second estate

A Punny Story

I had this girlfriend once where things were getting pretty serious. We wanted to move in together, so we went looking for an apartment. The second one our real estate agent took us to was perfect, we both loved it, so we made the decision to move in. Our neighbour was a really nice guy named Joseph. His wife had left him a few years prior, leaving him alone to take care of his eight-year old son. I always felt kinda bad for the guy. He had this weird accent that was really hard to place.

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historical summaries: the french revolution
  • louis xvi: well we have no money because i can’t budget for shit! guess the third estate better pull their weight again
  • third estate: how about we call an estates-general
  • louis xvi, sweating profusely: o-ok
  • first and second estates: Hmm well it is nice to not pay taxes so this meeting is adjourned
  • third estate: Right well in that case this country is also adjourned
Aldo The Teddy Bear

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 2185

You rolled over violently and looked at Jensen, his snoring keeping you awake as he laid there. You furrowed your eyebrows, grabbing for your pillow with thoughts about smacking him with it filling you up with enough peace to put you back to sleep. But as you gripped the corner of your pillow, another thought came to mind. Releasing the pillow, you spun around and grabbed your phone off the nightstand and pulling the charger out of it. Bringing up the camera, you began recording, putting you on the screen with a snoring Jensen just behind you.

You stared at Jensen on the phone for a solid ten seconds before releasing a sigh. “I love you, Jensen. Even if your loud snoring keeps me up at night, I’ll still love you. I’d rather be dead tired than to not sleep next to you. Love you, baby.” You turned around and kissed his cheek with a loud mwah before turning back to your phone and stopped the recording. You snuggled back into bed and forced Jensen’s arm around you, smiling widely as you closed your eyes and tried to fall asleep despite the snoring in your ear.

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top three pettiest moments in western history

•martin luther @ing catholicism by nailing his complaints on the door of a church
•john hancock writing his name the biggest on the declaration of independence just so he could piss off kgiii immediately
•the second estate literally locking the third estate out of the estates general…..starting the french revolution

Never buy a new diamond, even if the seller claims it wasn’t dug out of the ground by people in literal slavery: even if it doesn’t have real human blood on it, it’s still a terrible waste of money and will decrease in value before you’ve even had a chance to propose

Buy second-hand, estate, or “heirloom” jewelry; it will keep more of it’s value and you’ll save yourself some serious dosh. 

anonymous asked:

question: how old ARE yuuri and victor when they meet in the sugar daddy au. because i'm picturing like, twelve year old yuuri following victor around at banquets all tonguetied and it. kind of escalates over the the years??

GOD, you know what, yes.  yuuri in this AU is totally richie rich, just completely incapable of making friends and miserable.  at age twelve his only friends are yuuko and takeshi, two normal kids from town who only meet him after he spends his weekly allowance of ten million yen to keep the local ice skating rink from closing down, and they still make fun of him all the time for being completely out of touch with reality.  he eats his feelings at the mcdonalds he has in the east wing of the edwardian-inspired manor his family owns.  his parents think its sweet that he has ornately framed posters of victor nikiforov up in his room at age twelve after he and yuuko watch the junior GPF in the small movie theatre on the second floor of the estate.  

“at least let us contract him to sit for a painting to hang above the fireplace in your bedroom,” hiroko says, because she is still Supportive Mom Number One, but yuuri is SO EMBARRASSED, and please don’t invite him to my birthday party, i don’t want my birthday party to be takeshi and yuuko and a confused and pitying victor nikiforov who has better things to do than see me turn thirteen!! 

Brown Lady of Raynham Hall

In 1936, a photographer taking pictures of the 300-year-old Raynham Hall in Norfolk, U.K., captured an image of an apparition floating down the stairs. It’s one of the most famous ghost photos ever taken, although some experts believe it was caused by double exposure.

The manor, covering an area of 7,000 acres (2,833 hectares), has a long history of being haunted, and the BBC notes that the ghost may be of Lady Dorothy Townshend, the wife of the second viscount of the estate. She died in 1726, supposedly of smallpox, after having an affair, which her husband Lord Townshend had learned about before her death. She is said to still wander the manor dressed in brown. (Image Credit: Photo by Hubert Provand, published in Country Life Magazine in 1936, courtesy of Wikimedia)

Image Credit: Photo by Hubert Provand, published in Country Life Magazine in 1936, courtesy of Wikimedia

A Pirate Comes To Pemberley (CS Oneshot)

Years ago Miss Emma Nolan of Pemberley was left heartbroken by the unfaithful Neal Cassidy. Now an older and wiser young woman a chance meeting with the scandalous Captain Killian Jones leaves her determined to not make the same mistake. A OUAT AU fused with Pride & Prejudice where David and Snow are Lizzy and Darcy and Emma is Georgiana. Wonderful beta work done by @venagrey and @kat2609 thanks so much!!

Happy Birthday @belovedcreation (a week late!) I know you were a fan of this idea and I hope you enjoy what came out! 

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The Pemberley estate was known as one of the largest and most well-managed in all of England. It contained vast acreage of forests, fields and lakes, all carefully paid for and tended to by its owner, Mr. David Nolan. But while Mr. Nolan could tell you the yields and size of the estate, it was his younger sister, Miss Emma Nolan, who was best able to describe its beauty.

For it was Miss Nolan who spent her mornings riding about the estate, enjoying forest, fields and lakes with no thought of commerce. Indeed, her thoughts while riding rarely strayed into anything so mundane. But what exactly the young woman pondered on those long and early mornings is best left to the imagination, as it was scandalous enough that her brother and sister-in-law allowed her to go out unaccompanied.

To be sure, Mrs Mary-Margaret Nolan thought it no strange thing, as she herself was particularly fond of walking and before marriage had often had occasion to wander the countryside near her family’s home of Longbourn. It was just such a long walk that had helped spur David’s heart toward the then Miss Bennet. Her sister-in-law understood the need for solitude and activity, especially when one was nursing a broken heart, and encouraged Emma on her daily rides. If Miss Nolan also wore trousers, pinned her braided hair back under a riding cap, and rode astride—well, her older brother need never know.

Given Nolan’s attention to detail and status as master of the house, it was unlikely that he did not know of Emma’s improper behavior. But as he had never chosen to censure her, she felt free to continue in her preferred manner, and in time, the long rides she took nearly every morning came to be regarded as routine.

It was in the middle of one such ride in late February that Emma exited the woods and came upon a man struggling with a high-spirited black Arabian. Her first thought was surprise at his presence on her family estate, her second thought was that he was a terrible horseman, her third that his hair, a rich black, and face, with short beard and high cheekbones, were most handsome.

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plastic shovel revolution

so, we’re sitting outside our honors world history class,and it’s the third week of freshman year. it’s 10 minutes past the bell, and suddenly,our door opens with our teacher handing out sheets of paper. i grab one, and look around. there’s a photo the size of my head x2 with Marie Antoinette on it,and to my right is a tiny cute guillotine.my first thought is:

What the fuck did I sign up for?”

all around me,the room is split in three parts. I look at my paper, to find  that my role of the day has been appointed to a peasant.

NOT A BOURGEOISIE!

A. PEASANT.

So,I sit in the back of the room,where we have no chairs and plastics shovels,where the peasants sit. There’s almost 15 of us, sitting around in a chairless place. Our teacher begins explaining how the class is in three classes, the third estate,second estate,and third estate.In the midst of this,there’s an asshole bourgeoisie  named Jerry sitting 5 chairs up from us peasants,taunting us with comments about his chairfulness. This kid Gabe, or Peasant Gabe,takes one of those little plastic foods from the ground, takes a shovel,and slingshots plastic lettuce right at Jerry.

At one point,one of our priests got hungry,and our teacher starts handing out food. He literally throws a bag of plastic food at us. and gives the priest’s Ritz,and he giVES COSMIC BROWNIES TO THE SECOND ESTATE.

Now, there’s a kid in our class we call “chunk” ,because he looks 99% like chunk from the goonies. Chunk stands up,inhales,then yells at the top of his lungs:

WHERE’S MY GODDAMN HOLY COSMICALLY BROWNIE?”

and that’s how we learned that tons of peasants got their heads cut off.

darkcurlsandmoonmagic  asked:

So I've been a Kyoya role player for a while, and I would love to pester you about your head canons for Tamaki and Kyoya's relationship! I've role played both TamaKyo (funny story about that) and KyoKao, and I'm interested in your take :3 ~Makayla

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Lady of Raynham Hall

In 1936, a photographer taking pictures of the 300-year-old Raynham Hall in Norfolk, U.K., captured an image of an apparition floating down the stairs. It’s one of the most famous ghost photos ever taken, although some experts believe it was caused by double exposure.

The manor, covering an area of 7,000 acres (2,833 hectares), has a long history of being haunted, and the BBC notes that the ghost may be of Lady Dorothy Townshend, the wife of the second viscount of the estate. She died in 1726, supposedly of smallpox, after having an affair, which her husband Lord Townshend had learned about before her death. She is said to still wander the manor dressed in brown. (Image Credit: Photo by Hubert Provand, published in Country Life Magazine in 1936, courtesy of Wikimedia)

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I must admit I have dunked a tea bag into hot water and called it tea. I have even made Darjeeling tea, sometimes called the champagne of teas, from a tea bag.

For tea gurus like Anindyo Choudhury, that is sacrilege. “I wouldn’t even touch it,” he says.

Most tea bag teas are chopped and cut by machine instead of being rolled and twisted, hand-plucked and hand-processed. The best Darjeeling tea is loose leaf, steeped for a couple of minutes in hot water — it’s light and bright.

When Choudhury describes it, he sounds as if he’s talking about wine. He gets excited about what he calls the “muscatel,” a “nice fruity flavor” that he says is “very hard to come by.” He talks about tea “maturing” over a week or two, its flavors deepening.

Choudhury drinks a lot of tea. For almost two decades, it has been a part of his job at J Thomas & Co. Pvt. Ltd., the oldest and largest tea auctioneer and broker in the world. The first public sale of tea took place in its Calcutta offices in 1861.

Darjeeling 2.0: India’s Tea Auction Goes Digital

Photos: Jeff Koehler

Angst Night

solasshole said: SOLAS AND LAVELLAN BOTH BEING NOBLES AND THEY BOTH GET IN A HEATED ARGUMENT AND JUST IDK AND THEIR RELATIONSHIP STARTS AS LIKE UGH I HATE YOU AND THEN ITS LIKE LMAO I LOVE YOU BUT I HATE YOU IDK

A/N: I like this! Haha idk, the idea of both of them being nobles in this au type place where the elves run Orlais but it’s not called Orlais, whatev. Imma do this. Probably more than likely an OC-ish Solas/Fen’Harel-type Solas, but we’ll see how this goes.

She was going to set something on fire.

Alright, so not necessarily on fire, but she felt close to vandalism as she would probably ever get. As she paced furiously along the veranda, Lady Lupa Lavellan of House Lavellan was more than certain that her father was attempting to push her to physical violence.

“Is it truly such an awful thing, darling? He is not old, neither is he poor. He will make for a good husband.” Her father stood by the door leading into the house, his arms folded and his gaze narrowed in the manner it did when he was considerably cross about something. Lupa rounded on him, fists clenched.

“An awful thing, father? Awful? I would say horrifying, disgusting, nauseating, abhorrent, despicable, and then perhaps awful, if I ran out of other more colorful words to think of. Lord Solas, father? Lord Solas?” Lord Solas. the odd, stuffy, hermit-type that had the second largest estate in the land of Dales, a country just southeast of Orlais. Lord Solas, who often was found in the library or holding a wall up rather than dancing or spending the evening talking with others. Lord Solas, who took no interest in people unless he spoke of history or lost artifacts. Lord Solas who, upon hearing of her personal fascination with the nomadic tribesman called the Dalish, scoffed and mocked her for her ignorance.

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Coming Soon: Damsel to the Rescue - a fun, humorous, feminist fantasy

(cover art by Robin Robinson.)

Terrilyn Darkhorse descends from a long line of successful, prince-rescuing damsels. Now that she’s sixteen, she’s expected to uphold the family tradition. But Terri would rather remain at home, tending her garden, perfecting her plant magic, and staying far away from the highly competitive world of damsels.

Then the local prince is kidnapped and Terri’s mother makes her an offer: If she rescues the prince, Terri can have the family’s second estate, Trellis, to turn into her own gardens. Terri has wanted Trellis since she was a little girl, so she sets out with her best friend Rune as her official sidekick, hoping to avoid the other damsels altogether.

Which would be easier if they didn’t have to keep rescuing rival damsels from basilisks and man-eating trees. But Terri can’t justify abandoning them, because the monsters are being controlled and directed at her and the other damsels—a feat only a Dark Lord could accomplish. Terri’s magic improves with every challenge she faces, but she knows it’s not enough. If she wants to succeed, she’ll need to break the rules and recruit her rivals to help her defeat the most powerful Dark Lord the world has seen in five-hundred years.

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Yes, this is my book. I wrote it. And I am so, so nervous, but I’m finally doing it: I will be publishing Damsel to the Rescue by myself. My husband and I our in the process of ironing out the last of the details. This gorgeous cover, by the highly talented Robin Robinson, was the first big step I took, and now I’m gearing up to take even bigger ones.

A little background: I came up with the idea for Damsel to the Rescue while grumbling to myself over the earnest resurgence of the damsel in distress trope which seemed to start rearing it’s ugly head in fiction for teenage girls, at least, with the success of a series that will remain nameless. In the West we have a tendency to view ourselves as really good on the equality front; whether that is true or not is besides the point. It seemed ridiculous to me to be so stuck on such a trope in a supposedly mostly equal society.

And then I thought, why not reverse the situation? Why not demonstrate just how absurd the trope is by creating a fairly equal world–but one in which men are expected to wait around to be rescued while the women are the heroines who do all the rescuing.

Thus the earliest seed of Damsel to the Rescue was born. But little did I know that I was in for just as much adventure as my protagonists.

As the story grew, as the world expanded, and as I shaped my characters, I found myself exploring a number of ideas: girl-on-girl hatred, the nature of how girls are encouraged to see each other as competition, gender essentialism and the harm of trying to force people into gender roles, and the pain that comes with trying to be what society expects you to be. Damsel to the Rescue became a story about growing to embrace who you are, rather than what people want you to be.

With plenty of fun poked at chainmail bikinis, snobby elves, and other classic fantasy tropes along the way. ;)

Stay tuned for more information, including a release date!