Queen of Baptisms, Lover of Frank Capone

raincityruckus:

The most important thing about the Agent Carter one shot is the moment after her successful mission when she comes into the office wearing red. She’s done blending. She’s Peggy Carter, she’s an outstanding agent and she’s going to be seen damnit.

(A close second is that she checks her reflection in her pocket mirror. I love that Peggy gets to be a girly girl and a bad ass)

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People everywhere have their differences. In some places, the highborn frown upon those of low birth. In other places, the rape and murder of women and children is considered distasteful. What a fortunate thing for you, former Queen Regent, that your daughter Myrcella has been sent to live in the latter sort of place.
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hannibbl:

Sonnets read by David Tennant. [listen]

sonnet 18 - shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?| sonnet 154 - the little love-god lying once asleep | sonnet 17 - who will believe my verse in time to come | sonnet 12 - when I do count the clock that tells the time | sonnet 2 - when forty winters shall besiege thy brow | sonnet 71 - no longer mourn for me when I am dead | sonnet 7 - lo! in the orient when the gracious light | sonnet 126 -  o thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power | sonnet 11 - as fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow’st | sonnet 9 - is it for fear to wet a widow’s eye | sonnet 14 - not from the stars do I my judgment pluck |

hannibbl:

Sonnets read by David Tennant. [listen]

sonnet 18 - shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?| sonnet 154 - the little love-god lying once asleep | sonnet 17 - who will believe my verse in time to come | sonnet 12 - when I do count the clock that tells the time | sonnet 2 - when forty winters shall besiege thy brow | sonnet 71 - no longer mourn for me when I am dead | sonnet 7 - lo! in the orient when the gracious light | sonnet 126 -  o thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power | sonnet 11 - as fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow’st | sonnet 9 - is it for fear to wet a widow’s eye | sonnet 14 - not from the stars do I my judgment pluck |