What if I declared November Dalton Reread Month, and everyone read one chapter a day for the whole month and liveblogged it and tagged “the great dalton reread”, do I have the power to create such an event?
Every Hanover has a moment of realization, this is Justins
I FOUND IT. YESSSSS.
A person is either a knight or a spy. Knights always tell the truth, but spies may tell the truth or lie as they see fit.
Summary: Inspired by Justin’s weebly fact 45: He has a cousin who’s a spy. Justin’s cousin Kate became the worst influence in Justin’s life and it all started on the day he learned that Santa Claus wasn’t real.
‘Letters from Merril’ is a crooner classic from 1946 about two lovers separated by war. The duet sings like segments from the lovers’ letters to each other and is a beloved story to this day.
Notes:For Sperril week, I contribute a piece attached to my story Carro Armato. I’d really recommend reading it first to understand, but if you don’t feel so compelled, what you need to know is this: Windsor Prefect Charlie has memories of a separate life as a tanker in World War II in the North African Campaign. Some parts of this story take place in the traditional canon Dalton setting, and other parts are more of a WW2 AU and the post-war that follows within that same AU.
I hope that isn’t too difficult to understand…(If it is, shoot me an ask!)
Sometimes when I try to think of Andrew Garfield’s name, all I can think of is Justin Bancroft.
Justin would write, “There was a lovely patch of bluebells growing near the greenhouses, and so after class, I took a blanket and some tea and lay in the wildflowers and gazed upon the sky and mused upon the deceitfulness of love… in the evening, I went to fight club and may have broken Jeff’s nose. I do hope he’s all right, he’s such a splendid chap.”
Logan would say, “Julian has been gone for forty-seven days, not that I care, but I heard this song on the radio and it reminded me of him… I’m going to sing that song to Kurt tomorrow.”
And Charlie would be like, “I wrote Days of Our Lives fanfiction today. Get me out of this hospital.”
“There’s a talking flower waiting for you downstairs,” both Twins chorused happily.
Dwight sighed and lowered his water sprayer. “Why can’t you just say that there’s a girl waiting for me downstairs?” And he grabbed his coat and pushed past the two of them as he went on outside.
“Wait wait!” The Twins happily pursued him as he hurried down the hall. “Why is little Bancroft trying to get a hold of you? Are you both an item? Because we think that no matter how much the White Queen has changed, he’s not above eviscerating people who flirt with his baby sister.”
“Only sister,” Ethan added with a smile. “A sentiment that we totally understand.”
“Don’t the two of you have a microwave you can play in…?” Dwight grumbled as he jogged down the stairs.
Also known as: the exact scene I started shipping Dwilaura.
It is my sincerest and most ineffable belief that Logan Wright was a dapper young English gentleman in a past life.