I’m the most east coast person in that I’m always cold and tense
game of throws, reality tv show where neighbors break into each other’s homes and criticize their interior/decor; w/ a specific focus on throw pillows and rugs .
Apparently there is a very good fic (I’ve seen a lot of people rec it, and know the author is good because I’ve read other works of hers) that is a little similar (I haven’t read it yet because I’m Fake) to these vibes, a band AU: Maybe Fake’s What I Like.
apparently an actual, honest-to-god take is that henry viii writing “thys booke is myne” on the 1st page of his book as a child was like… an early sign of sociopathy?
I think they’re like…compatible in a way that I really hope is explored?? At least as friends/allies/coworkers (idk if that’s the correct term since Emily’s striving to be the head of the household but she’s also…still working herself so maybe); hopefully romantically in future.
Because they’re both very…innately/inherently brassy, I think, but clever in that they’ve found a way to harness that and their personalities to their full potential in their line of work.
Also nicely parallel how much they know their own potential even if others don’t– both basically told Margaret that they were valuable to her at different points.
