regency finds

lawl still thinking about that dorito-shaped waist photo that Regency era Sidney Crosby’s got…anyone thinking about Sidney kissing Geno (Or, Lord Evgeni Vladimirovich Malkin, if you prefer) in a private room while the muffled sounds from the ball, held in honor of Lord Malkin’s visit, to be exact, conceals Sidney gasps as Geno hitches Sidney’s leg up onto his waist. 


anonymous asked:

Hello :) I was wondering of you could please rec some johnlock fics set in pride and prejudice au or really just any regency era/jane austen au. These are my favorite fics to read and I would love to have your recommendations. Thanks :)

Oh, goodness Nonny, don’t hate me please: I actually do not read regency AU’s! D: It’s not really my thing (I think being forced to read them in school ad nauseam kind of spoiled my like for the genre). I know Alexx has few similar genres on her list here:

Otherwise, can anyone req any good AU’s for my lovely Nonny here? Cheers!

Smutty Everlark Preview (The Cook’s Contract)

    She saw a figure making their way down the road. It was a man. The walk was familiar and she leaned further out the window, squinting into the night.

    Peeta, seeming to sense her watching, stopped and looked up. He lifted the brim of his hat to see her better. “Hello, Juliette.” He whispered.

    Katniss shook her head and retreated from the window. She closed it and lit a lamp beside the bed. She heard the door open downstairs and the soft footfalls on the stairs. She opened the door and stepped into the hallway.

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In Hope and Agony

Eight years previously, Madge Undersee was persuaded to break her engagement to Gale Hawthorne as her family deemed him unworthy. She has not see him since, but now he has returned, successful, handsome and in search of a wife.

A Hunger Games AU inspired by Jane Austen’s Persuasion.


I saw you in my mind when I was younger
And I grew older and I saw you still

I did not know you, you were a daemon to me
Your presence, it was a fear that lived inside me

I was dead and I was dying at your doorway
I did not see you, you did not appear 


anonymous asked:

Writing a story set in the Regency era, I find the need to write the phrase "struck him like a pug's fist" - is it obvious I mean pugilist or will it sound as though the main character is being beaten up by a small dog with a squashed face? Help!

Lmao sorry man it will definitely sound as if a brachycephalic lapdog with breathing problems is beating someone up. That is an hilarious mental image though— “it struck him like a pug’s fist, in that it was wholly unexpected, not very effective, accompanied by a lot of wheezing, and something [main character] had assumed to be physiologically impossible.”

But you will probably want to spell out pugilist!

@princessofshadow finds a castaway

Lux had been lucky to survive the storm. Not many ladies were taught to swim but Lux had grown up on the beach with her clan. She’d practically lived in the water, even after her father had done his best to “civilise” her. As the ship cracked apart she’s torn off her heavy dress and stays leaving herself in only her slip. It had saved her from sinking far beneath the waves.

Lux had even managed to get two other passengers safely onto driftwood. They survived the storm, but then the worst came, drifting lost at sea. Without food or water, Lux had watched the two passengers slowly die.

Its days before a ship comes near. “Help!” Lux screams. Her throat is dry and scratchy. Her voice is hoarse. She tries to make herself seem bigger and more noticeable. She uses the last of her strength to try and swim closer to the ship, continuing to shout for help.

Last year on the way to 2 Bash 2 Future in Oregon, 2 hours into a 6 hour drive.

That morning I woke up with a sore throat, which got worse before our departure time. I was wavering on the edge, but Earl made it clear I should nut up. The two of us left before the rest of the crew, following the age-old method taught by Top Gear - leave the slow and broken behind.

It doesn’t help that driving North in the mid-afternoon means the sun is bashing you constantly in the side of the face. The 106 degree ambient air made Earl’s triangles not so happy. When questioned why he was running such a restrictive cooling setup (fmic) when there is so much space for v-mount, Earl answered “because you can’t see a v-mount by looking at it from the outside.” - sound Earl logic.

After soaking his radiator, fmic, and motor, we were on our way again. But that was short lived. The temperature hadn’t broken yet and at this point the rest of the guys were only an hour behind so we stopped in Redding. Some crackhead rode up, seeming to have sensed our hunger, and suggested a good BBQ and sandwich place down the road. Ate some tasty sandwiches and had a couple good beers before everyone else arrived.

Twilight had come by the time we were on our way again. I forget what happened, but now it was domosacco, Earl, and I. Earl ended up leading because his headlights were blinding and only one of my headlight ballasts was cooperating. As we hit Shasta our speeds began increasing. The road was perfectly smooth and winding, Earl’s car was shooting flames, Dom’s was shooting sparks and everything was euphoric.

And then it was pitch black. The sun was gone and my only working headlight had shaken so much it was now pointing at the tree tops, yet somehow I was able to spot the highway patrol lurking under a bridge as the other guys kept on it. I thought for sure he was after me, but after apparently running my plates he was after the other two. As soon as Dom shot some sparks he got lit up. For fear of getting pulled over as well, Earl and I kept on cruising. Apparently the cop was cool, he was just worried about the sparks being a fire hazard and the obnoxiously bright sidemarkrs.

Rolled into the parking lot of the Rogue Regency to find a mob-like welcome party getting rowdy. I went straight inside to check in, take a shower, and attempt to shake off the cold that was creeping up on me. Went out to the parking lot to find Dom and everyone else had arrived. I put my game face on and chugged a few beers. We quickly covered the wing on Aaron’s miata with empty cans, which led to encouraging a couple of cougars, there for a bachelorette party, to flash their tits. A couple people got in a car with them or something? Not sure what happened there, but I do recall being told by hotel staff that people needed to stop knocking on their door saying they were there for “real life dick party.” Shortly after a cop car drove through the parking lot and I decided it was time to call it a night.