the drama, the shock, the revelation, of Elizabeth waltzing into her house at the crack of dawn with a visibly disheveled Mr. Darcy (chest fully out) UNCHAPERONED, and being like “He’s asking Papa for my hand in marriage 🥰” when her entire family thought she loathed him with every fiber of her being will never be matched
Instead of a stoic hero and a chatty villain or a chatty hero and a stoic villian imagine if they’re both chatty. Just, the villian trying their best to kill the hero while the two of them have a in-depth discussion about their opinion of pumpkin spice
Villian: *shoots laser* No but seriously orange is a really fun color
Hero, dodging: but your entire room? I’m not painting my entire room orange
Villain: *stabs at the hero and misses* well then why did you ask my opinion on paint colors if you’re not going to listen
“Some writers need a while to charge their batteries, and then write their books very rapidly. Some writers write a page or so every day, rain or shine. Some writers run out of steam, and need to do whatever it is they happen to do until they’re ready to write again.”
“The best memories are the ones you can’t explain, you just had to be there. It’s those days where we sit around and do nothing. It’s those moment we cry. It’s the way we look at each other and know what’s going through each others heads. It’s those stupid pictures and jokes. That’s the reasons we’re best friends.”
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