Not- “How do you say “fuck you” in flowers

What You Want- You keep trying to set him up, and along the way, you realize you’re in love with him.

Experimental Success- “Is there a special reason as to why you’re wearing my shirt?” (Smut)

I Can’t Help Falling in Love- It began, as many things do, with a tweet. / Wanting and Receiving- Also known as the five times he almost kissed you, and the one time he did.

He Loves Me- Your friends wont stop trying to set you up, and really, what’s a girl to do?

A Man of Good Fortune- It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. You are certain, however, that Mr. Miranda has no such intentions. Part One Part Two


EVAN HANSEN

The Space Between Us- When Evan calls, you haven’t got a clue what he could want. The answer, it would seem, is you. (Smut)

Unlikely Pair- “My budget is five dollars, what are your recommendations?” Evan pops into pottery barn looking for a gift. What he finds is something more.