| Judith: | “Dad, did you really have a fro?" |
|---|---|
| Abram: | "No." |
| Judith: | "But Mummy has a picture of you." |
| Abram: | "Photoshop." |
| Judith: | "It's not been photoshopped." |
| Abram: | "Just you stop listening to your mother, she's been having wine." |
| Rebecca: | "It was the tight tight trousers that did it for me. And his long coat that went swoosh swoosh." |
| Abram: | “Don’t blame me for the 70s!” |
| Julia: | “...I have no idea what you are all talking about.” |
| Eli: | “Yeah, better change the topic or you’ll have the Victorian girl fainting at the idea of a man in tight trousers.” |
| Julia: | “The only one lying flat on the ground will be you when I deck you.” |
| Rebecca: | "More wine anyone?" |
itsthesameforbothofus asked: I read your post on Pride and Prejudice. Ergh I dislike Keira Knightly too. I then went to deviantart desperately trying to find something without her face in. Impossible. I personally think she was a poor choice for Elizabeth. I think Matthew Macfadyen was an astonishing actor, but I hate how he was written as some smitten ehjghsfjh lover. Not some heroic sharp hero.
She was so wrong for the part because she couldn’t pull off Elizabeth’s wit and intelligence. I really didn’t like MacFadyen either and really it was only worth watching for Judi Dench. I know it’s hard to fit a book into 2 hours but the film felt so dumbed down it was downright painful to watch. I lost track of the amount of times they simply had Keira walking alone just staring into the distance as if that made up for it, “Quick! Insert some more pretty British scenery! It’s a metaphor! Cue some romantic music!”
And no, I will never forgive them for altering Darcy’s lines. They ruined his first proposal. He’s meant to come across as an overbearing arrogant prick, not a pathetic bumbling ass. Darcy’s original declaration of love was perfect, they had no reason to change the lines at all.
And the American ending is vomit inducing. Bad movie.
Physical descriptions of A Matter of Time characters
Julia Elderslie- 5ft6, slightly built, 34C, with long wavy golden hair and blue eyes and a pale complexion due to her living in Scotland. She burns easily and though she isn’t beautiful, she is rather pretty in an old fashioned way. She tends to wear tailored vintage clothes and she likes adding lace and pearls to retain her femininity. Her old fashioned look means she easily blends in to other time periods and sometimes looks doll like in big dresses. She doesn’t actually mind wearing a corset but loathes tightlacing.
Simone Scott- 5ft8, curvaceous but still slim, black afro curls and brown eyes, an African American from Louisana. A power dresser, Simone is usually in a suit with very high heels, but she prefers to spend a lot of money on a few suits and wear them all the time than waste money on bargains she might only wear once. She has a smile that can light up a room. She is particularly drawn to greys and purples but she’s a knockout when she wears silver.
Abram Ansyk- 6ft, slender and long limbed, naturally tanned with warm brown eyes and dark curls. In his younger days he grew his hair long, leading to what his wife affectionately called his “jewfro” but has his hair rather short as he grows older. He is a smart casual dresser, preferring shirts and smart trousers but doesn’t always wear ties. He has a thing for expensive watches. He is long sighted and can barely get by without glasses.
Eli Asnyk- 6ft1, well built with broad shoulders, muscled arms and abs from boxing but not overly so, brown eyes, brown curly hair, slight stubble, naturally tanned. He tends to wear black military boots, jeans or combat trousers. He looks untidy whenever he wears clothes from another era but he does look good in a suit. He becomes increasingly short sighted as he grows older so he sometimes wears glasses.
I cant write anymore. I really cant. I wanted to try and do something with Abram and his eldest son Eli but the words aren’t coming out. It’s so frustrating!
Father and son have a difficult relationship to begin with but over time they find a way of relating to each other; since they start working together they kinda have to.
Eli doesn’t like how Abram keeps things secret from him, and he takes it as a sign that his father doesn’t trust him with the stuff that really matters. Abram wishes Eli wasn’t cynical of everything and he quietly resents how Eli always picks fault with things when he should just be thankful for what he does have.
A lot of Abram’s ghosts leave him when he finally takes his boy under his wing, and Eli learns respect. Only together can they make peace with the past and move on.
They’d be miserable without the other to piss them off anyway.
Is it wrong for me to wish that Robert Lindsay could play Abram in a film version of my book?
He’d just be so perfect. That’s all.
Keep on dreaming Claire, keep dreaming.
Omg!!! Moriarty defeated Watson!!!
Andrew Scott beat Martin Freeman at tonight’s BAFTAs! My Mum is devastated. I’m used and I cant wait for the tumblr posts!
If you’re going to watch Pride and Prejudice…
…then please, for the love of God, watch the 1995 BBC version and not the Keira Knightley version. The latter version is a waste of your time, two hours or so out of your life that you will never get back again. The Keira version swaps characterisation for characters simply staring into the distance, and the Mr Darcy is a blubbering wreck who barely stutters “I love you, ardently,” rather than the masterly, “You MUST allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you,” that Mr Firth delivers.
The BBC version is perfection. I just wish when I typed in Pride and Prejudice into tumblr or deviantArt I got that version rather than see the simpering Keira and the blubbery whatshisface guy.
BBC
BBC
BBC!
Pride and Prejudice : The Lake Scene or The Wet Shirt
wisdom from juliassundial
“When in doubt, add smut.”
Look lady, are you writing SJ pushing the boundaries of Max’s virtue or not? :D
Saint-Just leaned over and kissed him, thrusting his tongue into Maxime’s mouth. It was erotic as fuck to think of Maxime being able to taste himself on Saint Just’s lips but if he did he didn’t say anything. But then he had never tasted that before, and he probably didn’t even know what women tasted like either. Maxime kissed back, thrusting upwards into Saint Just’s palm and both laughed from his display of wantonness.





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