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I am…bored to death with this place, bored to death with my life, bored to death with myself.

Emma (2009)

The absolute most adorable Miss Harriet Smith I’ve ever seen. I want to see this girl in more things, why have I not seen her in anything else? She’s too too cute.

Jane Eyre (2006)

Best Jane Eyre adaptation ever. And definitely the best Rochester. A bad Rochester is the one thing that really puts me off an adaptation, more than a bad Jane.

quartertonebloom:

Bel: Five years from now, I’ll be doing what I’m doing… but better. I won’t live in Clapham, I’ll have an exquisite apartment…
Freddie: In Lucerne - supposed to be very beautiful.
Bel: Too many cuckoo clocks.
Freddie: We’d never buy a cuckoo clock.
Bel: Oh good! You’ll be there.
Freddie: Of course.
Bel: The commute would be a bit tricky… what would we do with the children?
Freddie: Gilbert and Maude? Glove compartment.
Bel: Thank god for that. And we’d be happy?
Freddie: Ecstatic. We wouldn’t want to be anywhere else… with anyone else. 

I agree with this whole-heartedly. I like them both as characters and I think they’re really important to one another’s development and growth as people - Sybil wouldn’t have become who she is without Branson’s guiding hand. But I don’t think she should run away with him because it would mean she would lose everything that she values. She could never be free. She would just become a drudge, working her skin to the bones to bring up a family of children whilst he earns whatever he can because I’m pretty darn sure he wouldn’t be able to get a good job without a reference and running away with your employer’s youngest daughter is one way to not get one. I do like Branson but he is being unbelievably selfish. Please, Sybil. Listen to the voice of reason. 

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dawntonabbey:

OK ladies, listen up: Downton Abbey’s unlikely crush object John Bates is not married.

I repeat, not married. Well, actually that isn’t quite true. Without giving away too much of the plot as the drama returns tomorrow night, Mr Bates, the gentleman’s valet who set the girly pulse of a nation racing, is married. But Brendan Coyle, the Bafta-nominated actor who plays him, isn’t.

That’s right, he’s 47 and single which is not, he says in his oh-so-dreamy Irish burr, ‘a status I want to take to my grave’. Crikey, so we can believe in miracles! At least, those of us who spend our Sunday evenings swooning over Julian Fellowes’ brilliantly crafted romantic hero can. And now, here he is, sitting with me having lunch.

‘The right person, time and place just hasn’t happened – yet,’ he says. ‘It’s something I want. Through my 30s into my 40s, I’ve gone from one long-term relationship to another, so I’ve spent the last few years taking stock. I don’t know if it’s a good or bad thing, but only now am I truly ready for a relationship.’

I may be taken and half his age but if I were a few years older and single - yeah, go on then. 

(Source: Daily Mail)

More sheer perfection. She gets all the best outfits.

(Source: firemadeflesh)