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If none of them married, how desperate would the Bennett girls actually have been?
Well the only dowry they have is £50 apiece from their mother’s small inheritance, per year; so that’s a total of £250 generated by Mrs. Bennet’s inherited investments per annum.
The Dashwoods (four women) are living on £500 a year when they are forced to live in Barton Cottage (with good-will making the rent presumably ridiculously low thanks to Sir John Middleton’s good nature, to say nothing of all the dinners and outings he invites the ladies to, which will help them economize on housekeeping costs for heavier meals.)
So there would be six Bennet women left to live on half as much as the Dashwoods are barely scraping by on. £250 is roughly considered enough to keep ONE gentleman at a barely-genteel level of leisure (presuming he does not keep a horse or estate or have any major expenses beyond securing his own lodgings/clothes/meals at a level becoming of a gentleman.)
None of the Bennet girls have been educated well enough for them to be governesses to support themselves, so…yes, their situation would heavily rely on mega-charity from others to just help them survive, much less maintain them in the lifestyle they’ve been accustomed to. The Dashwood women have NO social life beyond the outings provided by Sir John and the offer of Mrs. Jennings to host the older girls in London–otherwise they’d be stuck in their cottage, meeting absolutely no eligible men, creating a cycle of being poor and unmarried and too poor to meet anyone with money they could marry.
If the Bennet girls don’t at least have ONE of them marry well enough to help the rest before their father dies, they are really, truly, deeply fucked.
They may joke about beautiful Jane being the saviour of the family, but…it’s true. Mr. Bennet failed his daughters several times over in A) presuming he’d have a son, B) not saving money independently from his income to support his family after his death when it became clear he wasn’t going to have a son, C) not educating them well enough to enable them to support themselves in even in the disagreeable way of being a governess, D) not making any effort to escort his daughters to London or even local assemblies to help their matrimonial chances because he just doesn’t feel like it, E) throwing up his hands and shrugging when faced with the crises of Mr. Collins and Wickham.
Much as we are relieved on a romantic level that Mr. Bennet’s support of Elizabeth saves her from parental pressure to accept Mr. Collins, Mrs. Bennet is NOT A DICK for pushing for the match, because on a material level it very much means they get to KEEP THEIR HOUSE and gain a connection to the powerful patron Lady Catherine de Bourgh, which could be VERY advantageous for the other unmarried girls.
And the scandal of Wickham very nearly scuppers the chances of ANY of the other girls, and Wickham is a further DRAIN on the family finances, not a man who is going to substantially be able to support them. It is SUCH a disaster, and of course there’s not much Mr. Bennet can do until they are found, but he’s away in London and doing…what, exactly? Mr. Gardiner takes over and manages everything and Mr. Bennet seems happy to just let him.
Mr. Bennet does the ABSOLUTE LEAST, and actively damages his children’s futures by his inaction AND by his one action to support Lizzie’s individual needs being prioritized over the collective gain, which…I mean, Lizzie is going to be JUST as homeless and destitute as her sisters when he dies, so much good being Dad’s Favourite is going to do her. :/
There’s no third, funny option, just the first two because it’s good to just support people because they deserve support.
Don't you fucking dare compare TikTok to Vine. ITS NOT THE SAME THING
Vine went away cuz it couldn't afford to stay active
TikTok went away because congress RIPPED it away from us. It let to many activist groups connect faster than ever before; it let too many voices of dissent be heard louder than ever before; and most importantly it was more popular than Facebook, Twitter( cuz fuck that X bullshit), and instagram.
I understand losing both of these platforms hurt, I was alive for vine's death to. But don't let yourself be fooled into a falce equivalence.
Vine died
TikTok was murdered.
The way people just dont have Shang-Chi in their radar is beginning to concern me a bit.
Like, I go, "Shang-Chi this and that."
And then its like, "I'm sorry what?"
"The new Marvel movie that's coming out."
"Spiderman?"
Like, I heard Marvel is doing its absolute best NOT to promote the movie, and its just weird and sus to me. This is a marvel asian led movie, it should be everywhere, its important. For a corporation, it would make sense to promote it, if the social motivation is not enough. But its not happening. And its one of the few movies of this phase which actually interests me.
mood: chief jim hopper, stuck in some interdimensional tunnels, lighting up a cigarette because he’s given up on life
Pairing: Carter! reader x ?????
Summary: Everyone know Peggy Carter is a force to be reckoned with, who cold have guessed her granddaughter would hold the same ferocity, if not more.This story follow y/n Carter’s life as she faces the obstacles life pitches her.
Warnings: None
A/N: I want to thank @agentmarvel13 without her this story would never be here. She helped bring my ideas to life and the main character is inspired from her story Another Carter. For the benefit of this story Peggy Carter and Daniel Sousa ended up together and they had one son together.
1989 Age 5
“Grandma isn’t it supposed to rain today?” You tug on your grandmothers’ hand as she guides you closer the playground. When she looks to you, you point up to the grey sky, the dark clouds steadily moving.
“Well you know what that means?” She smiles widely at you “we get to play in the rain silly!”
“AND THE MUD!?” You squeal in excitement, she hesitates before giving in “I don’t see why not, just no eating it again.” She teases
You giggle as you skip beside her, smile growing as the large playground and other children comes into view. One group especially catches your eye, an older boy picking on a girl.
Her pleas reach your ears and you can see her struggling to shove him away as he yanks her pig tails. she releases a pained shriek; before your grandmother could even try to stop
you, you’re storming over to the scene.
You step in front of the boy, huffing out at him “leave her alone!”
“Oh yeah” he laughs “what’re you gonna do about it?” He shoves your shoulder, you stumble back, the other girl barely catching you.
You smile at the boy before launching at him, your tiny fist cracking against his nose. The sound of his cry echoes through the park, his own hands cupping his nose as he yelps
He races to his mother, her face contorting from worried to angry in seconds as he continues sobbing
“thank you.”
You turn to the girl, her eyes wide with a tiny grin “are you okay?”
“Yeah! You saved me!”
“He’s a bully, and I don’t like bullies – “she pulls you into a hug,
“I’m Darcy Dugan.” She introduces herself
“I’m y/n Carter.”
“y/n! Darling can you come here for a moment.”
“uh oh, you’re gonna get in trouble - “Darcy’s tone is full of fear for you
You grab her hand “will you come with me?” You whisper, when she agrees you both run over to her. Beside her is the bully, and his snotty looking mother
“dear, did you punch this young man?” Your grandma questions you
“yes, I did.” You proudly admit, your head is held high
She sighs “y/n- “
“he’s a bully gram! He pulled Darcy’s hair!”
“No, I didn’t!”
“Children! - “your grandmother stops before you two can continue “both of you should apologize - “
“excuse me? - “his mother steps in “she hit him- “
“and apparently your son was causing havoc. Two apologies are required here ma’am.”
“My son will not apologize.”
“Then neither will my granddaughter. Bullies do not deserve apologies – “she turns to you “come on ladies, I believe I just felt a rain drop and we can’t enjoy it stuck under this tree with such dull company.”
She takes your hand, along with Darcy’s before leading you into the drizzle.
“don’t think you’re out of the woods yet missy- “she kneels down to the both of you
“but grandma Peggy! Captain America beat up bullies all the time, and so did grandpa Sousa!”
“My grandpa tells me stories about Captain America all the time!” Darcy excitedly pitches in “he said- he said they were friends! “
Peggy’s eyes widen before she can speak, another cut in
“well look at that, never thought I’d see you at a playground Peggy.” At the gruff voice your grandmother smiled, turning to the man.
“Grandpa!” Darcy runs into his arms, hugging him as he lifts her
“fancy seeing you here dum dum.” She greets him
“this is my new friend y/n! She saved me from the bully.” Darcy tells him, he turns to you
“well thank you little lady!” He looks to Peggy “the apple doesn’t far from the tree does it Carter?”
Peggy chuckles, smiling down at you as you giggle
“now what’s this I hear about Steve Rogers?” He asks
“my lovely granddaughter seems to think that just because Captain America beat up bullies, means she can do the same.”
His laughter is full bellied, Peggy glares at him playfully “even after all these years, he’s still finding a way to drive me mad.” She mumbles, earning another laugh
“Grandma Peggy, can we play in the rain now.” You ask
She nods, watching as Darcy is set on her feet next to you. You grab her hand, tugging her through the rain, giggling as you two begin your adventure
“your grandpa is my grandmas’ friend!” You cheer
“can we be friends until we’re that old ? “Darcy asks
“Yes! and we can fight away the bullies together!”
“No more fighting!” Peggy calls out as she over hears your happy shouts. Both of you loudly whine at the restriction
“good god - do they remind you of anyone?” Dugan asks her as they watch their two girls giggling in the rain as they begin play fighting against an imaginary enemy,” I don’t know if the world is ready for another Rogers and Barnes duo. Hell I don’t know if I’m ready for it yet .”
Peggy grins as she watches you tumble alongside Darcy, her heartwarming at how the similarities between you Steven Rogers as you shield your friend from the pretend monster “It doesn’t seem like we have much of a choice.”
They watch you lift a discarded frisbee, holding it as a shield in front of you & Darcy, Dugan’s laughter fills the park as he bends over slapping his knee at Peggy’s scrunched expression
“good grief.” She mutters as she pinched the bridge of her nose
“looks like you’re never escaping the power of that shield Peg.”
She sighs “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
#SOSCuba is trending on Twitter and I figure it’s only a matter of time before it ends up here so friendly reminder that if you’re NOT Cuban and especially if you ARE American if your idea on how to “help Cuba” doesn’t begin and end with calling for the end of the US blockade on Cuba that literally every country in the world supports ending except for the United States and Isr*el which is preventing Cuba from distributing its five homemade COVID vaccines and other lifesaving medicines to its own people you have worms for brains and couldn’t give less of a shit about the Cuban people
Rb if you pinky promise not to join Tumblr+ and won’t hide your content behind a paywall
UNDER CONSTRUCTION!!/ 14.8 billion years old. (jk I'm 25). she/her. welcome to my on fire garbage can blog! you're friendly neighborhood mom friend. I DON'T WRITE SMUT! I am absolutely horrid at that!
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