“what a smile! i remember it now, and i know that it was the effluence of fine intellect, of true courage; it lit up her marked lineaments, her sunken gray eye, like a reflection from the aspect of an angel.”
“resting my head on helen’s shoulder, i put my arms round her waist; she drew me to her, and we reposed in silence.”
“first, they glowed in the bright tint of her cheek, which till this hour i had never seen but pale and bloodless; then they shone in the liquid lustre of her eyes, which had suddenly acquired a beauty more singular than that of miss temple’s – a beauty neither of fine colour nor long eyelash, nor pencilled brow, but of meaning, of movement, of radiance. then her soul sat on her lips, and language flowed, from what source i cannot tell; has a girl of fourteen a heart large enough, vigorous enough to hold the swelling spring of pure, full, fervid eloquence?”
jane eyre, on blanche ingram
“blanche was moulded like a dian. i regarded her, of course, with special interest.”
“the noble bust, the sloping shoulders, the graceful neck, the dark eyes and black ringlets were all there”
“she was the very type of majesty: then she was accomplished, sprightly. most gentlemen would admire her, i thought”
jane eyre, on mary and diana rivers
“both were fair complexioned and slenderly made; both possessed faces full of distinction and intelligence.”
“diana had a voice toned, to my ear, like the cooing of a dove. she possessed eyes whose gaze i delighted to encounter. her whole face seemed to me full of charm. mary’s countenance was equally intelligent – her features equally pretty”
jane eyre, on rosamond oliver
“perfect beauty is a strong expression, but i do not retract or qualify it: as sweet features as ever the temperate clime of albion moulded, as pure hues of rose and lily as ever her humid gales and vapoury skies generated and screened, justified, in this instance, the term. no charm was wanting, no defect was perceptible; the young girl had regular and delicate lineaments; eyes shaped and coloured as we see them in lovely pictures, large, and dark, and full; the long and shadowy eyelash which encircles a fine eye with so soft a fascination; the pencilled brow which gives such clearness; the white, smooth forehead, which adds such repose to the livelier beauties of tint and ray; the cheek oval, fresh, and smooth; the lips, fresh too, ruddy, healthy, sweetly formed; the even and gleaming teeth without flaw; the small dimpled chin; the ornament of rich, plenteous tresses – all advantages, in short, which, combined, realised the ideal of beauty, were fully hers. i wondered, as i looked at this fair creature: i admired her with my whole heart.”
jane eyre, on edward rochester, the “love of her life”
“the incident had occurred and was gone for me: it was an incident of no moment, no romance, no interest in a sense”
“i knew my traveller, with his broad and jetty eyebrows, his square forehead, made squarer by the horizontal sweep of his black hair. i recognised his decisive nose, more remarkable for character than beauty; his full nostrils, denoting, i thought, choler; his grim mouth, chin, and jaw – yes, all three were very grim, and no mistake.”
”’you examine me, miss eyre,’ said he: ‘do you think me handsome?’ i should, if i had deliberated, have replied to this question by something conventionally vague and polite; but the answer somehow slipped from my tongue before i was aware, ‘no, sir.’”
Cryptid Profile: Pinky (AKA: The St. Johns River Monster)
On May 10th, 1975 at 10am, near Jacksonville Florida, a boat carrying five people down the St. Johns River came across an unknown creature. The passengers of the boat stated that what they saw had been much like a dragon with a long neck, it raised its head out of the water quickly and was gone just as fast. The five individuals clearly saw the creature only 20ft away and were left stunned. But this wasn’t the first time the creature made itself known. As far back as the mid 50’s, the St. Johns River Monster had been giving a shock to locals fisherman and residents of the area.
Between 1955 and 1961, there were a considerable amount of sightings of the river monster. A majority of the sightings took place between Astor Park and Lake Monroe. One witness claimed that he saw the monster out of the water near the edge of the river. He stated that it was eating the large plants growing close to the water. As the monster moved around, it left a flat and smashed path of vegetation below it. It also easily crushed bushes and moved a considerable amount of earth. Another sighting came from two fishermen out on the St. Johns River. The two men claimed to be sitting in their boat when a great bubbling came up from water beneath them. Suddenly, the bubbling turned into a great force and the boat was almost flipped over. The men quickly raced towards shore.
In the 60’s, a young woman by the name of Mary Lou Richardson was out bow hunting with her father and friend near the St. Johns River. When the trio got closer to the rivers edge, Mary noticed something large swimming through the water and brought it to the attention of her father and friend. All three witnesses stated that the creature was an extremely odd looking animal with a large flat head sitting upon a somewhat long neck. The creature looked almost like that of a dinosaur. During that same day, four other separate groups of people sighted the exact same looking creature in the same stretch of river originally seen by Miss Richardson. This sighting was later retold to famous Cryptozoologist Ivan T. Sanderson who then wrote an article about the whole thing for the magazine Argosy.
The clearest description of the river monster comes from one of the 5 boaters in 1975. Dorthy Abram stated that the monster looked almost like a dinosaur but that its skin was pulled “back” so tight, that you could see almost all of its bones. The head, which sat on the top of a 3ft long neck, was almost the size of a full grown mans, and sitting on top of it were two snail-like horns that each had a little bone like knob at the end. On each side of the head, there were flaps of skin that hung down over what appeared to be gills. The mouth was large and was turned downward, and the eyes were slanted and very dark. The skin was almost pink in color, much like that of boiled shrimp. It is this defining feature that gave the St. Johns River Monster its new nickname, Pinky.
The other four passengers on the boat (including Abrams’ husband Charles) all agreed that Pinky looked almost prehistoric. As if a dinosaur walked right out of the past and ended up directly in front of them. All five individuals stated that when the monster submerged back into the river, it left absolutely no ripple on the surface of the water.
Eventually, as the years went on, fewer sightings of Pinky were made. It seemed as if years passed between sightings and eventually they seemed to stop all together. Because of this, fishermen and residents along the river believed that Pinky may have died. But that doesn’t mean that a monster has stopped residing in the St. Johns River. Sporadic monster sightings continue to this day from Florida residents. Although these sightings make no mention to a creature with pink skin and clearly seen bones. The modern reports of river monsters talk about what appears to be large serpent like creatures that resemble giant eels or snakes.
So what was the monster known as Pinky? Some cryptozoologists today believe that the St. Johns River Monster could have been a new species of giant salamander. The Japanese giant salamander can grow to a length of 5ft long and the Chinese giant salamander can grow to a length of 6ft long. Both species can also have a pink skin color due to their diet. It is not unbelievable that a North American sub-species could grow larger than this. Others claim that Pinky could have been a large albino manatee, alligator, or pink dolphin. Still others believe that the monster was a surviving species of Thescelosaurus neglectus (a dinosaur that lived during the Late Cretaceous period in North America). These dinosaurs could grow to be 11ft long and were related to Iguanodons.
At 310 miles long, the St. Johns River is the longest river in Florida. The mouth of the river begins at the Atlantic Ocean, so this opens up the possibility that Pinky is originally from the open ocean and every once in a while, swam up the river where witnesses were able to lay eyes upon it. Eventually, the creature could have made its way back out to the ocean and simply chose never to return.
Whatever Pinky was, it is fondly remembered for being one of the most original river monsters to date. It’s pink skin and skeletal appearance set it aside from its cold gray snake like cousins found throughout the world.
The doctor’s wives: Mary vs River Song, the differences in the most important
was brainwashed into killing the Doctor and actually thought he was evil
saved the Doctor after the kiss of Judas at a great personnal cost (loss of regenerative energy)
refused to kill him the second time even though she shouldn’t have been able to resist, was willing to break the universe to save his life
is not her real name, she became River Song because of timey whimey; told the Doctor and her parents her real identity as soon as she could
went to prison for a murder she did not commit (twelve thousand consecutive life sentences), and even though she regulary escapes her cell, she always go back and only leaves her prison definitively when she got a pardon, actually pays for a crime she hasn’t actually committed
lies, but not where it truly matters; she lies because she must and has to avoid them learning spoilers
has a diary the Doctor musn’t read
like, he CAN’T, he’s not allowed and him knowing his future could be devastating for the space time continuum. This book is about their love story and the Doctor knowing could jeopardize everything and she needs to protect these precious moments from being accidentally erased
it is her duty to protect their timeline,
dies saving the Doctor; puts a brave front even though she’s at this point a stranger to him, spend her last moments rassuring him, telling him this is only their beginning for him
knows Sherlock wants to help her and means her no harm when she shoots him
may or may have not called an ambulance, the jury is still out on this one;
would have shot Sherlock again in Leinster garden, only her picture on the facade stopped her
is not her real name; she once said her initials where A.G.R.A but apparently that was also a lie, others characters try to guess but she doesn’t confirm anything
went to kill Magnussen because what he has on her could put her to prison, doesn’t want to pay for crimes she did commit
lies, all the time, she hasn’t said anything true in all the time we’ve known her. We have no idea why she does that
has a memory stick John mustn’t not read
well, he COULD but this is about who she was before she met him, him knowing the truth would apparently make him stop loving her instantly
threw the responsability of ending their marriage to John, he is the one who has to decide if he wants to read the memory stick. By giving the key, she has put the burden on his shoulders
dies saving Sherlock, for some reason. Tells that this act makes her even with Sherlock and talks how she’s loved being Mrs Watson, keeps talking about herself when John is in distress over her dying
River Song and Mary Watson seems very alike at first glance, but one has a heart while the other wasn’t given one. This is these precious things River Song has done that makes her likeable and a great character who is despite her moments inherantly good. These selfless actions however are all reversed with Mary who seems in comparison very selfish.
Moffat knew how to make her likeble and yet did not. Where he could have turned her into another complex character, he didn’t.
However, she can still be an excellent vilain if we finally acknowledge that she is inherently decieving and selfish.
Summary: Bucky gets an invitation to a family friends wedding and it turns out that his ex girlfriend will be attending as well. Panicked at the thought of seeing her, he asks you, his best friend to attend the wedding with him as his girlfriend in attempts to show his ex that he’s moved on.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: 40′s Bucky, swearing, shit goes down.
A/N: It makes me so happy that you guys like this and skfjefhjwehfuef I didn’t think you’d like my writing.
The wedding day was here. Everyone scrambled around the house as they got ready for Kenneth’s big day. Bucky tripped over his own feet three times already.
“Doll, have you seen my tie?” he questions, throwing the sheets off the bed in search for his tie.
“It’s hanging on the doorknob, Bucky.” you respond, buttoning up the front of your navy blue dress.
“Thanks.” he kisses your cheek before leaning over and grabbing it. You had your hair perfectly curled and you had just got done applying your red lipstick. “That’s gonna come off by tonight.” he points to your lips and you roll your eyes.
“That’s what you said last night and it didn’t happen.” you smirk. “I think I’ll be fine.”
Bucky’s playfulness disappears at the mention of last night. The guilt was eating him alive. Why was he even feeling guilty? You two aren’t actually dating. Though, he wants to. Does he?
The events of last night flash through his mind, Carolyn’s hands roaming his body, her lips pressed to his as they trailed down to his neck, how it felt to be inside her.
“Bucky hurry up we have to get going.” Y/N snaps him out of his thoughts. He clears his throat and turns to Y/N.
“I can’t tie my tie. Can you do it for me?” he pouts, causing you to chuckle. You make your way over to Bucky and began tying his tie for him. He looked down at you with admiration before feeling his stomach knot up with guilt. “You’re beautiful, you know?”
Y/N chuckles, shaking her head from left to right. “Yes Bucky, you always remind me.” she responds as she finished with your tie. Y/N looks up at Bucky with a smile on her face.
“I just want to make sure you know.” he tells her as he cups her face in his large hands. Bucky pecks her lips quickly before walking past her to find his shoes.
“Y/N? Bucky? Are you ready?” Winifred knocks at the door before opening it. She gasps when she sees you.
“Y/N! You look lovely.” she smiles as she walks up to you.
“Thank you Winifred, you look beautiful as always.” you compliment her.
Bucky smiles at the two of you. He loved how you and his mother got along. It was natural. Bucky knew his mother only pretended to like Carolyn.
“I’m ready.” Bucky speaks up as he stood next to you. Winifred nodded and you three go downstairs where George was waiting for his wife.
“Are you both coming with us in the car?” George asks Bucky and he shakes his head.
“No, Y/N and I will take my car.” Bucky responds. George nods and you all walk out onto the porch. “We’ll meet you guys there.”
You and Bucky get into his car and he drives off. “Buck.” you say, catching his attention.
“Hmm?” he hums as he keeps his eyes on the road.
“When are we going home?” you question. “Not that I want to leave, I absolutely love it here I-”
“I know Y/N.” he chuckles as he placed his hand on your thigh. “We’ll stay for two more days before going home. I never got to take you to the library. Is that okay with you?”
You smile. “Yeah.”
The ceremony was beautiful, everything was amazing and Doris looked so beautiful in her wedding dress. You were now at the wedding reception, sitting next to Bucky at a table with his parents and sister.
“This is so lovely.” Winifred gasps as she looked around the place.
“It is.” you agree, taking a drink of your water.
Once Winifred was done looking around, she turns to both you and Bucky. “When are you two going to get married?”
This question made you choke on your water. Bucky was quick to pat your back while you coughed.
“Are you alright?” Winifred asks, genuinely concerned.
“Yes.” you coughed once more. “Yes I’m okay.”
Everyone at the table leaned in a bit, waiting for your response to Winifred’s first question. The question that caused you to choke on your water.
“Uh, Bucky? Wanna answer that?” you say as you turn to Bucky. He tightened his grasp on the back of your chair at the sudden flip of attention.
“Um.. I, well.. Maybe it’s too early? We’ve only been dating for a year mom.” Bucky stutters out.
“I think you two are perfect to each other.” George speaks and Winifred nods. They await for Bucky to say yes, he’ll ask you to marry him and Bucky sighs.
“I plan on marrying her some time in the future.” he says and they all smile.
“That’s good enough for me.” Winifred grins.
A slow song comes on and Bucky turns to you with a smile. “Bucky no.”
“Bucky yes.” he repeats from the night before. He stands up from his seat and extends his hand out for you to take. “May I have this dance?”
You look at him, trying to hide your smile but fail. You stand up and take his hand, allowing him to pull you onto the dance floor. He finds a spot in the middle and turns to you. His arms wrap around your waist as yours go to his neck, pulling him close to you. You both sway gracefully to the music and Bucky can’t help but think about how lucky he is to have met such a wonderful girl like you.
“Thank you Y/N.” he speaks. “For doing this for me. Not many people would.”
“No problem Bucky.” you respond.
You lay your head on his chest as you continued to dance with him. It was nice, just you and him. “I’m having a great time.” you murmur and Bucky smiles.
“I’m glad.” he responds. The songs ends and By The River Sainte Marie by Frankie Laine comes on and little Marilyn comes running through everyone.
“Auntie Y/N, can I dance with you?” she grins happily.
You look over at Bucky and he nods, stepping aside. “I’ll go get something to drink.” he kisses your cheek before walking away. You take Marilyn’s hands in your as you two began dancing together.
You were having so much fun. You would twirl Marilyn around, causing her to laugh and she would then try to twirl you. You both danced to two more songs - maybe three before the both of you were tired.
“Lets go get some water, yeah?” you suggest to the five year old. She nods her head and you lift her up in your arms as you made your way back to the table.
Kathleen smiled at you once you approached. “I’ll take her.” she reaches for Marilyn and you sit down next to her, gulping down water.
“Did you have fun?” Kathleen asks her daughter and Marilyn smiles as she nods her head. You look around the table, not seeing Bucky anywhere. He said he was going to get a drink. Maybe he went to the bathroom?
“Winifred have you seen Bucky? He said he was going to get a drink but I don’t see him anywhere.” you say as you scan the area once more. No sign of Bucky.
“I saw him walking over to the bathrooms but that was a while ago. I assumed he made his way back to you and Marilyn.” she replies and you quickly stand up. What if something happened to him? What if he got hurt?
“I’ll be right back, I’m going to go look for him.” you announce and both Winifred and Kathleen stand up.
“We’ll help.” Kathleen says.
“Thank you.” you smile at them.
“Marilyn go with grandpa, okay? Mommy will be back in a little.” she tells the five year old. Marilyn nods and runs over to George.
“Grandpa!” she exclaims and George smiles.
“Hey bug, wanna dance?” he questions and Marilyn nods her little head.
“Come on.” Winifred links arms with me and we walk off. “where should we look first?”
“The bathrooms maybe? Didn’t you say you saw Bucky go there?” Kathleen questions her mother and Winifred nods.
“Good idea.” she says. We head over to the bathrooms and Kathleen knocks on the mens door.
“Bucky?” she calls. No answer. “I’m gonna open it.”
“Kathleen no.” Winifred says and Kathleen waves her off.
“It’s only a peak, mom.” she says. Kathleen opens the door but no one was in there.
“Where could he be?” you mutter to yourself. Distantly, you could hear a noise coming from the girls restroom and you make your way towards it with Winifred and Kathleen behind you.
“Hello?” you knock twice before opening the door.
“Oh my god!” a girl gasps as she held her dress to her exposed body. Your eyes find their way to the guy who was trying to pick up his pants as quickly as possible.
You gasp as they turn to face you and your eyes quickly fill with tears. It was Carolyn and Bucky.
“Y/N.” Bucky breathes as he pushed past Carolyn to get to you. “I swear it’s not-” he grabs your arm but you yank it away from him.
“Don’t touch me.” you spat, turning around as your tears slid down your cheeks. “Excuse me.” you say to Winifred and Kathleen. They step aside and you rush past them, trying to find the exit quickly.
Jane Eyre - Hufflepuff. Although her fiercessness and rebellious independence is very Gryffindor-like and she has a Ravenclaw side with expressing herself through drawings and paintings. First of all, she is almost brutally honest (I mean the handsome dialogue with Edward). She sticks to the conventions she believes are right, and even after experiencing so much suffering in her life, she chooses to suffer in the name of her ideals. She cares about her work - despite the whole love drama, she remains in iron discipline (she had some killer morning routine if I remember correctly). Also I believe she actually cares about Adele, her future and feelings, which was quite rare at the times. She has a very strong Gryffindor side with her impulsiveness, but her courageous and independent choices come from her principles, not heroic side. She was even ready to die for others as a missionary if it wasn’t for St John’s violating her beliefs about marriage.
Edward Rochester - Gryffindor. He is, despite tragic circumstances of life, enjoying it to the fullest (bunch of lovers anyone). But saying that, he was also trying to do what’s right - taking in Adele and accepting her as his responsibility, as an example. He was very impulsive and sometimes went to very-sirius-black drama queen mode (dressing up as a Gypsy anyone). He didn’t care about money or status and was attracted to Jane’s independence and courage, completely disinterested in her lower social status or other societal standards. Of course he was an example of bad side of Gryffindor, because he was also a lying coward, but he got the redemption arc so it’s ok I guess (?).
Bessie Lee - Hufflepuff. Again, one of the few actually doing their job and caring for kids there, hardworking and caring, but also just.
St John Rivers - Slytherin. He had one goal and he was going to reach it by all means possible. He was more interested in it (spreading religion and his own faith) than helping people as a missionary. Not only determined, but also manipulative, thinks he’s better/smarter than everyone else, even has this weird self-depriving attitude as stereotypical Slytherin - no, I must suffer, I reject the love, all alone (I may be biased on this one, can’t stand the guy).
Mary and Diana Rivers - Hufflepuff. Hardworking, kind, understanding, done with their brother’s shit and casually girl powering with Jane.
Blanche Ingram - Slytherin. Yes, she was quite dull, but her main interest in the book is Rochester’s money and she would probably be successful in trapping him into marriage if he was any other Victorian guy, but he is ~~~special, so her bad.
Eliza Reeds - Hufflepuff. Very principled, completely honest, overall example of bad side of the Hufflepuff - too fixated on the rules (so religion in this case).
Helen Burns - Ravenclaw, sterotypically academic smart, but also curious beyond (reading books and not allowing Jane to disturb her when a couple of pages are left). She was also very principled, but she was able to explain and back it as “philosophically” as a young girl can. She was very demanding of herself and learned everything she could, she also accepted any - even not necessary - criticism to always improve. Also, guilty of daydreaming, as half of Ravenclaw tower probably.
Maria Temple - Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff. She was passionate about teaching, tried to be fair and cared deeply about her pupils, but also had this dreamy/cheerful vibe going on.
Richard Mason - Gryffindor. He’s Neville-style of Gryffindor, so one of those who don’t seem like it, but find courage in the most important moment. He eventually stood up for what was right according to him.