do you think there was like…discourse about Jane Austen novels when they first came out
ladies’ weekly tea and reading club: welcome to the meeting. we have exiled Charlotte because she stans Mr. Wickham
when will a husband and wife who are widely rumored to be vampires invite me up to their once-gorgeous mansion which has fallen into some disrepair and then serve a beautiful meal that they barely pick at, sipping from glasses of dry red wine instead as they take turns complimenting me borderline-salaciously while shooting each other conspiratorial looks that i don’t know how to interpret before one of them insists that it’s getting far too late for me to be going back home alone and now i simply must spend the night…..
in case the implied ending wasn’t clear enough: and then i get railed.
