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23 year olds acting like they're suffering under the brutal weight of aging only gets weirder and weirder the older I get. You are transitioning from teenager to young adult and if anyone is making you feel old for it, you're probably still surrounded by children. Don't be weird to the other adults in the room bc you have a hang-up on the passage of time.

[glamgoblin]

BL People I Desire Carnally

(But like as an asexual)

Tagged by @loveable-sea-lemon

Well time to expose myself, been nice knowing you all 🫡

Phayu (Love in the Air) - Does this man have red flags? I don’t see them. I love this man a normal amount. I want him to (redacted) , (redacted) , (redacted)

Vegas (Kinnporsche) - Okay I see his red flags, but I also see his witchy shirt and— anyways

Mon (GAP) - She’s really pretty and if she asked me to do anything I would

Win (UWMA/Between Us) - I would marry this man. Win please tutor me, help me sleep better, and kiss me under the broccoli.

Yuki (Plus and Minus) - We would open the cutest coffee shop together

Kim (Kinnporsche) - Pathetic man with problems i am paying attention

Mangkorn (Big Dragon) - A badass and a simp all in one ahem

Sand (Only Friends) - Just gonna leave this one here

Namo (Not Me) - An artist who hates capitalism but loves her friends :]

Tagging anyone who sees this and wants to do it! Aka anyone who is here after my thirst posts 🫣 but fr anyone who wants to do this consider yourself tagged by me 💖

[jackhues]

CHILD OF DIVORCE - PADDOCK PASS, BABY [ PART SEVEN ]

in which y/n hamilton is loving how much nico talks about her dad (china 24)

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y/nhamilton: for everyone asking, yes my fav part about shanghai was obvs bullying my dad over anything and everything related to nico

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user: STOP THE WAY SHE MADE THAT HER CAPTION AND NOT A PINNED COMMENT -> user: i love her she's so us

user: everyone forgets y/n witnessed brocedes first hand -> user: not just witnessed, girlie experienced it -> user: y/n 🤝 kimi: children of brocedes divorce liked by kimi.antonelli

user: did lando give the bracelet back? -> landonorris: no. she chased me away with a broom -> y/nhamilton: i chased you because you were trying to steal something else -> landonorris: slander. lies. i will not stand for these accusations. -> y/nhamilton: then sit down boy

oscarpiastri: did you get your food? -> y/nhamilton: yeah no thanks to you. shoutout charlie -> charles_leclerc: you're welcome!

maxverstappen1: no podium pic? againnn?? this is the third time?

maxverstappen1: are you mad at me or something? now i'm getting worried -> y/nhamilton: maxie you need to calm down. the lighting's just shit -> maxverstappen1: okay. that's better -> user: stop i'm dying at how terrified he was

carlossainz55: ✋✋ -> y/nhamilton: 🤞🤞

user: i love the angle of the nico pic -> y/nhamilton: thanks babe

doriane.pin: thanks for not posting that ugly facetime pic! -> y/nhamilton: i'd never embarrass you like that bestie -> olliebearman: but you'd embarrass me like that?? -> y/nhamilton: duh

nicorosberg: i thought you said you're not posting that picture -> y/nhamilton: that was the 0.5 one. i have free reign with this one

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[ventismacchiato]

28 just playing the part — me and who? me and you !

scaramouche x g!n reader

notes: (attempts at) flirting of the following week filler

just playing the part !

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synopsis: you and scaramouche are both drama majors and have been at each other’s throats vying for the same lead roles since high school. but when you’re both cast as each other’s love interest in your second year you’re forced to be civil with your academic rival and see him in a new light. are his feelings for you true or is he just playing the part?

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[causenessus]

cold kisses

part 0.1. SCARY GUARD DOG PRIVILEGES

PLAYING FROM KODZUKEN'S STREAM . . . what are you so afraid of by videoclub

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extras <3

tsukishima 🤝 kageyama not knowing what sin they committed in a past life that got them in their in their respective gcs

tsukki: "i am very calm, collected, and rational."

also tsukki: "allow me to pick a fight with the first person i see."

suna and y/n traded bad pictures of their friends to set as their pfps

y/n and kenma we're sitting on the sidelines during practice and we was cuddled up next to her just like he said watching her type up responses to the questions of his homework

they've also spent spent many nights cuddled on the couch watching his lectures so she's serious when she says she could probably be double majoring in it lol since she's doing all of kenma's work anyway

kenma's talked about it with y/n before bc kenma didn't want her to feel like he was using her or anything but she said it was actually pretty fun to do and if she has the time she doesn't mind doing it

not sure why we're already in therapy hours in the first chapter but at least everyone's a good friend

y/n and kenma have a cat named goldfish

they've also literally been avoiding any kind of "what are we" conversation since high school. they just slowly found that the other was okay chilling in the others' room which eventually evolved to laying on each other and lots of affectionate hugs

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Nick 🤝 Sillymoon

spotted gray ex-kittypets with purple-blue collars and orange eyes

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the feeling when

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Summary: Joining an already debuted group, you find yourself at the centre of attention, controversy and a series of unfortunate chaotic events every time a certain pup boy is in the sight. But Jake Sim can’t seem to stop following you?!

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an: jakey/n 🤝 going against staff and leaders!

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“This does not look good.”, Ken exclaimed as he squeezed your hand, while you were at a lost for words.

Weird Barbie’s house stood void of its colour but it was the defensive wall that looked menacing and out of place. The walls were well fortified with sharpened plastic that no one could ever think about climbing over it.

What could have caused this?

It didn’t look like a preventative measure against the darkness that was consuming Barbieland. This looked like it was meant to keep out something more physical and solid.

Ken seemed distracted and disturbed, you were too, at the state of all this as you began to worry for the safety of your friends but he looked like he was dealing with a few extra problems that he kept from telling you.

He had to move away, to make sure that the poster he crumpled into his pocket didn’t catch your eye. He thought he had read it wrong but when he had got a closer look, his heart stopped.

It was a wanted dead or alive poster with your face on it. He turned to spot you looking at him so he played it off as though he had just wanted to inspect the wall. But you had become a fugitive in Barbieland and here he was parading you around like some prize to be won.

His human instinct kicked in, he wanted to protect you, to hide you away from this invisible threat he had no control over. Whoever it was that was after you, did they already know of your presence?

Did they know you were here?

He reached for you and before you could ask what was wrong, he engulfed you in a hug and sighed as though there was a huge burden he was carrying.

“What’s wrong?”, you asked adjusting your cheek to rest on his chest.

“Just ... overwhelmed.”, he said softly to which you rubbed his back.

“We’re almost there.”, he heard you say to which he hummed to ease your worry but were you both really at the end of all this?

The stakes here seemed more dangerous than anything he had faced before because he was dealt with the constant threat of losing you.

“There’s actually –

He began to phrase it, to tell you that you had another reason to be careful but there was a click beneath his feet and the floor shifted.

It happened in a second, you were now caught in a net and three meters off the ground. The net collapsed in on you that it got you tangled with Ken’s arms while his legs got trapped between yours. Struggling to move away only proved to be more difficult, so you gave up the fight to just stay still.

“I can’t recognize this place anymore.”, he huffed as his hand rested on the small of your back. His fingers sending a fiery burn down your skin that it felt good to still know you were alive.

“That’s because you missed out on the whole 'fall of society'.”, you heard a familiar voice and relief spread through you.

Weird Barbie stood beneath you with a remote in her hands. Ken breathed a sight of relief too. She pressed on a few buttons and soon the net began to lower itself. You got out of the trap while he dusted his hands but you were sure she was going to be annoyed with what you had done. So you held yourself together as you rehearsed an apology in your mind but before you could say it, you had the wind knocked out your lungs.

Weird Barbie flung herself onto you and Ken, wrapping you both in a tight hug.

“I’m so relieved to finally see you both.”, she said clearly and it eased you.

“Likewise.”, Ken patted her back and you caught his gaze.

He looked paler somehow but wouldn’t tell you what he was hiding from you.

“Now let’s get you inside before the Nomad tribe spots you.”, weird Barbie began to usher you into the opening of a hidden tunnel when it all only confused you further.

“Since when did we have tribes?”, you asked as the dry heat was soon replaced with the cold cover of darkness. She secured the latch tightly and pressed another button that lit up lights on the side of the tunnel walls.

Ken placed his hand protectively on your back and positioned you such that you were guarded by weird Barbie walking in the front while he followed you from behind.

“Since your departure caused the activation of the doomsday skates. It split Barbieland in two. A minority that believes it wasn’t your fault and a majority that does.”, she explained and you could feel the embarrassment creep up over you.

“I was able to house a lot of the good ones here, in my bunkers but the nomads have adapted to live up there in the burning heat. They ransack and loot the accessories that are left behind to create weapons of their own.”, she continued as though this was normal, that it was a part of their existence now.

“Weapons?”, you questioned out of surprise to which she nodded. To show you a batch of dynamite she had wound around her waist.

“The loss of imagination is a trade off where the horrors of reality that occurs in the world seeps in here. Children don’t get to be children anymore.”, she turned to give you a sad smile.

You were baffled, at how interconnected the Barbie’s world was with the real world. The walk through the dark atleast made you feel safe knowing now that a large group was out there looking for you.

But the light at the end began to grow brighter and larger. Weird Barbie pushed through the pink beaded screen and you waited for your eyes to adjust to the light.

This didn’t look like a typical apocalyptic bunker, it had all the props from the tropical themed area of Barbieland. A large patch of blue flooring that alluded to a water body was surrounded by palm trees and from there a few scattered settlements were spread out.

“Welcome to the Oasis.”, she stretched her hand over this underground hideaway.

Although it was named that, it was anything but. It looked like a rebel base, with doctor Barbies and nurse Kens helping a few who were wounded. There was another bunch training in the middle with the plastic weapons that were manufactured here.

“General, I’ve got bad news.”, you heard someone address weird Barbie only to see that it was Allan.

He looked up from his data pad and when he noticed that you and Ken were there, he froze in shock, to then run over and pull you both into a strong hug.

“Oh finally.”, he exclaimed but weird Barbie folded her arms as she reminded him,

“The news, Allan.”

“Oh yes, the surveillance cameras had picked up their arrival and I had erased it from the core database. But before I could do that, one grainy video slipped past us and into the hands of the Nomads.”, he narrated.

“That’s not good.”, she wasn’t amused.

“They’ll crack it’s message by tomorrow.”, she continued to speak about protective strategies to Allan.

“We don’t have much time. Where are the skates?”, she turned to you and you fished them out your bag.

Placing it in her hands, you watched as she inspected it, a frown settling on her features before she turned to you again.

“Let’s get to the lab.”, she instructed but it didn’t sound promising. You turned to see Ken who was also just as troubled as her. You fell in step by his side, your fingers reaching out to catch his, the gesture seemed to give him some relief.

“It’s going to be fine. We’re safe here.”, he heard you reassure him but some part of him wasn’t willing to believe it.

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[ 08 ] Mommy issues s/o 🤝 Mommy issues bf

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RIVALRY!

— r.roseheart x reader smau

— a/n : FUCK ADHD‼️

[✓] when two academic rivals gets paired up to take care of an upcoming event happening in NRC, requested by the headmaster himself. would they continue their banter or would a relationship blossom?

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[mintycurry]

I was thinking that simon and august positioned over wille’s shoulders is like an angel and devil imagery representing how wille will have to choose between his love for simon and his hatred for august. but maybe I’m reading too much into it lol

You 🤝 me, we read too much into it 🤓

But THAT is an interesting way of thinking about it. There have been some angel imagery related to Simon (e.g. the prev wilmon poster with Wille leaning over him), so I don't see why August can't be the devil 😈

I can see it being related to how Wille has to choose between love (Simon) and duty (the monarchy, by extension August)

[peterpparkrr]

Pinned (pt. 4)

Series: Pinned

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x f!reader

Summary: Anthony invites our intrepid seamstress to the theater. 

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: some mild references to period typical sexism and classism 

A/N: me 🤝 anthony: playing fast and loose with courtship expectations. Anyways, I was in a silly goofy mood and wrote this behemoth of a chapter! Yay progress! (Catch the Little Women (1994) reference)

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“Lord Bridgerton,” You greeted the man who was making his way up the street to you with equal parts exasperation and amusement. 

“You ought to be careful, coming to this part of town in broad daylight, what if someone sees you?” You tease him as he comes up to where you’re hanging your laundry on one of the lines that’s set up going between one of your windows and the window across the way. 

“Well, it would not be proper to visit at night,” Anthony teases as he leans forward conspiratorially.

You shake your head at him but can’t help the smile that creeps onto your face.

You ought to be concerned about your neighbors, and the gossip you are surely incurring as Anthony looks every part the nobleman thanks to his fine new jacket as he stands in the middle of Lambeth. You find yourself deeply pleased to see that he is wearing the vest that you made and sold to him to visit you, even if it makes him stick out even more than a man who carries himself like a Lord would do in your neighborhood. 

But you can’t find it in yourself to admonish the man for his timing, or for his dress, not with the nervous smile on his face as he fiddles with the ring on his pinky finger.

“This is hardly the most scandalous place I could be, my brother galavants with artists all times of day, and this hardly seems like a den of iniquity,” Anthony points out as he glances around at the fairly quiet street, which is nearly deserted here in the middle of the afternoon, save for a few of the wives down the way who are doing their own washing, and very intently trying not to be obvious as they watch this entire interaction unfold. 

“How did you know I’d be home today?” You ask as you drop the pair of cotton drawers in your hands back into your laundry basket as casually as you can manage.

“I discreetly inquired as to your work schedule,” He admits as he glances down. “I wanted to come and ask if you’d like to attend the theater with me on Friday night, and I didn’t want to have to do it while you were at work.”

“And I assume whomever you asked for my hours also let slip that I would not be working Friday night?” You ask with a knowing smile. “So that I’d have no excuse to turn you down.”

“I am a very thorough man,” Anthony replies with a smirk. 

“I have nothing to wear to the theater,” You start to protest. As your mind already starts to think of all the things that can go wrong, and all the reasons that this would be a horrible idea.

“I will take care of that,” Anthony replies with a wave of his hand.

“It would be terribly public,” You add.

“Courting does tend to be public,” He responds.

“People will talk, it won't take long for people to discover who I am, I am no actor,” You say, shaking your head. It would be easy for any man who shops in the store to recognize you. And the notoriety for you would be career-ruining, forget the scandal that Anthony would bring upon his own family. “It’ll be a scandal. Neither one of us wants that.”

“My family has a box, but I was thinking we could sit somewhere less… visible,” Anthony offers.

“I would prefer that,” You say with a nod. Shocking yourself with your easy acceptance. 

“I’ll pick you up at seven,” Anthony says. Please that he doesn’t have to strong-arm you into agreeing to go with him.

“Oh, that’s not…” You reply quickly, trailing off your refusal. “I will meet you there.”

Anthony opened his mouth to protest, but the look in your eye assured him that we would not be able to make you budge.

“And I’ll find something of my own to wear,” You add.

“Meet me at the back entrance to The Lyceum at 7:30,” Anthony tells you. 

“I look forward to it,” You reply with a nod. “Now go away, before the neighbors have any more to gossip about,” You add as you shoo at him with a damp kitchen towel, causing him to chuckle before he turns to make his way back the way he came.

“Mrs. Haymow said a man came to speak to you this afternoon.”

It’s not a question. It’s a statement of fact. It’s always facts with your brother. John is a pragmatist above all else. And a succinct speaker thanks to his political inclinations. 

He needs to make his points clearly and quickly to get anywhere with the movement. 

“Mrs. Haymow has nothing better to do than to stick her nose in other people’s business,” You reply with a huff as you drop John’s plate down in front of him, it clattering loudly against the wood as you move to grab your own plate from the small counter. 

It’s been the two of you for a long, long time. And after your parents died John took it upon himself to raise you. And it hadn’t been easy, but you had both been incredibly lucky. 

And you’d always be grateful for all John did for you, but you would not let him dictate your life, or but into things that are not his concern. 

“She said he was a very well-dressed man, that he looked like a gentleman,” John continues, ignoring your comment entirely.

When you don’t respond John finally looks up from his paper, his eyes boring into yours from across the tiny side table you ate your meals.

“Why did a gentleman come to speak to you?” He asks.

“I- he tracked down my address from someone at work, I don’t know,” You tell him. Always sprinkle in a sliver of truth when you lie. That had been one of the first lessons you’d learned once you were out on your own. “I sent him on his way as quickly as I could, did Mrs. Haymow tell you that?” You ask pointedly as you stab your fork into a potato.

“I just… I don’t want you getting mixed up with one of ‘em,” John replies. “That lot are bad news, always have been for folks like us.”

“I’m a big girl,” You tell him with a shake of your head. “I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can, but I also know men like that will fill your head with all sorts of lies to get what they want,” He replies, glancing at you with a patronizing paternal look in his eyes that requires everything in your power to keep yourself from rolling your eyes at him.

“I know,” You reply quietly as you look down at your plate, before John nods and you both eat your food in silence.

The Lyceum is one of the most beautiful theaters in London. The stately Roman Columns in front of the theater were imposing and gave the entire building a delightfully fitting gravitas. 

In another life, you might have been an actress (if you’d been blessed with even a lick of talent, of course). But you always liked to daydream about sewing costumes for the theater when you walked through the West End. 

It was a fanciful dream filled with glamor and frivolity, but just possible enough that it didn’t leave you hopeless in your current life. 

And walking down the West End tonight you felt like there was an entirely new life to daydream. 

The life of a Lady. 

You’d spent the rest of the week working on the dress.

Even if you didn’t necessarily feel like a lady, you certainly looked the part. 

Your hair stood expertly pinned into one of the styles you’d seen making the rounds in the Ladies' magazines you’d seen some of the other seamstresses passing around. You had been practicing all week to get your hair to cooperate, and tonight you’d finally managed to obtain the look you’d been going for (after an hour of contemplating tearing all of your hair out).

And you’d put hours into hand beading the neckline of your dress. Adding puffs to the sleeves and just enough ruching that you looked elegant and nouveau without tipping toward gaudy. 

The fabric wasn’t new, you’d had to scrape together a nice gossamer you’d bought secondhand from a modiste (who had decided it was already out of style for her customers), a simple dress you’d already owned, and some cast-offs that Margery who worked down the street from you as a seamstress had been able to snatch without her mistress noticing. 

But by God, it looked like it had come straight from one of the French modistes on Bond Street.

You were terribly pleased with yourself.

The street was packed with fellow theater-goers in their own finery, and no one gave you a second glance or questioned your presence as you made your way through the crowd. You were already smiling as you walked around the corner of the Lyceum when you saw Anthony waiting outside a side door.

“Miss,” He greets you as he bows slightly once you’re standing in front of him.

“My Lord,” You reply, dropping into your own curtsy as you try not to laugh at the absurdity of it all.

Anthony Bridgerton looked like he was born to attend the theater. Or any of these events for the aristocracy. A waistcoat and tails were surely invented with him in mind, and you were not ashamed to admit that he made a dashing and unbelievable handsome image as he stood before you.

“This is…” Anthony starts to say before he trails off.

“Strange?” You offer with a wry smile.

“I was going to say it’s nice,” Anthony says.

“Oh.”

You didn’t know what to do, or to say. You had no clue how proper ladies behaved, or what exactly you were supposed to do in the presence of a gentleman within the confines of propriety.

“I’ve never had to pretend to be a lady before,” You quip as you tug at the shall you have draped over your elbows, the scrap of fabric you’d had left over from your dress.

“You are a lady-“ Anthony replies, already beginning to protest. 

“No,” You reply, laughing slightly. “I am not.” 

And you’ve never minded before. Unlike some of the other seamstresses or tailors in your acquaintance, you’d never felt a need to dream of a life in the upper echelons of society. You’d never understood their jealousy towards the people who bought the clothes you made. The way they yearned for a life they could never have.

And you weren’t fanciful, you weren’t foolish enough to believe that Anthony would offer that life to you. That he could offer it to you. But you did find yourself wishing he’d spotted you from across a ballroom instead of across the shop floor. That there could have been a semblance of a fair shot for the two of you.

But you pushed those thoughts out of your head. It wouldn’t do you any good to ruminate on the could have, should have, would haves of life. 

You were determined to enjoy your evening.

“I’m sorry we can’t watch from the audience with everyone else, I feel like I’m depriving you of the proper experience,” You tell him.

You’re not ashamed of yourself, but you can’t fully put out of your mind the inkling of fear that Anthony will be disappointed once he comes to truly know you. And see the fully unpolished person that you are.

“I don’t care as long as I’m with you,” He tells you gently, taking your hand in his own hand and squeezing it. 

“But are you absolutely certain you don’t want to sit in a box? It seems a terrible waste to hide you, especially when you look as lovely as you do tonight,” He adds. 

“I’ve never been to the theater, I’d much rather watch the show than be the spectacle,” You admit. 

“Then it’s a good thing I got us the best seats in the house,” Anthony replies.

Anthony offers you his arm and you know enough to intertwine your arm with his as he opens the door for you and leads you into the backstage of the theater.

You make your way silently past workers moving sets and candelabras and rigging lights. You watch actors in elaborate costumes muttering to themselves or having hushed conversations with each other all while you watch on in awe. 

You suddenly remember who you’re with and quickly shut your open mouth as you glance over at Anthony sheepishly only to see him watching you with a pleased smile.

“I’m sorry, I’ve never seen such beautiful clothing up close,” You tell him quietly.

“Of course, would you like to see it even closer?” He asks as he’s already beginning to pull you towards an actor.

“Oh heavens, no,” You protest quickly as you pull him back before you find yourself being introduced to some highfalutin Shakespearean actor. “I can’t-I don’t-” 

“It’s alright, we don’t have to,” Anthony replies. “Maybe next time though,” He teases as he pulls you back along the edge of the backstage.

“So where are these best seats in the house?” You ask as you glance around. You’re not entirely sure what you were expecting, but after refusing to sit in the audience you seemed to have forgotten that there aren’t exactly other seating options.

“Follow me,” He says as he leads you towards the edge of the stage.

“William,” He greets a young boy. “Are we alright to go up?” He asks.

“Of course, sir,” the boy replies with a nod.

“Watch your step,” Anthony says as he offers you a hand to help you step up onto the ladder leading up to the catwalk. “I’ll be right behind you.”

“This isn’t my first time on a ladder, Lord Bridgerton,” You reply as you grab a fistful of your skirt before beginning your climb. Unaware of the fact that your now exposed shins are directly in front of Anthony’s eye line, or the effect that they are having on him.

“So how does a Viscount befriend a stagehand?” You ask once the two of you are sitting on the small bench along the catwalk, a blanket already draped across the seats when you reach the top of the ladder, a detail that did not escape your notice.

“It’s a long story,” Anthony replies as he rubs at his ear.

“Does it have anything to do with the opera singer who used to be your mistress?” You ask teasingly. “I can read, you know, and there is nothing seamstresses love more than reading the gossip sheets about our customers.”

“So you’d read about me,” Anthony replies, waggling his eyebrows at you in a ridiculous manner.

“You have chosen a very interesting part of my response to latch on to, Lord Bridgerton,” You reply with a scoff. 

“You don’t need to worry about upsetting me,” You add. “I wouldn’t expect you to have never touched a woman before, that hardly seems fair.”

“The play’s about to start,” Anthony shushes you with a grin as he gestures towards the stage.

The moment the music begins and candlelight illuminates the stage your attention is immediately focused on the stage in front of you. Even from the side perspective of the stage, it’s not difficult for the production to become your sole concentration with the actor’s convictions having you completely riveted.

Thank God it’s Shakespeare and not an opera, the Old English is tricky enough for you to distinguish let alone a different language. You would have been completely lost.

“Is he truly mad? Or is he just pretending to be?” You whisper as you lean over to Anthony in the middle of the performance.

“He is pretending for the others, but that is a point that scholars often debate,” Anthony replies as he turns to you, your own gaze still completely focused on the actors. 

You’re invested. And even though you harumph quietly to yourself when Ophelia drowns herself you find yourself deeply emotionally invested in the story.

Your every reaction is written all over your face, and you wince when you ought to, groan quietly when things don’t go the right way, and even gasp quietly when you realize how the story is going to end. Anthony finds himself watching you more than the play. Maybe because he’s already seen Hamlet and knows how it ends, but mostly because you and your face are far more compelling. 

It’s easy for Anthony to see that you wear your heart on your sleeve. You're so open, and your emotions play over your face even just at watching the fictional story that is unfolding before you. He understands why you're guarded. Why you feel like you need to protect yourself, but also sees what he had never quite been able to put a finger on before. The reason he had found you so captivating in the first place.

Your every move, your every word, you are unafraid to be yourself. His world is chalked full of people telling him how to behave, with expectations of who he is before they even meet him. Every young lady his mother has foisted upon him is so completely terrified of being a person because they’re all worried that suitors like him won’t like them if they are themselves.

You do not have that problem. You are unapologetic and unflinching in the face of a world that will do anything in its power to crush that down inside of you. You’re a bloody miracle and Anthony has no idea how you’ve made it this far in life.

And he’s also desperate to ensure that you remain so. And terrified of what might happen to you if he does not protect you with everything he has.

In the end, you're clapping just as loudly as the audience as you stand to your feet. Anthony stands beside you, applauding as well, though not nearly as excitedly.

“I would very much like to kiss you,” Anthony whispers in your ear. His warm breath tickles the exposed skin at your hairline.

“You can,” You reply in your own hushed tone as your head turns to look at him. 

Your eyes meet his as you grant him permission and suddenly his hand is coming up to the side of your neck as he presses his lips to yours. 

You know this is a terrible idea. That nothing good can come from this thing with Lord Bridgerton. That one way or another you’re going to get hurt. That the damage is only reaching deeper and deeper the more time you spend with this man. This man has everything he needs to ruin you.  

But with his lips on yours, it’s hard to feel like this is anything other than right.

Like you’re meant for each other. 

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*throws hat into the ring to talk about my hcs about bon as if i didn’t fucking make her up in my own head*

valtteri: i think her and val have the kind of relationship that her and lew have but on a smaller scale. she loves him like a brother but compared to lew, lew met her at 14 whilst val met her at 18. lew knew her and was an influence in her life as a kid while val got to be an influence in her early adulthood. she got five years with val, and in those five years she had the best duo of big brothers she could have asked for. they were probably the driving force of her getting out of that relationship that was bad for her. and it’s not like her and val aren’t close anymore, it’s just that with him being at alfa romeo now it’s hard to find time to hangout like they used to. with lew he’s just right there because the two of them work at merc while he doesn’t anymore. (side note: these three have a group chat that they still maintain where they used to coordinate hang outs but nowadays it’s mostly just life updates) (oh and val is the one who got her addicted to coffee through the many cafe lunches they had when he was at merc)

jenson: her and jense’s relationship is unmatched (barring lew, michael, and maybe seb) because he got to see and experience the woes of her in the literal fetus stage of her life (okay so she was ten, but still fetus) her og uncle of the paddock, the first driver to be added to her list of favorite drivers, yeah their time together on the same team was short but she was the first one she ever latched onto. and he always made time to go and see how his little menace was doing even though the team name had changed and he no longer drove for the team her dad worked for

fernando: while he was also present in her fetus years in the paddock, similar to val’s relationship with her, it was less so compared to the likes of jense. she probs calls him tío nando and goes to him when she wants candy because she knows he will give it to her. he taught her how to speak spanish, but at first it was just the curse words and nando was told “stop corrupting the youth” to the point bono had to step in and tell him if he didn’t stop he would not let bon go and see him anymore. so that’s when the normal spanish lessons began

kimi: i touched on this in another ask i sent in but kimi would be the one she would go to when she needed space from all the goings on in the paddock and through the many silent driver’s room hangouts she had with him in the ferrari garage built a very strong relationship between the two of them and she knew she could go to him for anything. one look at her while she opened his door and he was up out of the pace he was occupying and pulling her in to cuddle because he knows she needs to be grounded and calmed down from her surroundings

seb: i think her relationship with seb was very strong at some point, ala lewis, but after michael’s accident she pulled away because he reminds her too much of her uncle michael and how much she misses him. he was very present in her life because if michael was most likely was there he was too, being michael’s mentee and all. she has so many great memories with him. but not having michael around to be present to make more those great memories with him hurts too much, so she stays away until she gets with mick and she rekindles her relationship because seb is so present in mick’s life and it would be almost impossible to stay away from him

and it think this can be left unsaid but, bon’s favorite people: lew 🤝 michael

[i was going to touch in the younger drivers but i just dont think she would be as connected to them as she was with the older grid, maybe in another ask but thats all i got for now]

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so she stays away until she gets with mick and she rekindles her relationship because seb is so present in mick’s life and it would be almost impossible to stay away from him // I feel like her relationship with mick (the friendship part of it, even before it comes love) taught bono baby a lot about trying to deal with her feelings, trying to understand it and to get close again to those she loves but is afraid to lose

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part 0.2. THE WORST SUPPORT GROUP

NOW PLAYING . . . taking my time to be by strawberry guy

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extras <3

makki and mattsun 🤝 sharing one competent brain cell

y/n tried to match all of her pfps for her contacts to be nice while tooru just chose whichever ones he thought really captured who the person really is (eg. iwa -> big scary man)

it does not matter that tooru's known that y/n's been friends with suga and shimizu for like three years now every time she's with them he gets all pouty

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Suo being the strategist is cool! It fits him. Also sakura and sugishita fight so well together but they still hate each other 😭

The disgust on their faces...

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Ooh we're going to see furins other Kings fight now against old rivals it looks like...it'll be neat to see more from these guys

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So these Noroshi are ten former furin guys working with endos gang...the top dogs so to speak...and also look at this emo ass lookin boy.

Man looks like his fav anime is death note idk

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Flashback to sakura being cute again

Me 🤝 umemiya 🤝 tsubaki: thinking sakura is precious

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Nirei pulling through to help kiryu while suo is having a 1 v 1! Look at my boy!

And suo's proud smile!

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SAKURA AND SUGISHITA TEAMWORK!! Sakura holding that guy back so sugishita could finish him off! I like how he (sakura) has adapted to fighting with a team, so instead of focusing on himself he becomes not only aware of his surroundings but also of his teammates strengths and weaknesses and how to use them!

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Holy shit kiryus face is terrifying here after nirei got hit..

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NIREI WOO

I love that he keeps getting back up...even if he still isn't a great fighter and he doesnt magically become great overnight he shows a lot of courage. (And imo I like how he's still not a super great fighter, it feels more realistic)

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Suo is so sassy and mocking and I love that for him