because ms pendleton platonically literally says the most forward thing imaginable: you know, it would be wonderful to have a home in a place cared for by a gentleman such as yourself :)
to which Ian, who fucking just admitted his entire devotion to his long-term plan thinks, THIS IS MY MOMENT. And with perfect, nineteenth-century decorum, love-bombs her with: then I pray I find you wandering my estate in my dreams tonight.
and then the narrator’s comment basically saying: perhaps we should stop telling people our wishes.
Some of you need to fix your misogyny. You’re so quick to defend male characters but default to hating on the equivalent now that she’s a girl. Wouldn’t like to have any of you as friends.
yeah he was supposed to be the idol’s sponsor (someone you sleep with to get more clout/recognition/popularity as a celebrity) but it’s not expected to be violent.
this last chapter was absolutely brilliant!!!
because ms pendleton platonically literally says the most forward thing imaginable: you know, it would be wonderful to have a home in a place cared for by a gentleman such as yourself :)
to which Ian, who fucking just admitted his entire devotion to his long-term plan thinks, THIS IS MY MOMENT. And with perfect, nineteenth-century decorum, love-bombs her with: then I pray I find you wandering my estate in my dreams tonight.
and then the narrator’s comment basically saying: perhaps we should stop telling people our wishes.
damnnn, so good.