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i'm so normal about them

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In every life there is a turning point. A moment so tremendous, so sharp and clear that one feels as if one’s been hit in the chest, all the breath knocked out, and one knows, absolutely knows without the merest hint of a shadow of a doubt that one’s life will never be the same. For Michaela Stirling, that moment came the first time she laid eyes on Francesca Bridgerton.

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SLUTTY MOMENTS OF BILLY “I’M GIVING IN” DUNNE AT THE CHICAGO CONCERT

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‘Tis The Damn Season AU ❄️

Happy New Year everyone! 🥂 Hope it’s been fab so far and I know I haven’t been on here in ages to promote this AU but my Kathony ‘tis the damn season AU is up to chapter 6 now and you can find it here.

Look I’m gonna try to update this regularly but I can’t promise. What I can promise is to finish it THIS winter 💜 Thanks for your patience. As a bonus here’s a new moodboard to go with it ❄️

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We just love to cause emotional torture for our beloved characters 😉

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TVARCHIVE LAUNCH EVENT: favorite television arc by member — @milesgmorales ↳ Kate Sharma & Anthony Bridgerton’s Romance (Bridgerton)

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“I love you. I’ve loved you from the moment we raced each other in that park. I’ve loved you at every dance, on every walk, every time we’ve been together, and every time we’ve been apart. You do not have to accept it or embrace it or even allow it. Knowing you, you probably will not. But you must know it, in your heart. You must feel it because I do. I love you.”

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2.07 “Harmony”

2.08 “The Viscount Who Loved Me”

— BRIDGERTON season 2

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Kate Sharma and Anthony Bridgerton in Bridgerton Season 2

and it dies and it dies, a million little times 

-Taylor Swift, “Illicit Affairs”

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Kathony + Hands

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Simone Ashley as Kate Sharma

Bridgerton Season 2 Episode 1

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I want a life that suits us both. I know I am imperfect, but I will humble myself before you because I cannot imagine my life without you, and that is why I wish to marry you. 

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ANTHONY & KATE + hands

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kathony + hands

bridgerton s2 trailer

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Tis The Damn Season AU ❄️

Chapter 4 of ‘Tis The Damn Season AU is up!

There is more than one sexy flashback and quite a lot of angst and tension. So, classic Kathony. Enjoy! 💜

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'Tis The Damn Season AU ❄️

Chapter 3 of 'Tis The Damn Season is up!

The angst is in spades in this one, but we get Newton and Gregory making an appearance! Enjoy! ❄️🌷

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Holy fuck I’m unwell and now I need this to happen on the show because that was just 🔥🔥🔥🔥 Kathony are truly going to kill us

Molllyyyyy ppllleeaaaaasseeeee write a snippet to accompany the dancing photo!! Pleaseee pretty pleeaassee

Just in case we've forgotten what it looks like

The room was stifling, Kate could feel the walls pressing in on her, they had been from the very second they'd come in from dinner. Well, no, that wasn't exactly true; it was only since the gentlemen had joined them that Kate's skin had felt like she was on fire.

If she stopped lying to herself, she would have admitted that she'd felt like like she was burning for days now, since he'd smirked up at her, his hand gripping the black mallet, eyes shining at her through his hair falling in his eyes, his voice like velvet Miss Sharma, surely you want me to have that no? She'd snatched her hand back, still gripping the mallet in surprise as her heart stuttered, No! I don't!

And this morning she'd thought she actually might (embarrassingly) expire, when his eyes clapped to her his mouth falling open in alarm as she'd walked downstairs in her riding clothes, a smirk on her lips when Benedict had said-

"I thought Miss Sharma might like to join us this morning, brother."

Anthony had startled, "I don't think she-"

"Come now, Lord Bridgerton, surely you aren't afraid of a little competition." She'd said, as though her cheeks weren't burning, "Though, after your defeat on the Pall Mall field I understand you being a little hesitant."

He'd gone a delightful shade of purple, that tiny crease between his eyebrows deepening, "Oh, by all means, come! But you are enough of a menace without a rifle, Miss Sharma, so forgive me if I don't let you use mine."

45 minutes later she'd been lining up her shot, waiting for the next drive, Lord Bridgerton's second rifle taken from his loader, cocked on her shoulder, and she could feel him, right behind her, hyperaware like she always was whenever he was near. his lips nearly touching her cheek, the memory of how they'd felt against hers rough and needy and-

"You'll want to keep both eyes open, Miss Sharma, aim for where the bird-"

She was barely listening, cracking the dogs moving through brush "I assure you, Lord Bridgerton, My father taught me to shoot just as well as yours did."

She caught sight of the pheasant flying closer and- Crack!

The rifle shot had rung through the air almost in time with his, the bird she'd aimed for falling to the ground, a thrill of triumph shooting through her at Anthony's muttered curse, a smirk rising to her lips,

"Oh dear, Lord Bridgerton, perhaps better."

It had been nothing short of delicious when lady Bridgerton had called out on their return, Kate's birds hung over Anthony's saddle.

"You've been rather more successful than normal, Darling."

And what could he have said but, "They aren't mine." ?

She could see him now, just a few feet away, lemonade glass in hand, talking to... God she had no idea who that debutante was, actually, but she certainly wasn't feeling anything akin to Jealousy. No, That wasn't what was rising in her throat. She didn't even like-

"Lord Bridgerton is coming over." Mary said mildly startling Kate from her thoughts, her heart stuttering in her chest as Anthony bowed gallantly to the girl he'd been talking to, making his way over, ignoring several women's attempts to catch his attention, That stupid heart stopping smile on his face.

"Lady Mary, Miss Sharma." He bowed again, his stupid handsome face, shining brightly.

"Lord Bridgerton." Mary said politely, nudging Kate who murmured the same, trying to look over his shoulder, anywhere but him.

"I wondered if I might claim a dance?"

Kate sighed, something sharp and ugly rising in her chest as he eyes flicked to Edwina across the room with Penelope Featherington and Eloise Bridgerton, smiling happily. "Well, as we've established, I can't very well stop you can I? Edwina's is over there, Sir."

"Not really, No." He said quickly, reaching forward before she could stop him, his hands closing around her wrist. Surprise, and something infinitely darker shot through her as he made a show of looping his name on her Dance card, his fingers brushing her wrist delicately.

Anthony, Viscount Bridgerton

"Oh look, our dance is next." There was something so dark in his eyes, his arm held out towards her.

Mary was looking a little curiously between them, an odd smile on her face, jerking her head covertly in Anthony's direction. And what else could she do?

Kate slid her arm through his, adopting an unaffected air, "How Gallant of you, My Lord."

"Oh well, Miss Sharma, I am nothing if not gallant." God, his smile was sent by the devil, a cocky little thing as he bowed to her at the edge of the dance floor, barely waiting for her to curtsy before he'd swept her into his arms.

And it really was far too warm in Aubrey Hall, Kate would hate to live here, she definitely would.

She could feel the heat of his hands through her gloves, the heat of his body, just a fraction too close, crowding her against him, just like he had at his mother's musicale, so close.

"Surely you aren't speechless in my presence." Why did he sound so amused? Unaffected. Kate could barely get her feet to move in time to the music.

"Surely not." She stumbled over his feet as their eyes met, his darker than she'd ever seen them, startling her. But Lord Bridgerton didn't flinch back from her tonight. "My my, thicker boots tonight, my Lord."

His smile made her heart flutter as they moved around the dance floor, ignoring the whispers around them. "I am occasionally capable of learning, despite the opinions of some young ladies present."

Kate forced herself to scoff, as he moved behind her, taking a few steps, the heat of his body too overwhelming. "I very much doubt that."

Their hands were still clasped together, as they were supposed to be, but he tugged them closer, resting on her chest, his bare skin once more against hers, curling around the edges of her dress, tugging at the fabric, her hand disguising it for the crowd watching curiously. His other hands was pressed against er stomach, hot still through the fabric of her dress, something hot creeping down her spine as his thumb moved in a circular motion, teasing her, pressing her against his chest, his lips hot against her ear, stealing the breath from her body.

"Oh come now, Kate," Her name from his lips sent a thrill straight through her, stupid and hopeful, and reckless. Something like want. "Surely you don't still hate me."

She couldn't even breathe, the air so think around her, around them, locked together in the middle of the room, the eyes of what felt like the entire ton on them as he finally spun her back to face him, his chest, firm and strong against hers, arms safe and warm and not hers to want.

"No, I don't."

And as soon as she said it, the music stopped.