With the Courage of Kings

TUMBLR ACCENT CHALLENGE!!!

Your name and username.

Where you’re from.

Pronounce the following words: Aunt, Roof, Route, Theater, Iron, Salmon, Caramel, Fire, Water, New Orleans, Pecan, Both, Again, Probably, Alabama, Lawyer, Coupon, Mayonnaise, Pajamas, Caught, Naturally, Aluminium, GIF, Tumblr, Crackerjack, Doorknob, Envelope, GPOY.

What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house?

What is a bubbly carbonated drink called?

What do you call gym shoes?

What do you call your grandparents?

What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket?

What is the thing you change the TV channel with?

Choose a book and read a passage from it.

Do you think you have an accent?

Be a wizard or a vampire?

Do you know anyone on Tumblr in real life?

PUT THE NAME OF A CHARACTER IN MY ASK AND I’LL TALK ABOUT THEM WITH MY REAL VOICE

EVEN IF I DON’T KNOW WHO THEY ARE I’LL LOOK THEM UP AND TRY TO TALK ABOUT WHAT I FIND

"Get outta the snow, faggot!"

"THOU ART A FROST-BITTEN NINNY!"

"lol text it, faggot."

She had no clue just what his purpose was roaming about in the bushes, only that it was absurd and he was only causing more work for the gardeners. The fact that this man, went about his business without a care in the world, without thinking about how his actions affected others really pushed her buttons. 

Sheryl still had some time before her carriage was supposed to arrive, and so she figured it was her duty to save the gardener extra work by kicking out an unwanted rodent. Leaving her books on the bench, she makes her way over to him, bending over to peer into the bushes. 

Oh, how the presence of the fairer sex grates upon his every nerve. "Fairer," indeed! Ha! How he chortles and turns up his noble nose at any and all women who approach him in hopes of currying favor, of securing some understanding with one who stands to inherit the title of Duke Barma. Never shall a day come when Rufus will so much as give birth to the thought of such a prospect, and he would sooner cease drawing breath than ever consider swearing an oath to a woman. No promises. No vows.

Never a sweet word or fancy or mind for this meddlesome, pestersome, irritating young Rainsworth lady. Never.

Once seated, she could hear rustling not too far from where she was sat, looking around, it didn’t take her long to spy the ahoge moving around and about in the bushes. 

Oh she knew exactly who this was. 

Except a certain busybody is all too eager to disrupt his adventure.