“I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of any thing than of a book! – When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.”

anonymous asked:

p&p fanfiction pet peeve: when the Bennett sisters are the four hottest women anywhere in the world and Mary. People take offhand "local beauty" comments way to an extreme

I remember yelling out loud when the Prince Regent started giving Elizabeth the eye in Mr. Darcy Takes a Wife. …dude had a fancy for chubby older women. But then E V E R Y O N E wants to bang Elizabeth in that one. Also in that same universe everyone treating Jane like she ain’t shit and I’m like exCUSE me Lizzy would be the first person to circulate at any social event telling everyone how amazing and obviously beautiful her big sister is.

Reach and Flexibility Chapter 2

[[Summary: In which Lizzie and Liara discuss Mr. Kryik, who comes by the house to make a startling statement. An invitation is presented.As always, apologies to Jane Austen. Please let me know what you think of this chapter! Your comments keep me going. AO3]]

Within a short walk of the family home (named Longbourn, after the relative that had so generously financed the Shepards to purchase the piece of land and the colony charter) lived an asari family with whom the Shepards were particularly intimate. They were unconventional, as most asari families were, yet Hannah Shepard found them to be good company and good conversation. They consisted of Matriarch Aethyta, who fled a more placid, typical lifestyle for something different, and her daughter Liara, who was a good friend of Lizzie Shepard’s.

That Liara and Lizzie should meet to talk over the dance from a few nights before was absolutely necessary, and the morning brought the former to Longbourn to hear and to communicate.

Good natured and intellectually voracious, Liara had as little patience for such events as Lizzie herself had, and they laughed long and loud at how excited the other Shepard sisters had gotten before striking a considerably more somber tone, waiting until Mrs. Shepard had left the room to fling covert glances at each other.

“Jane got along well with Mr. Kryik,” began Liara.

Lizzie shook her head, though it was not so much in disagreement as a faint sense of disbelief. “Too well. He danced with you first though.”

“Ah, but did he not tell you he had something to say to you? Yet Jane topped us all.” Liara was right, of course. Whatever their mysterious new Spectre neighbor had to say had been completely lost the minute he had seen the eldest Shepard sister, and from the way Jane had been mooning about the house, the feeling was all too mutual. This concerned Lizzie, obviously- they were modern women. Who fell in love at first sight without knowing a single thing about the opposite party? It was backwards. It was too much like what Hannah Shepard wanted.

There was another subject Liara wanted to bring up, something she talked about without quite looking Lizzie in the eyes. “And what about that Mr. Vakarian? He was handsome.”

There was little point in denying that, but Lizzie shook her head with vehemence now, showing that this time she was truly disavowing her friend’s words. “He’s far too proud to be tolerable. It’s those turians. They’re all like that. I have no doubt that Nihlus will be the same.”

“I should get going,” Liara said uncomfortably, shifting in her seat. “I’ll be at another dig for the next week. You know you shouldn’t speak about turians so, Lizzie.” Unlike Mrs. Shepard, Liara’s mother gave her a degree of freedom that Lizzie could only envy. It had taken war to take her away from home, and it would probably take a second to do the same again. And unlike Lizzie, Liara saw the best in people, always acting far nicer than Lizzie herself would have.

With a reluctant hug and a goodbye to her dearest friend, Lizzie settled in with a novel, legs curled underneath her in the family’s largest chair, finally getting into the sheer, Gothic horror of the lonely space station, inhabited by a single wan young gentleman and his beautiful young guest, before another knock disturbed her. Had Liara forgotten something?

“Mr. Kryik.” Nihlus’ presence could not have surprised Lizzie more, though she collected herself admirably. “I presume you’re here to see Jane?” It would have been too soon, in her opinion, but she had to trust in the instincts of her older sister to welcome her own guests.

“Ah, no.” The turian looked, if at all possible, faintly bashful and the whole situation reeked of an impropriety Lizzie found strangely liberating. Her raised eyebrow must have been enough of an invitation for him to continue, as he locked eyes with her and talked with an honesty that was almost endearing, enough for her to perhaps see a glimpse of what Jane had already seen so plainly. “I’ve come on behalf of the Spectres. We believe that you’d make a good candidate.”

A Spectre- her? Lizzie almost laughed, but held her tongue. “I’m retired,” she finally said. Like it or not. Her mother had made it abundantly clear that she wasn’t to return to the field. Settle for being the hero once. Besides, humans weren’t made Spectres. It simply wasn’t done.

“We believe that a threat may be coming to the colony- the geth, and…” Whatever Nihlus would have said was silenced by the presence of Jane at the top of the stairs. They locked eyes, and it was as if Lizzie was no longer in the room.

“It is a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Kryik.” Though Jane’s tone was carefully cool, it was difficult to avoid the heat in the air. Excusing herself with a whisper and a small, silent smile, Lizzie flung a message Liara’s way.

‘Nihlus has stopped by again. Jane is being very cool. Finally playing smart.’

The message back was almost instant. ‘If she plays too cool, he will lose his interest and move on.’ Knowing what she did now, that Nihlus Kryik had not come to their small colony simply for a more quiet life, Lizzie bit her lip, spending the next hour or so trying to convince Liara that her sister knew what was best, and that if Jane and Nihlus truly liked each other, all would be fine. Sooner or later, she would have to reveal the truth to her sister, but hearing Jane’s laughter, she let them have their happiness for now.

Jane’s bright, red-faced presence disturbed Lizzie from telling a particularly ribald joke about a pyjack to her friend. “Mr. Kryik has invited us to a small celebration at his house. There will be other families, of course, but he wishes to make Mr. Vakarian feel more welcome. Won’t that be wonderful?” There was little more that could be worse, in Lizzie’s mind, then spending another evening in the company of Garrus Vakarian, but saying so when her sister was so vibrantly alive at the prospect seemed wrong. “Mr. Kryik’s sisters will be there as well. He hopes that we might befriend each other.” That, at least, might prove interesting. Though Lizzie found turians to be too proud and still inherently distrusted them for the events of First Contact, the thought of making more friends close to her own age was a pleasant one.

“I suppose I can accompany you.” Jane’s squeal, an uncharacteristic show of emotion, was enough to convince Lizzie that she had made the correct choice. She would go and put up with Mr. Vakarian, and she would plaster a smile across her face the whole time.

honestly besides the romance my favorite part of pride and prejudice has to be how much of a complete Disaster the bennet family is,,,,,,,like mr bennet is sarcastic af and never tells his family anything until like the hour before it happens (“btw ur cousin that you’ve never even met before and who could throw ur asses out on the streets one day is coming for dinner at 4”),,,,,mrs bennet is the total Can I Speak To The Manager mom who always threatens to pass out even if she’s never passed out once in her entire life,,,,lydia practically stalks military men and was once voted most likely to run away from home forever for a laugh,,,,,kitty would probably burn the house down if lydia told her it was a good idea,,,,,mary is the epitome of that one person who memorizes only six lines from a textbook and says “knowledge is power” for three days after,,,,,,,,jane would practically apologize to someone who was stabbing her,,,,and im almost 1000% sure that elizabeth has at least once stood up on the dining room table and yelled at her family “fight me then” when she’s angry,,,,,,literally the original sitcom family

anonymous asked:

I was wondering, what sort of education would someone like Mr. Bennet have? Or if he had any sons would they be sent off somewhere to school or be taught at home?

It’s really nebulous and could go either way. As a gentleman who apparently had no brothers it’s certainly conceivable that even a modest estate like Longboun could have funded his education at a private school and a university. His fondness for his library certainly seems to point to his having a scholarly interest, though this doesn’t mean he must have attended university and also it could just be his sanctuary from his wife and unfavourite daughters.

Sons could be taught at home if their fathers had the skills to teach them as a scholar themselves (this being the cheapest option.) (Mr. Bennet might, but would he have the patience? He’s pretty indifferent to his daughters’ education and I don’t know that he’d’ve necessarily been whipped into a paternal frenzy of caring simply by the relief of having had a song.) Mr. Austen ran a school to supplement his income as a clergyman, and so boys could be sent to these smaller establishments for their educations. (This being the second-cheapest option.) For wealthier families, private tutors could be hired, and these lessons could continue for the full extent of a young man’s pre-university education, though many families would opt for schools like Harrow or Eton, if they could manage it, as attendance is a class signifier and it would also give the boys chances to mix with others of their own age and gain some sort of independence to ‘toughen them up’, in an age where some might be concerned about their sons being homebodies or tied to their mama’s apron-strings.

Universities–Oxford or Cambridge, usually–would then be the next stop for gentlemanly education, and the very luckiest would then cap that off with a Grand Tour of Europe, and the end of which they would be considered a highly-educated person.

For Mr. Bennet, I would assume one of the cheaper primary education options, maaaybe followed by a stint at university, but that’s all. He lives pretty quietly.