So many fandoms, so little time.

Season 1 Colin : why would I want to fuck around and 'sow my oats' when I can get married and be in love and fuck my hypothetical wife.

Because that is Penelope’s first instinct — to go to Colin, her husband — with any problem. She’s like ‘not getting off? Obvs, your man will fix it, hon. Mine always does.’

It’s such a neat little summary of what their relationship is based on, and how different their marriage is from everyone else in the ton. They’re best friends, truly. The kind that turn to each other first for everything. And it’s so unheard of for a marriage to be like that that Benedict is genuinely puzzled as to how Colin knows about his search for The Lady in Silver and Colin’s like ‘duh, dude, you went to my wife for help. There’s no difference between that and telling me directly.’

But also, besides all that, isn’t it so fucking cute that Pen’s answer intimates that she and Colin openly talk about what they like/don’t like in bed? I think we all knew that, but like now we know, y’know? The sweet little freaks probably have feedback sessions, kink negotiations, nights to try out something new Penelope no doubt heard about through Whistledown but didn’t fully understand…

And it all ties into Colin’s disinterest in mistresses because, when the men started talking about that, apart from the fact that he’s clearly terminally obsessed with his wife, he was probably thinking about the openness and intimacy he shares with her, and how sex itself is hardly worth it without those things especially now that he has something to compare it to.

If this little book should see the light after its 100 years of entombment, I would like its readers to know that the author was a lover of her own sex and devoted the best years of her life in striving for the political equality and social and moral elevation of women.

I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.