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Hiiiiiii, Could i request an Anthony Bridgerton x wife!reader fic where Anthony married reader who is from a lower class (basically like Theo) and they end up having a fight because reader did something that would be considered out of class or simply wrong while she’s trying to learn to be a viscountess. Sorry if it didn’t make any sense English isn’t my first language 😭😭😭

All's Fair in Love and Cricket (Anthony Bridgerton x Wife!Reader)

Synopsis: After getting into a fight with your new husband you decide to settle your differences in a 'sporting' fashion, whilst reminding Anthony once and for all just who he married.

A/N: Ohhhhh boy did I enjoy this one. I'm sorry if it feels a little rushed or clunky in places, I may make some more edits at some point. I struggled with the flow of writing so much action but I loved it too much not to post it. So yeah, anxiety be damned else this would join the rest of the unposted drafts I have stashed away. I hope you enjoy it. 💕

Warnings: Anthony being a stupid idiot, class references (discrimination), reference to illness 

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It was late summer and as the sun beat down on the green lawns of St James’ Palace the lords and ladies below began to wilt. Many a woman held her parasol above her head in a desperate attempt to remain cool, which was hard when you wore petticoats and had nothing to do but sit and watch the men play cricket for hours on end.

Even Her Majesty looked like she was struggling to make it through the afternoon's entertainment, her attendants desperately fanning her where she sat under her canopy. They looked close to melting in their ornate gowns, however they were clearly willing to endure if it allowed them to continue admiring the game - and more importantly, those playing it. It was like waving a bone in a dog’s face as they watched all the eligible young men of the court sprinting about the green, their physique and athletic talents on clear display.

No wonder the Queen had her opera glasses with her, despite her proximity to the field. 

You almost felt bad for them, watching as the men were subjected to the same treatment as the young ladies were night after night at social functions… hence the 'almost'. After all, there was a sense of satisfaction watching them preen and dance about like show ponies on display. That, and the view wasn’t exactly a terrible one when your husband was one of those playing. 

You’d have endured sitting on that blasted green a thousand times over, baking in the afternoon sun and surrounded by swooning women, just to watch Anthony Bridgerton as he captained his team. 

Being one of Anthony’s oldest and dearest friends, his competitive nature was well known to you (for which you had one too many games of Pall Mall at Aubrey Hall to thank), but it seemed to be out in full force today. You’d simply lost track of how many times he had dashed back and forth, working up somewhat of a sweat as he barked orders at his teammates in a desperate bid to ensure victory. It was no surprise to you that he had subsequently been forced to remove his jacket and roll up his sleeves, exposing his rather sculpted arms to those watching.  

As you said, there were worse ways to spend an afternoon - and normally, you’d have been smugly lapping it up, however, today you were unable to truly enjoy yourself. Not when all you wanted to do was march over to him, take that cricket bat and give him a good whack or two. Maybe that would knock some sense back into idiot… 

That was the issue with being in love with your dearest friend: those who knew you best also knew the best ways to hurt you, and Anthony’s behaviour at dinner the following evening had proven just how true a statement that was. 

It had all started after the entire family had been summoned to the townhouse for a dinner, to toast you and what had so far been a successful first Season as Viscountess Bridgerton. At first, everything had appeared normal, with the usual laughter, merriment, and ease that one would typically experience at a Bridgerton gathering. It was what had first endeared the family to you, back when you had been but a small child, living at Aubrey Hall as the only daughter of their Stable Master. 

They had never been anything other than kind to you, inviting you to play with their children, and join them in their daily lessons. They had also bought you gifts on your birthdays, invited you to join them at events, and even paid for the finest doctors when your father had fallen unwell several years ago. It was as if, to the Bridgertons, your family was their family - an attitude that they extended to the all members of the staff that kept their ancestral seat running. It didn’t matter if you were Head House Keeper, or the greenest of scullery maids. Everyone was counted and cherished, and the Bridgertons had earned utmost loyalty in return. 

The rigid rules and divisions of high society didn’t appear to exist within the wisteria covered walls, and it had been that way well into your young adult life. In fact, it had been you that had initially rejected Anthony when he first declared his love for you one day, after taking you along with him on one of your many afternoon rides. 

You’d been the one to remind him who he was and that society expected him to marry someone they deemed worthy of him and his title - and that wasn’t you. You didn’t have a penny to your name beyond the small sum you’d saved from helping with the younger Bridgerton children as a governess. You didn’t have a title or an estate or anything to bring to a marriage. 

“Except the most important thing!” Anthony had pleaded. “Love… I love you, and there is no one else for me in this life except you. Life is short, terrifyingly short. Look at my mother and father… to be without the person you love most in the world is an agony and I cannot bear it. Please. I can’t lose you. I will not spend my life without you, knowing love is within both of our reach but that we were too afraid to grasp it? If I cannot spend my life, no matter how long it may be, with you then I will have no-one. No-one. My brothers can have the title. I don’t want it. I only want you.”

He’d continued to insist that for the following 6 months, even after his family had moved to their London house for the Season. It didn’t matter how many beautiful, eligible, wealthy heiresses he was introduced to. He would entertain none of them. He would have none of them. Only you. 

It’s what he’d continued to insist until you’d eventually accepted, realising that he was right; Love was the most important thing and you both deserved to have it in your lives, come what may. 

So, you’d said yes. 

You’d become engaged and gradually made your way out into society as the new Viscountess Bridgerton, armed with the support and guidance of the Bridgertons. 

Which brought you to last night and the dinner that had been organised to mark the end of the most challenging, but rewarding, Season of your life - and the dinner had started so wonderfully. Yet, somehow it had all gone to hell in a hand basket in the mere blink of an eye thanks the well meaning, but ill timed, teasing of Colin and Benedict.

Your brothers-in-law had both decided to raise a toast to your first Season as an ‘official’ member of the family and they'd got off to a rather complimentary start, if you were being honest. However, they had somehow moved from their praise on to reminiscing about the many years and many adventures you had had since joining their family.

Whereas every anecdote had caused the rest of the family to spiral into more laughter, your husband had looked more and more infuriated. In fact, Anthony had warned them not too kindly to ‘sit down’ and ‘shut up’ about your childish behaviours, which of course had only encouraged them further. 

“Oh, hush, brother,” Benedict had quipped, raising a glass to your successful debut. “She knows we mean it all in good fun. After all, she once had a phase where she refused to wear shoes and would walk barefoot around the estate, traipsing mud everywhere! I think we’re allowed to be surprised by how far our dear darling Y/N has come.”

“It’s true - It’s a miracle,” Colin added, wiping the tears of laughter from his cheeks. “The transformation is remarkable. Who knew she would go from feral ragamuffin to lofty Lady Bridgerton.” 

Anthony’s only response had been to tighten his grip on his glass to the point it looked like it would shatter. 

Whether it was the residual stress of your busy social calendar, or something else entirely you had no idea. All you did know was that Anthony was angry, and even your gentle touch would not soothe him. 

In a desperate attempt to calm him, you’d pulled Anthony out onto the terrace shortly after dessert had been cleared and asked what was happening. Much to your surprise, he had turned on you, venting about how childish his brothers were and how embarrassing it was that they were discussing things unbefitting someone who was a Viscountess. 

“They’re just joking, my love. They were doing it to get a rise out of you.”

“Well, it wasn’t funny,” he’d growled, causing you to bristle. “They’re so immature. They need to grow up and realise we’re not children any more. That… that you’re my wife and joint head of this family.”

“So? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t, Anthony,” you snapped, the warning clear in your tone. “What are you trying to say?”

“Nothing, I just - it - they’re… it’s embarrassing.” 

“So, you’re embarrassed? By what? Your family? Or me? Because everything they said tonight is true. I did do those things, as did you. I may not have been born a noble lady but you knew that when you asked me to marry you. So don’t suddenly act like you're ashamed, that you are somehow better than your family - than me.”

Somehow the argument had only spiralled from there, with both of you saying things you didn’t mean, and with both of you storming off and slamming the doors behind you. 

Even now, sat on the edge of the cricket pitch, the thought made your blood boil. How dare he? How dare he act ashamed of you and the wondrous memories of your youth together? It wasn’t as if you hadn’t grown and matured since then. You had done everything within your power to be worthy of him and his family, and yet all it took was one mention of the girl you had once been to make him upset?

As if sensing your silent fury, Eloise had been glued to your side since the moment you'd left the house. Her company had been a blessing, with her numerous whispered remarks and jokes, making the day almost bearable. One remark in particular from Eloise had caused you to burst out laughing in a most undignified fashion after watching Anthony trip over one of the opposite team - the Duke of Hastings of all people. 

You still weren’t quite sure how they had been positioned on opposite teams, but you were sure there was some kind of wicked divine intervention responsible. Who else would think it a good idea to put two competitive men against one another? Your hosts, perhaps? After all, Lady Danbury and Her Majesty had organised the game and you had learned long ago not to underestimate the women - especially when they decided to conspire together. 

“How long is this delightful game again?” Eloise’s polite remark oozed with sarcasm as she leant back against the tree behind her. 

It was obvious she was bored senseless. In fact, you half suspected she would have already left had her mother not been sat on the opposite side of the green, watching her like a hawk. 

“I’m not sure,” you groaned in reply. “I lost count of who was winning about an hour ago.”

“So, we’re to be trapped here for eternity?”

“Pretty much, considering this part will not end until either Simon or Anthony lose, and we both know that neither one of them will concede defeat easily.”

Eloise rolled her eyes. “And I thought they were bad at Pall Mall-”

“-LOOK OUT!”

The cry interrupted both of you as you turned in surprise. Given the so-far sedimentary tone of the day, neither of you had expected such excitement as numerous Lords and Ladies began to hurl themselves out of the way as a stray cricket ball rocketed through the air, towards the crowd. 

“Good god!”

The exclamation seemed apt as both you and Eloise ducked, watching as the ball sailed past, causing several yelps and groans from the people around you. You were pretty sure you also spied a glass of lemonade flying through the air in all the chaos. However, your attention was drawn to the figure charging towards you to retrieve the offending item as it rolled to a stop. 

Anthony.

“Pardon me, Y/N,” he murmured, reaching down to collect the ball that now lay a small distance from your feet. You nodded in greeting, aware of the many eyes watching but you elected not to say anything, not trusting yourself not to make some snide remark.

As it was, you both had barely said more than a handful of words to each other since your argument last night.

Clearly sensing the lingering tension between you, Anthony quickly turned to address his sister instead. “Eloise.”

“Ah, brother," Eloise cheered. "Splendid play so far. Tell me, when did the object of the game become the decapitation of the ton? I would have attended far more cricket matches had I known that was the aim of the game.” 

“You can blame Simon for that one,” he replied, his taunt hidden beneath his neutral smile. “Still, good dodging back there. I thought he might have nearly caught you both.”

“Almost.”

“But alas he missed, like most of your players today,” you quipped, enjoying the way Anthony seemed to redden at the reminder of his team’s less than stellar performance. “Still, good effort. You’ve almost caught up with Her Majesty’s team. I believe that’s better than last year.”

“Well, that might have had something to do with the fact that she does have Simon,” Anthony grumbled. 

It was true, no one could out-run Simon - even if Anthony always gave it a damn good try: hence why the Queen often had him captain her team when he was in London for the season. Besides, the head of the other team was usually Lord Duval, due to his position as the Queen’s chief administrator. However, it seemed his brains and financial strength were all he had, due to the fact his social skills, and athleticism were sorely lacking. 

“Touché, and who is up next?” Eloise asked. 

“I don't actually know. The other team seem to be taking remarkably long to sort themselves out.”

Just then, almost as if on cue, three men began to hurry towards them.

A quick glance revealed that one of the gentlemen who was approaching was Colin Bridgeton, and the other the Duke of Hastings; that much you knew. The third was rather unfamiliar to you, however, you were pretty certain he’d been playing on Simon’s team. Regardless of his identity, neither he nor any of the other gentlemen now stood in front of you looked very pleased. Rather, they looked as if they had all sucked on a lemon, their frowns were so deep.

“Sorry to interrupt ladies, but I must reclaim Lord Bridgerton here for a moment. It appears Anthony will be needed to bowl again,” Simon sighed by way of explanation.

“What on earth for?”

Colin was the first to answer. “Lord Dingby is unable to bowl on account of the heat, and the Baron will not play.” His skepticism was clear as he shot the so called Baron a disapproving look. “He ’twisted his ankle’ or so he claims, thus we are down a bowler and the other team is down a player.”

You all rolled your eyes.

“So then, who will bat?” questioned Eloise curiously. “If Anthony is bowling you still require one more man to take their place on the other team?”

Wasn’t that the question of the hour. However, no one appeared to have an answer, and by the disapproving glare steadily growing on the Queen’s face, they didn’t have long to come up with one. 

“Maybe Lord Stevens?” suggested the third man hastily, staring around at the crowd. 

“No. He injured himself riding the other week,” Simon replied. “And unfortunately our hosts only saw fit to invite enough male guests as were playing. We aren’t exactly spoilt for choice regarding possible options.”

It was true. There didn’t seem to be any visible answer in sight given that those most suited to the game were already positioned on the field. 

“What about female guests though?” 

Your question hung in the air for a moment, causing everyone around you to turn in surprise. 

“Excuse me?” Anthony looked at you suspiciously as you began to rise from your seat. He was well versed enough to know when mischief was afoot. A fact that was proven right a moment later as you held your hand out towards a shocked - and excited - Colin.

He was only too happy to oblige your silent request as he placed the bat in your grip. It was rapidly becoming the most exciting event of the season and lord knows he wasn’t about to spoil the fun - especially if he got to rub salt into Anthony’s wounds at the same time. 

After all, given his display the previous evening, it was time you truly gave him something to feel embarrassed about. Losing.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Perfectly,” you smiled. “You’ve seen me when we’ve played Pall Mall. I have a decent enough swing. Besides, you said yourselves you need an extra player and there isn’t exactly anyone suited left - not anyone male, anyway.” 

“Anthony?” 

To his credit, your husband was also smiling, even if you could see the sudden tension forming behind his perfect smile. “I see no problem with it. I’m sure our hosts would prefer the game finished rather than called off because we ran out of players.” 

“Agreed. Well, it’s settled then.” Simon cheered, clapping a hand on Anthony’s shoulder as they looked back towards the field. “It seems she will be taking his go.” 

Then they noticed the rain cloud of a man next to them.

"She can’t play!” protested the third man. Everyone looked at him in silent disbelief. “This is a gentleman’s game. A Lady can not play."

“Her Majesty seems to have no objections,” Eloise commented smugly, glancing across the field. Indeed, it was true Her Majesty seemed to have no objections to the turn of events, choosing instead to exchange a wad of pound notes with the man beside her. If anything she looked exhilarated by the prospect. "Besides, I doubt a feeble female such as ourselves will pose any threat to your team, your Lordship.” 

“Well… I… Bridgerton, I still don’t think-” 

Thankfully, Anthony was all too busy gazing at you to take any notice of the pompous oaf’s objections. 

It was a look you were more than familiar with, the unspoken desire and encouragement obvious in the way his gaze softened. It was the same look he always gave you when you’d done something amazing (and most things were amazing in his eyes). It didn't matter if it was taming a particularly unruly horse, solving a maths problem that left the rest of them scratching their heads, or daring to step onto the dance floor at your first ball, knowing not another soul in that room other than him.  

It was a look that made you feel invincible. That you could do anything and everything you put your mind to as long as you had Anthony cheering you on from the sidelines... you were a team. Always.

"Anthony?" you asked, the challenge obvious - but also your sincerity. If he truly did not want you to play then you'd have marched back to your chair and sat right back down.

You'd meant it before. You loved your husband and wanted nothing more than to be the best partner you could be. Your hurt from last night had stemmed from the fear that, for a moment, that wasn't enough for him anymore.

Fortunately, it appeared you were wrong. Your husband wasn't embarrassed by you. If anything, he looked ready to kiss the ground you walked on as he leaned over and whispered in your ear, "If you can get four runs, I will personally pay you 5 pounds."

"You have a deal," you laughed. "As it is, women and ladies alike play cricket up and down the country. It’s high time we had a chance to show you boys up."

The other man began to protest again. "My Lady, my La-" 

He never got very far. You simply stopped, turning and handing him your parasol and shawl.

"Thank you," you cheered marching away.

He paused, taken aback. It didn’t help that Eloise was only too eager to firmly pull him back into your now vacant seat with a glare that could have melted ice. 

All around applause broke out as the players resumed their positions on the field. It took a moment or two for them to prepare for play but now everyone seemed to be watching intently. 

Oh well, if you were to dare to play at all then you may as well dare to achieve something from it, you mused, gripping the bat handle and aligning yourself with the wicket. Victory seemed a rather good start, especially given the fact you had no idea what Lady Whistledown would make of this turn of affairs. You’d already had a shocking enough entrance into the world of the Ton, what was one more daring display?

"Go easy, Lord Bridgerton," the referee cautioned from the side of the green. 

Anthony nodded obediently at the crowd’s titters. You could see the restraint he was demonstrating, choosing not to hurl the ball at you the way he would had you both been in the privacy of your home. Instead, it took all his will power to grip the cricket ball and resume his position on the field. 

Unfortunately, you never knew when best to desist from poking proverbial bears. That, and Anthony was too easy a target. 

"Yes, do go easy on me," you jibed. Everyone who knew you could hear the sarcasm buried in your voice as you took the bat and fluttered your eyelashes at him. "I’m only a delicate woman, but I must endeavour to ensure her Majesty’s team at least has an opportunity to best you, Lord Bridgerton. You’re only losing by what? A few wickets?" 

Oh. You were in for it now. 

Anthony’s grin was devious as he stepped back a few paces, weighing the ball in his hand till finally he charged at you, swinging his arm over in the perfect bowl. 

It was then you brought up your bat to send the ball back in a high arc. 

There was a moment of stunned silence as everyone followed the ball with their eyes. It was as if they couldn’t believe you’d actually managed to hit it. However, the shock quickly wore off as everyone remembered the point of hitting the ball in the first place. 

"GO!" came a yell from the crowd as excitement began to spread. 

So, you did.

Hitching your skirts in one hand, you began to sprint towards the other set of wickets, grinning as your partner passed you along the way. 

Of course, you would have liked to protest that you could have indeed run faster had you not been encumbered by your stays and petticoats. Your slippers were also rather terrible for any movement. What you wouldn’t have given for a pair of trousers right then. 

"Come on!" came another yell - it seemed as if everyone was forgetting their dignity in all the excitement as you tore back and forth across the grass in a mad blur. 

Had it been anyone but you, it would have been a terribly scandalous moment. Yet, your name - and the status of your betrothed - meant this was all merely seen as sport. Besides, from the way Her Majesty was whooping from her perch by the trees, it was clear where her loyalties lay.

"Come on Y/N!"

"Anthony! Run!"

"Over here!"

"Come on!"

The cries blurred into one as you finally turned at what you planned on being your final run, only to spot Anthony as he came sprinting back towards you… and the wicket.

"Oh no, you don’t," you laughed, charging onwards in a final burst of energy. 

You could hardly catch your breath as the world slowed around you. 

All that remained was you, Anthony, and the closing distance between you. 

You could see his desperation laced with delight as he watched you stagger towards the wicket… just as the ball he’d thrown hit it.

"IN!" 

The referee’s declaration initiated an eruption of noise as all around the green, men and women celebrated the spectacle they’d just witnessed, and the victory you had now ensured.  Within seconds you were swarmed, mobbed by well wishers and triumphant team mates. There were so many hugs and snatched ‘well done’s that you were quite at a loss what to do other than stand there and accept it. Thankfully, Anthony seemed to have read your mind and was at your side as soon as he was able to fight through the jubilant throng. 

The moment he reach you he took your hand in his. His expression was a mixture of awe and contrition, clearly unsure what to say to you.

"Good game," he praised. "Simon better watch out - I think Her Majesty will be asking you to captain her team next year."

"What a tremendous idea, Lord Bridgerton. I may just do that."

As if summoned by the very mention of her, a voice rang out clearly from behind you. Without even turning you knew exactly who was standing behind you, as the throng suddenly fell silent around you and parted like the Red Sea. In all the excitement you had failed to notice the Royal party making their way across the field to join in the celebrations. 

With a gulp, you turned and dropped into the most respectful curtsey you could manage without falling flat on your face. "Y - your Majesty."

The Queen chuckled. "I must thank you, Lady Bridgerton, for providing such excitement to our proceedings today. I also must thank you for the twenty pounds I just procured off of Brimbsley - that’ll teach him to bet against me."

You merely dipped your head in gratitude, unsure whether this was actually happening or not. After all, the closest the you’d ever been to monarch was your hasty presentation several months ago and that had barely earned you more than a curious glance, like you had been some exotic animal on parade at the Zoo. And now, the Queen was addressing you? A lowly Stable Master’s daughter? 

It was enough to make you feel as if this was all some kind of surreal dream. 

"Anyone who bets against your Majesty deserves to be relieved of their coin."

"True, True," she preened, gesturing for you and everyone else to rise. "I gather you have played this game before?"

"Growing up around the Bridgertons ensured I had little alternative," you confirmed, relieved when the Queen proceeded to chuckle good-naturedly. 

"I dare say you didn’t, my dear. Well, it certainly makes for a rather entertaining afternoon, as well as a victorious one. Perhaps we aught to have women playing more often." She turned her head and chose to direct her next words directly to your husband. "You’ve chosen quite the bride, Lord Bridgerton - you are to be congratulated on choosing such a spirited partner. I hope you realise how lucky you are."

"Indeed, your Majesty," Anthony replied, the earnestness clear in his eyes. "I’ve realised just how truly unique and remarkable she is… and how lucky I am that she chose to be on my team, even if not on the cricket pitch."

Another round of laughter echoed out at his declaration but you knew it was more than just a jest. In fact, by the all-too-clear pride radiating off of the eldest Bridgerton you knew what he truly meant with his honeyed praise.  

It was all the apology you could need and had you not been in such company you’d have dragged him into the bushes and shown him just how much you forgave him. Besides, your victory on the Cricket pitch was enough pay-back for both of you. 

As if sensing the amorous tension steadily rising around her, the Queen chose that moment to make a well-timed departure, in search of a refreshment. She barely gave you all a final nod before marching off to greet the rest of her guests, leaving you stood there with a rather gobsmacked expression on your face. 

"Well… that really happened," you murmured, struggling to maintain your newfound confidence now that the whole saga had come to an end. "Did I actually just do that? Did the Queen actually just … talk to me?"

"She really did," Anthony confirmed, hands grazing yours nervously, as if unsure whether or not you’d accept his touch. However, your hands accepted his readily, fingers intertwining as you squeezed his palm in an obvious attempt to ground yourself. "You truly were incredible today - I know you don’t need to hear it but, for what it’s worth, I am proud of you." 

"Thank you."

"And I truly am sorry for being such a world class fool, last night," he continued swiftly, clearly keen to make his apology whilst you were willing to receive it. "I didn’t mean to make you feel as if I was embarrassed by you. I never could be. It couldn’t be further from the truth. I was vexed with my brothers and because of several other trivial matters, but I allowed my temper to get the better of me and I handled it poorly. I lashed out at the wrong person - the one person who deserves nothing less than to be told how incredible she is, every single day. I am unworthy of you, Y/N. I know no one else in the entire world so awe inspiring and to let you think otherwise for even a moment was my failing entirely. You are brave and smart and funny and kind and beautiful-"

"Ok, Anthony. I get it."

"-and I am unworthy of someone with such skill on the cricket pitch-"

"Anthony," you squealed, trying to hide your laughter as he pulled you into his arms and smothered your face in kisses. "It’s fine. I forgive you. After all, I also lost my temper and said some things I didn’t mean. Can we just agree we’re both sorry and put this mess behind us?"

"Yes! God yes," he sighed, looking like a weight had visibly lifted from his shoulder. "Because I really do not like fighting with you. Instead, I think we should be enjoying your victory parade. Today is your triumph, after all - the Queen’s champion." 

"Hmmm, I rather like that title," you purred, gazing up at him. "But between us? I prefer being your wife, much much more."

[artzychic27]

Now that all four posts are out, let’s see all the kids from the classes just being a chaotic family at Pride!

Nino, Marc, Nathaniel, Ayesha, Reshma, and Eri are just casually adopting pride kids like it is no one's business

When Adrien, Jesse, and Austin B go missing, you'll know because Candace, Soo-Yeon, Nino, Marc, Austin Q, Mireille, and Aurore are screaming so loud, that they sound like sirens

A scene no one will forget is when Evie and Aurore reenacted scenes from Star Wars with their parasols as lightsabers

Adrien, Aggie, Ondine, and Margo are always dressing as Disney princesses. They dressed as the Madrigal girls (Isabela, Mirabel, Dolors, and Luisa) to protest the fact that Mirabel was not included in the Disney Princess lineup yet

Margo, Reshma, and Marc just casually throw scarves they knitted into the crowd

Kendra and DJ are Anais' impulse control. If it doesn't throw a rainbow smoke bomb at protesters, then they will

Ismael, Aggie, and Lotta are just skating by on their skateboards and throwing confetti

Mireille and Roxie got into a friendly boxing match, making everyone get nosebleeds... In a good way

Some say the first glitter bomb fell from the sky... Others say Victoria threw it... Anyway, Austin T and Marc are BEASTS at the Glitter Wars

Victoria and Mona "accidentally" roll over protesters' feet

Brecken and Zoé dressed as Bonnie and Clyde (respectively) and Evie and Cosette couldn't handle how hot they looked

Soo-Yeon, Adrien, and Victoria teach kids how to sink a basket

Anthony, Eri, Missy, Roxie, and Juleka have a contest to see how many protesters they can scare by the end of the day

Candace, Nino, and Luka come up with the best cheers to mess with protesters

Staci and Chloé have a contest to see how many TERFs they can make cry before the day is over

Eloise and Max do the anime glasses thing

Marc and Ayesha are just walking pride flags

Max, Alix, Dot, Austin B, and Ismael casually do the splits while in AroAce colors, because that's the AroAce agenda

Marc, Nathaniel, Ayesha, Adrien, Alya, Luka, Eri, Missy, Jesse, Anais, Margo, Mona, Eloise, Ondine, Jean, Reshma, Myléne, Austin Q, and Beck all cosplayed as characters from Rock and Riot

Dot and Mason are here with their rainbow binders to ensure everyone stays on schedule... And maybe get some cotton candy

Aggie, Kagami, Lacey, and Alya have swords and are not afraid to use them

The tall people are here to LOOM over protesters and kiss their significant others or just any cute person

Mona and Simon make sure to capture their friends all on video. They may or may not have footage of who started the Glitter War

The truth is, no matter what you do, Marinette's gonna find a way to bedazzle everything you own

Nathaniel and Alya are just casually nerding out about Marvel and DC and making jocks simp

Nino and Dot have brought baby leashes for just about everyone

Anthony and Austin T cannot and will not resist their boyfriends' puppy eyes

Austin A, Rose, and Kendra cosplayed as Elle Woods

Chloé ever so casually dips Sabrina and kisses her in front of protesters while Spinelli throws rainbow confetti around them

Petra, Nathaniel, and Spinelli were commissioned to paint a mural for Pride

Reshma, Marc, and Denise have matching tank tops that say 'Glamazons'

Ivan and Brecken casually nod to each other as their girlfriends carry them

Roxie and Mireille are here to kick TERF's ass and kiss girls. And they're all out of girls to kiss! (with consent)

Juleka and Anthony casually nod to each other before kissing their short sunshine significant others

Some say that if Reshma, Aggie, Aurore, Zoé, Margo, and Juleka are together in the same spot, the island of Lesbos will rise to the sky

Rochelle and Nathaniel are just a couple of sugar fiends. If they have too much, they're likely going to start a cult

Beck wards off homophobes with their hockey stick

Jean and Austin T have a fan club

Austin Q drop-kicked some guy who tried to drug Aggie's drink. He was soon knighted by the Queen of Lesbians... Reshma

Parker, Denise, Ivan, Kim, Roxie Luka, Marinette, Austin Q, Ondine, Brecken, and Gia getting into muscle-flexing contests is good for no one's health

Austin T. and Cosette ride on Marinette's shoulders as they pass out cupcakes... And occasionally throw pies at TERFs

Reshma somehow got a kiss from both Margo and Lacey, and she promptly fainted

Denise and Evie yell at protesters in Spanish, and their boyfriends have no idea what they're saying, but they just look so gorgeous when they're angry

Cosette and Austin A both dress their pets in drag

Cosette, Austin A, and Eri have suitcases filled with just makeup in case anyone needs a touch-up

Evie, Mireille, and Mindy made everyone simp by singing an operatic rendition of Poker Face

Kendra, Missy, and Nathaniel spray-painted several protesters' cars. No one's ever caught them

Simon and Mona made sure to get it all on video! The moment when Austin A and Spinelli finally kissed!

The Dykes on Bikes adore Austin B, Marc, and Roxie

Rochelle and Austin B somehow got blackmail on fifty-five protesters, and they just gave them money to leave them alone

Petra and Nathaniel handle all your face-painting needs

Mireille and Parker teach the pride kids a few fighting moves

Austin B, Eloise, and Max all DOMINATE at the Gay-ming stations

Cue Max, Simon, Anais, and Gerard hacking into electronic billboards so they all play animatics made by Ayesha and Nathaniel

After a while, Dot and Mason say it's time for a break, and they all head to a cafe where a comedy drag show happens to be in progress

When the day is over and things wind down to make way for the after-hours party their teachers (and some parents)will be attending, they get rides from Rafael Béaureal, Félice Quinlan, and their respective friends in the backs of their pickup trucks (Because they both for sure have friends with pickup trucks) back home (Spinelli gets a ride from Beck on the back of their motorcycle, though)

@msweebyness @imsparky2002

[cherieetcherries]

Which artist I think wayv members would be drawn by:

♡𝐊𝐮𝐧 could be drawn by 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐕𝐚𝐧 𝐆𝐨𝐠𝐡♡

❥Vase with the twelve sunflowers, 1888

❥Self portrait, 1887

❥People strolling in a park in Paris, 1886

❥Wheat field with Cypresses, 1889

❥ Self-portrait with grey felt hat, 1887

❥Meadow in the mountains: Le Mas de Saint-Paul, 1889

♡𝐓𝐞𝐧 could be drawn by 𝐘𝐢𝐳𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐞♡

❥7-30

❥7-26

❥7-4

❥Pink+!

❥0_0

❥6-27 6-28

♡𝐖𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧 could be drawn by 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞-𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐫♡

❥Woman with a parasol in a garden, 1875

❥The skiff, 1875

❥La Promenade, 1870

❥The swing, 1876

❥Path through the woods, 1874

❥La Grenouillere, 1869

♡𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐧 could be drawn by 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭♡

❥The water lily pond, 1899

❥Water lilies, 1919

❥Women in the garden, 1866

❥Irises, 1914

❥Luncheon on the grass, 1865-66

❥On the bank of the Sienne, Bennecourt, 1868

♡𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐲 could be drawn by 𝐆𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐯 𝐊𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐭♡

❥Water serpents ii, 1907

❥Beethoven frieze, 1902

❥Portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer i, 1903-07

❥Danae, 1908

❥The kiss, 1908

❥Lady with a fan, 1918

♡𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠 could be drawn by 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐢♡

❥The persistence of memory, 1931

❥The Burning Giraffe, 1937

❥Swans reflecting elephants, 1937

❥Woman with a head of roses, 1935

❥The temptation of St. Anthony, 1946

❥Dream caused by the flight of a bee around a pomegranate a second before awakening, 1944

[miss-americana-bridgerton]

Bridgerton cousin

I like to think that the Bridertons have an American cousin who is just like The Most Southern romance of all time. Like full on Oaklahoma!, Gone With The Wind (I think, I haven’t read it yet), she gets tied to the train tracks once by bandits who hold her for ransom.

Her Daddy is a rich railroad investor who is a robberbaron but loves his little girl, and she wears southern belle dresses and says “Oh My Lawd!” While holding a little parasol and fanning herself.

Her love interest is a good natured Native Cowboy who chews tobacco and says “Yehp, aye reyckon.” But gets real mean if you mess with “his girl”

They all live in like Kansas or South Carolina or smth lmao, and her name is like The Most Southern, like Magnolia Astorbilt

Her cousins are ASTOUNDED by her. Hyacinth and Gregory think she is the COOLEST person ever, Francesca smiles politely, Eloise is positively fascinated and they talk about books and social rules, Colin asks her all about America, Benedict is amused by the absolute bluntness of her words, and also constantly irritated by the fact that she refuses to accept help from a “gentleman”, and Anthony’s eye twitches whenever she’s around

[msweebyness]

Hey Msweebyness, I got a question: What is the Theater kids aesthetics? What about the recess kids?

Well, I can’t speak for the Recess Kids, they belong to Artzy! But here are the theater kids:

Missy: Mostly punk aesthetic, she wears spikes and chains, but she mixes it with a lot of bright colors.

Jesse: Kind of casual theater kid, he wears a lot of jeans and hoodies, but his shirts usually have graphics of plays and musicals.

Ayesha: Kind of a Rainbow Brite aesthetic, tbh. She wears BRIGHT colors, with yellow being her favorite. Everything about it says “RAY OF SUNSHINE.”

Eri: Full Gothic Lolita. Black, Lace, Silk, Skirts, Parasol, gloves, the works.

Anthony: Goth Boi, he wears almost all black. Also a bit of punk in there. His signature accessory is a leather black trench coat.

Roxie: PUNK to the max. That is all.

Evie: Kind of casual Southern Belle type fashion. She wears a lot of dresses, or blouses and skirts. She also likes to wear gloves and carry a parasol.

Brecken: Country boy…but with a jock edge. Like he’ll wear running shoes and a sports jersey, but with jeans and a flannel shirt with the sleeves torn off.

Soo-Yeon: Kind of athletic, I guess. He normally wears like jeans and T-shirts, but with his basketball shoes and jacket.

Candace: Very Prep Style, but she mixes it with her cheer gear.

Dot: Kind of like Sabrina’s style tbh, but a little less femme. She prefers pants to skirts, and really likes pinstripe patterns.

Petra: Decora Kei Gal. SO much color, so many accessories.

Anais: NEEEEERD. She likes to wear geek specs. They wear sweater vests and little ties. Loafers all day. And it makes it work.

Eloise: Very sensible. A khakis girl. Polo shirts and cardigans. Durable shoes.

Parker: Big Soldier Aesthetic. Think of Axel or Brick from Total Drama. Lots of Camo and cargo stuff, big boots, dog tags. The works.

Mona: Very casual and cozy, sweats fanatic. But they also love accessories.

Aggie: Sk8r Girl. But she also amps it up with punk accessories.

Staci: Casual Athletic Style. Kinda think of Rule 63 Kim for her style. Athletic brands, sweats, etc.

Margo: Comfy-Winter-core. She wears cable knit sweaters, boots and gloves. She also loves to wear her DIY accessories.

@imsparky2002 @artzychic27

[pandagirl45]

A vampire AU that I talked with someone about in a server

Tony being adopted by Dracula. Tony being oddly use to dracula weird tendency.

The Prince of Darkness standing out in the sun with a thick parasol, slightly smoking: Anthony

Tony: DAD! *hops over to him holding his black cape* I drew us *shows a picture of them*

Then of course years later, Tony trying to be all co leader, Dracula forms out of the shadows showing tony lunch: Anthony

Tony: Dad, *bright red taking his lunch* I'll see you at home *looks at everyone who looks terrified* what?

Clint: DRACULA? YOU WEREN'T LYING?!

Tony: -_- No...

[recordrolli]

Discovery the laundry guy

DISCOVERY THE LAUNDRY GUY FULL

Q: I met you a few years ago at your Mall of America Laundry Camp. Given his busy schedule, we were lucky to speak to him about his influences and get some laundry tips. Before Mona Williams, Richardson’s boutique at the Mall of America, his first storefront was at 18 University, across from Surdyk’s. Patric Richardson is a very big deal now – he has a new book release and television show starting this week. Anthony Falls Lock and Dam to a world class destination and visitor center. ZeSa Fitness is the all-encompassing balance, strength and cardio workout that suits and challenges everyone from beginners to fitness enthusiasts and elite athletes. Promoting the art of film as a medium that fosters cross-cultural understanding, education, entertainment, and exploration.Įnhancing the Minneapolis riverfront environment-for people and pollinators.īalance is Strength/Strength is Balance. Maximizing the visitor experience of Minneapolis for the economic benefit of our community, making Minneapolis the destination of choice among travelers. We preserve and share the diverse stories of Hennepin County, MN. Hennepin History Museum is your history, your museum. Residential Real Estate professionals serving Downtown Minneapolis & Riverfront since 1999. It's refreshing & I really really hope for season 2 to start soon.Thanks to our community partners, whose support makes Mill City Times possible: This show is just pleasant and easy to watch. Please renew this wonderful, loving show because its s gift to any one who watches it. This show is so charming and gives amazing laundry tips and Patric is a gem. Love this show! Patric is just what we need! Love the tips and storylines! Too many cooking and remodeling shows! Cannot wait for Season 2, please renew!! Love love love him and his products!! I’m have much success and I want to see more! I Miss Patric!! We don’t need another remodeling show! We need the practical, folksy tips that the Laundry Guy offers! HGTV is doing its audience a disservice if they don’t pick it up for a 2nd season. Patric Richardson is a breath of fresh air, knowledgeable and genuine. Just a good program without all the drama. I love the Laundry Guy! Not only do we learn more about laundry stains and the right agent to use, there is always an interesting human story to go with it. I’ve been waiting and hoping for another season. It is comforting and makes me want to watch the episodes more than once.

DISCOVERY THE LAUNDRY GUY FULL

You have an object that is full of memories and ❤️ to make that cherished doll or jacket look brand new is priceless. I love home improvement programs but this is different. I check every week for a new show of the Laundry Guy. Moreover, this show has actually inspired me to work on my own laundry ( something which I normally hate to do), and his tips really do work!!! I have a stained antique parasol, which I wish he would help me with. I am OBSESSED with this show! I feel that Patric is adorable, charming, and so genuinely interested in people’s stories. It’s a privilege that I get to wash these things for my clients.” “I always say you do laundry for the people you love,” added Patric. In addition to mending the pieces, Patric offers families the expert knowledge and tools they need to preserve them in the future. He also provides solutions for other common problems with garments, such as removing stains, reviving fading colors and treating the most delicate fabrics without sending them to the dry cleaners. Throughout the season, Patric brings new life to his clients’ most precious possessions, including removing stains from a decades-old denim three-piece suit and cleaning a 1930s-era child’s coat and hat. When it comes to stains and the stories behind them, everything comes out in the wash.” We wear our lives’ stories - from first dates to wedding days to bundles of baby joy. “While the methods have changed, some things never will. “Clean clothes are a privilege,” says Patric. In each episode of The Laundry Guy, he shares his signature tips and tricks, do-it-yourself hacks and real-life takeaways, from folding a pesky fitted sheet to making a delicious cocktail. An entrepreneur and author, Patric gained national recognition for his sold-out “laundry camps” that teach his unique approach to cleaning and caring for garments.

[trustmarketplace]

Merline finetunes

It also also includes shareholders such as FONO (the Norwegian independent record labels’ association) and NOPA (the Norwegian association for music composers and lyricists). We look forward to driving growth opportunities for the expanded client base both at home and abroad.”įinetunes and Phonofile combined their ownership in 2016 under the SendR umbrella – a holding company that is predominantly owned by finetunes founders Henning Thieß and Göttlich. “The Orchard’s independent spirit and structure makes this acquisition a true ‘win-win’ for all involved. “The addition of these two respected companies to The Orchard further establishes our strong service offering across the continent and beyond,” said Manlio Celotti, managing director of The Orchard Europe. In joining together, we believe we have an exciting opportunity to provide even greater levels of service and global reach to our local clients.” Both teams are extremely knowledgeable and passionate, and they do an excellent job representing some of the most prestigious and important independent labels in Germany and the Nordics respectively. “Their addition greatly enhances our local representation in two of Europe’s key digital entertainment markets. So light, he didn't have time to finetune his negotiating strategy before he pulled. “We’re honored to welcome finetunes and Phonofile to The Orchard family,” added Brad Navin, CEO of The Orchard. An Anthology Christine Rimmer, Merline Lovelace, Christy Jeffries. We feel confident that our labels will be best positioned for a healthy and prosperous future alongside The Orchard, who is dedicated to serving independents on a global level.” Meanwhile, Finetunes founder and authorised officer Oke Göttlich, welcomed the deal: “Today is a big day for our finetunes family. That value flows only one way, and it is not to the indie labels and their artists who actually create that value.” "Merlin has long been vocal about our concerns that the majors, via their faux-indie imprints, are land-grabbing independents rights in order to bolster their market shares and use the value of those indie artists to extract disproportionate value from the market in their negotiations with digital services. AKA Black Jazz Consortium drop this at Shapes a few weeks back and it. “This is not positive news for the indie labels and artists affected by this deal," he said. Todays track of the day is this dark and moody Techno romper from Anthony Parasole. However, Merlin CEO Charles Caldas, was quick to speak out against the acquisition, claiming that such acquisitions will have a negative impact on the indie market. Labels distributed by Finetunes and Phonofile will receive access to The Orchard’s services in over 25 territories worldwide, offering physical sales and distribution, global digital marketing, playlist promotion, interactive marketing, digital advertising, synch licensing, video services, performance/neighboring rights collections, and artist royalty processing and more. The deal will see both companies become wholly owned subsidiaries of The Orchard, expanding its presence across Europe. Series Title : Communications in Computer and Information ScienceĮBook Packages : Computer Science, Computer Science (R0)Ĭopyright Information : Springer Nature Singapore Pte Ltd.Distribution specialist The Orchard, which is owned by Sony, has acquired two independent distributors in the form of Germany’s Finetunes and Phonofile AS of Norway, which will each become wholly owned subsidiaries of The Orchard. wasn't planning to go anywhere until I picked Tommy up from school. Big Data, Security and Privacy, Smart City and Industry 4.0 Applicationsīook Subtitle : 8th International Conference, FDSE 2021, Virtual Event, November 24–26, 2021, ProceedingsĮditors : Tran Khanh Dang, Josef Küng, Tai M. Book Title : Future Data and Security Engineering.

[cidbi]

Thrissur, formerly known as Thirussivaperoor, is often directed to as the cultural capital of Kerala. The spectacular festival of Thrissur Pooram is a sight for sore eyes. Magnificently decorated elephants are lined-up while the rhythms of the percussion fill the air to begin the kudamattom ceremony – a ritual of switching umbrellas. This is one of the most awaited rituals as the rhythmic changing of vibrant parasols is a joy to witness. Another highlight is the Ilanjithara Melam, a percussion arrangement that lifts the crowd to euphoria.

The rich cultural history, friendly nature of people, and precious landscapes make Thrissur one of the most chosen localities to buy a flat & live in. The city boasts of prestigious institutions such as the Kerala Sahitya Akademi which facilitates the Malayalam language and literature, Kerala Sangeetha Nataka Akademi, and the Kerala Kalamandalam, which imparts knowledge and activity in classical dance and music of the state.

The bounty of nature blesses this favoured tourist spot abundantly – whether it is the Athirapally waterfalls or the elephant sanctuary of Punnathur Kotta in Guruvayur or the Vadakkunnathan Temple, there are plenty of natural resources. Thrissur is also known as the golden capital of Kerala since it is a central hub for developing and manufacturing gold ornaments in South India.

Best Localities to Buy Flats in Thrissur

Punkunnam

Punkunnam – is a residential & commercial area that is also renowned for its temples and churches. The zone houses the Punkunnam Siva Temple, Kuttankulangara Sri Krishna Temple, and the Punkunnam Seetha Ramaswamy Temple. Several banks are encountered in this town that has seen a massive transformation in a short span of time. Old, neglected buildings have been demolished and newer structures have come up, and wider roads are ending traffic woes. This has additionally led to excellent connectivity to railway stations, commercial hubs, and gratuity healthcare facilities.

Ollur Road, Kuttanellur

Kuttenellur is a residential area simply six kilometres away from the Swaraj Round. This place houses the Oushadhi – a government task for the manufacture of Ayurvedic medicines. A favoured suburban area in Kuttenellur is Ollur – a prominent business centre in the Thrissur district.

The establishment of St. Anthony’s Forane Church in 1718 is the first recorded narrative of Ollur. This church was instrumental in institutionalising the first preparatory school in 1896. Ollur is too famous for the Edakkunni Sri Durga Bhagavathy Temple – considered to be one of the 108 Durga temples built by Parasurama.

Oller's wooden packing box units provided wooden packing cases to the military during the first world war and always have around 300 units in the suburb. The region that has over 20 tile factories in Ollur, exports tiles to the adjacent states of Karnataka and Tamil Nadu.

[viciouscyclesradio]

Event Flyer Roll Call: Oct '23

A visual gallery of selected events in the tri-state area

[skullcrushd]

"Anthony Parasole Boiler Room NYC DJ Set" by Boiler Room

[qqueenofhades]

20+ Books That You (Might Actually Want) To Read During Pride Month!

Right, so. I got annoyed after seeing the list referenced in this post last night, told myself that my books are all packed up so I couldn’t do anything about it, and lasted all of a whopping 10 minutes before picking up my phone and attempting to make my own list instead. Behold, my from-memory attempt to present 20 books with strong LGBTQ plots, characters, and/or authors, that DON’T just rely on Suffering and Identity Politics and are... you know... fun.

Listed in alphabetical order by title. Links take you to Bookshop.org, where you can buy them from your local independent bookstore at a discount and NOT from the evil empire.

1. A Master of Djinn – P. Djeli Clark * author of color * steampunk Cairo in 1912 * djinn! magic! murder mystery! * butch Arab lesbian main character * devout hijabi Muslim badass assistant * anticolonial alternate history

2. An Accident of Stars – Foz Meadows (Sequel: A Tyranny of Queens) * trans author * bi, pan, trans, aro representation * racially diverse characters * all female POV characters * high-fantasy world adventures

3. Boyfriend Material – Alexis Hall * queer author * look I love this book SO MUCH and have absolutely screamed about it before but also I LOVE IT SO MUCH * contemporary M/M fake dating in modern London, complete with full cast of disaster found-family queer friends * it is. fucking. HILARIOUS. I almost died the first time reading it * there is a sequel called HUSBAND MATERIAL scheduled to be released in 2022; I am a normal amount of excited for this book

4. Gideon the Ninth – Tamsyn Muir (Sequel: Harrow the Ninth) * the book cover says “Lesbian necromancers explore a haunted palace in space!” * that is exactly what you get * slow-burn enemies-to-lovers F/F main romance * I cannot describe this book, it is dark, genre-bendy, science fiction-y, Hunger-Games-with-lesbian-necromancers-in space? Kinda? I have literally never read anything like it * also fucking HILARIOUS

5. One Last Stop – Casey McQuiston * queer author (who wrote Red White and Royal Blue) * bisexual fat girl from the South/lesbian-daughter-of-Chinese immigrants from the 1970s-riot-grrl main romance * time traveling mystery involving the Q train in Brooklyn (mentions Brighton Beach ahem) * magical realism * many more found-family chaotic queers including a trans Latino psychic and a Black accountant by day/drag queen by night and the mean little gay disaster who has a hopeless crush on them

6. Parasol Protectorate (series) – Gail Carriger * this is one of my favorite series, and there are five books: Soulless, Changeless, Blameless, Heartless, and Timeless * steampunk vampires/werewolves late Victorian London, like Jane Austen crossed with P.G. Wodehouse (they are all fucking hilarious) * pretty much everyone is queer; we got your flamboyantly camp gay vampires (Lord Akeldama ftw!) We got your gay werewolves! We got your lesbian French inventors! We got your big disaster idiot werewolf main male love interest! We got your crazy adventures! You name it we got it! * two spin-off novellas: Romancing the Werewolf (M/M) and Romancing the Inventor (F/F) * she has a ton more books in this same universe and writes sexy queer supernatural romance as G.L. Carriger

7. Plain Bad Heroines – Emily M. Danforth * queer author * historical horror-comedy set between a haunted girls’ school in early-1900s New England and in the modern day * all sapphic female main characters * plays with style/form/voice, a story within a story within a story

8. Red White and Royal Blue – Casey McQuiston * you’ve probably heard of it but here I am reccing it again * the biracial son of the first female POTUS falls in love with the Prince of England; shenanigans absolutely ensue * yes, the British monarchy still absolutely sucks a big fat dick * hilarious, heartfelt, reads like fanfic, just go get it, it will change your life

9. Rosaline Palmer Takes The Cake – Alexis Hall * same author as Boyfriend Material, this is his newest * bisexual female protagonist * absolutely perfect satire of The Great British Bake Off (you can tell this man has watched EVERY SINGLE SERIES and all of the holiday specials) * sweet and surprisingly thoughtful

10. Starless – Jacqueline Carey * genderqueer/transmasculine main character of color * almost all main characters are brown people! * lush Middle Eastern/India-inspired fantasy world * gods, prophecies, monsters * the best Oh God Why Me I Am A Horrible Mentor wise-old-mentor

11. The Future of Another Timeline – Annalee Newitz * nonbinary (they/them) author * time travel but make it The Handmaid’s Tale * will probably make your head explode * feminist, queer, subversive * diverse characters

12. The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue – Mackenzi Lee * queer author * technically YA but historical/magical adventure set in the 1700s * bisexual disaster main protagonist and love interest of color * (mis)adventures across Europe * has a sequel (see below) with the badass asexual sister of the protagonist

13. The Hate Project – Kris Ripper * nonbinary/genderqueer author * M/M enemies to lovers/sex with no strings attached (spoiler alert: strings attached) * HECKING HILARIOUS * sweet, escapist, and very low stakes * diverse characters, including fat protagonist with realistic anxiety disorder

14. The Lady's Guide to Petticoats and Piracy – Mackenzi Lee * PIRATES, obviously * sequel to Gentleman’s Guide * asexual female protagonist * strong queerplatonic f/f friendship * more historical/magical 18th century adventures

15. The Last Rune (series) – Mark Anthony * Imma be real with you chief, I haven’t read this series since I was a clueless teenager with no idea why I liked Gay Stuff so much, so if it does turn out to suck now, don’t throw rotten veggies at me * but especially since it was written in the NINETIES, this series was hella progressive?! * gay characters, disabled characters, characters of color, all playing significant and heroic roles in six-book epic fantasy cycle * people from Earth end up in high-fantasy world of Eldh * endgame M/M romance for the main character * books out of print, I think, but you can find them cheap somewhere like AbeBooks; first one (Beyond the Pale) linked above

16. The Library of the Unwritten – A.J. Hackwith * queer author * heaven-hell-Valhalla supernatural adventures * The Good Place x Good Omens x Lucifer x The Librarians * Pansexual Black badass female heroine * Queer found families * The Sassiest TM Bisexual Villain Turned Reluctant Hero (is he my favorite? Why on earth would you think that.)

17. The Priory of the Orange Tree – Samantha Shannon * epic doorstopper science fiction/historical fantasy set in a vaguely 16th-century world * main F/F romance between a queen and her sorceress bodyguard * sassy old gay alchemist whose backstory will give you Feelings * so many strong women and characters of color * no homophobia! marriage is fully gender-neutral, spouses are called “companions”

18. The Song of Achilles – Madeline Miller * likewise one you have probably heard of but still * a little light on the myth/historical part imho, but the writing is beautiful and will give you many feelings * M/M romance between Achilles and Patroclus  * reimagining of The Iliad (her other book Circe is also really good)

19 The Stars are Legion – Kameron Hurley * all-female apocalyptic space opera * messy messy antiheroines * grimdark war fantasy * queer sci-fi drama

20. Witchmark – C.L. Polk * author of color * M/M romance * main character is a veteran and a doctor dealing with his own hidden magic and repressed war trauma * gaslamp fantasy set in a world reminiscent of post-WWI England * strong sibling relationship

[galadrielette]

an unthinkable fate, indeed part three

“Miss Edwina,” Anthony starts, keeping his hands clasped behind his back as they walk. She had not taken his arm when he’d greeted her and there has not been even the hint of a smile as they promenaded that afternoon. “I must say, I was surprised to receive your invitation to promenade today. You have not seemed pleased to spend time with me as of late.”

“Have you missed me, Lord Bridgerton?” she asks without turning to look at him. She’s wearing pink again but still darker than her usual palette. The deepness of the pink almost reminds him of rubies. “And do not lie. I believe I can tell when you are lying now.”

“Miss Edwina, I . . . I have never lied to you,” Anthony stammers out, shocked that she would accuse him of such.

“Keeping your true thoughts to yourself is a form of lying, is it not?” Edwina continues as if he had not said anything. She even goes so far as to twirl her parasol behind her ear. Anthony never imagined himself getting irritated with his intended but her glibness rankles. “It matters not. I simply wished to inform you that our wedding has been delayed.”

“Delayed?” Anthony repeats, slowing his pace slightly. 

Lady Danbury is trailing behind them, playing the part of an inattentive chaperone quite well. Anthony surprises himself when he wishes that he was alone with Edwina, that he could make her look at him, address him directly, rather than the snide side eyed attention that she’s paying him. 

“I spoke with the Queen,” Edwina continues, not slowing her pace in the slightest. Has she always walked so fast? He’d come to associate a quick step with her sister who was always rushing as if time itself were chasing her. ���And I explained the nerves a young woman feels before her wedding. The fears and the concerns that every future wife might have regarding what sort of life she might live with her husband. The . . . miscommunication that has existed between us in regards to our feelings. She was most understanding.”

“Is there a reason why you did not discuss such a change with me before going to the Queen?” Anthony asks. His voice is a low hiss through his teeth that makes Edwina finally look at him for the first time since he arrived. He can glean nothing from her expression - a placid mask of calm indifference. “Surely, this was a decision that we should have made together. We are to be married, after all. It does not bode well to begin our life together like this.”

“I would think that our very different ideas of what marriage is supposed to be like is what does not bode well for our life together, my lord,” Edwina snaps, her eyes blazing with a fierce fire for a brief moment before she smothers it again. “I told you once that I had a mind of my own, opinions of my own. I believe we have both forgotten that and I intend to rectify that immediately.”

“I have never tried to stifle your opinions, Miss Edwina,” Anthony says, lowering his voice and taking a step towards her. He merely wants to keep their conversation as private as he can but Edwina stiffens, her shoulders pulling back and her nostrils flaring as she leans away from him. Anthony tries to swallow the disappointment that follows but he’s sure that it is making him openly grimace. “I have said many a time that the way you express yourself is loveliness personified. It is one of your many admirable qualities.”

“Admirable but not lovable,” Edwina clarifies unnecessarily. Anthony bites his tongue to stop himself from snapping at her. It feels like one of the many petulant arguments that he is forced to have with his many siblings. It surprises him how much it bothers him that he is having such an argument with his fiance. He had assumed that he would bear her disgruntlement the same he dealt with his siblings but he’s finding the whole thing disagreeable in a way that he cannot identify. “I cannot decide if it is because I am deficient that you do not love me or if you are simply incapable of love entirely.”

Anthony does, in fact, choke that time. “Miss Edwina . . .”

“Of course, a man with your reputation is very skilled at the physical act of love, I am sure,” Edwina continues with a wry smirk on her face. There’s the hint of pain in her eyes that Anthony desperately wants to chase away. If only he knew how. “But I fear that your many years as a rake and a rogue has callused your heart to the softer side of my sex. A pity for I so wish to be loved.”

“And you would be,” Anthony mumbles, knowing full well that he is simply digging his grave further. Not for the first time that day, he’s surprised that the elder Miss Sharma has kept her distance during this . . . cooling of his engagement. Surely she would want to lord her victory over him, to remind him just how very right she was the whole time. “By our children. Our friends and families.”

“But not by you,” Edwina finishes for him. He finds that he cannot meet her eye anymore after that. “Tell me, Viscount Bridgerton, why is it that you are avoiding a love match? You have protested its place in our life. Surely I can hear your reasoning and see the wisdom in your judgment.”

“I have never wanted to succumb to the blind delights of love,” Anthony says slowly. He keeps his eyes on the ground between them but he does not know if it is for her benefit or his own. “I have dabbled in love before and it has proven to be a distraction at its best and devastating at its worst. Do not mistake me. I am well aware that true love exists - it exists in my very own family! But that does not mean that it is for me.”

“How terribly sad,” Edwina says softly, so softly that he’s not quite sure that she meant for him to hear her. He confirms as much when he looks up and catches the way her eyes widen before she looks away. They both take a moment to gather themselves before Edwina continues to speak. “It strikes me, my lord, that it is not that you are incapable of love but rather that you are scared of it.”

Anthony glowers at her profile, his eyes growing stormy as he takes exception at her observation. “Are you calling me a coward, ma’am?”

“I said no such thing,” Edwina replies slowly as if she’s talking to a child. Again he is struck by the marked difference between the woman standing before him and the young lady he had entertained at Aubrey Hall. “Though . . . now that the word is out there it is difficult not to ascribe it to you.”

Anthony’s entire demeanor seems to stiffen, turning hard in front of her. He towers over her small frame, using his advantage as a man against her for the first time. Edwina inhales sharply at how close they are - it is far closer than they’ve ever been. Even on the dancefloor, the viscount had made it a point to keep a respectful distance. With him so close, Edwina finds it hard to think, to focus on her true agenda of interrogating her fiance the way she should have before accepting his suit. 

“Were you a man, I would call you out for such words,” Anthony hisses, voice low and dangerous. 

Edwina’s heart pounds in her chest as she looks up at him through her lashes. She has never been one for confrontations, her temperament has always been too mild for fighting. She had very little of the fire that seemed to fuel Kate - her own spirit far more serene and calm, like a still pond. But with the viscount there are ripples along the pond’s edge, ripples that keep spreading further and further until her serene pond is a swirling mass of water. 

“I may not be as skilled as my sister, Viscount,” Edwina says slowly, tilting her head back so that she can meet his heated gaze full on. “But I, too, know how to wield a gun.”

Something like surprise and appreciation flashes across his face before his eyes flick down to her mouth. Lady Danbury’s loud cough reminds them of where they are and the moment evaporates into cool indifference again. Edwina finds it all to be terribly exhausting and makes no attempts to smooth out her stilted farewell before turning on her heel and heading back in the direction of Danbury House.

[wespersdaughter]

it’s quiet uptown - anthony bridgerton x reader

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Summary: After tragedy strikes, Anthony spends his time building the bridge between the two of you once more. Will you ever forgive him? (surprise sequel to burn)

A/N: Here’s the song for your enjoyment: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bMAoOGnw9qQ. This whole fic is in someone else’s POV. You can decide who, one of the Bridgerton siblings, Lady Danbury, Lady Whistledown. Entirely up to you.

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and miscarriage, these are not explicit, most of it is implied but please take care

Despite his previous indiscretions, it seemed Anthony was still devoted to his wife. Despite her obvious indifference, it seemed he still wanted to be at her side. And despite the pain she still felt, it seemed Y/N’s heart was warming to the idea of him still being in her life.

It was a few days after she burnt the letters Anthony had written to her, and he had already replaced them with new ones, declaring his love and adoration and eternal devotion.

Within those few days, it became evident that Y/N was with child as well. An emotionally turbulent time for certain.

Staff would often see Lady Bridgerton walking through the gardens, belly growing and husband trailing behind.

He would serenade her, tell her silly jokes, declare his love for her to every person they passed.

But it was all in vain.

It was a sunny day when the staff first heard the wailing of a mother who had lost her child. The universe decided that on a day of heartbreak the sun would continue to shine, mocking the people down below.

The Lady refused to leave her room, curled under the blankets. Anthony couldn’t deal with the guilt he felt, the doctor mentioning to a nurse, “it was likely due to stress”.

He was often seen in the street, walking by himself, talking to himself. His hair had gone grey, and all the ton could do was have pity.

All of his guilt and stress built up and with his wife dealing with her own turmoil, it felt easier to just swim down.

It was a rainy day when the Lady Bridgerton was seen in the garden again. She was thinner than the staff had ever seen her. But her ever devoted husband stood with her, parasol held high over her head.

He tried to talk to her but it was like she couldn’t hear him. Grief had made her numb to the rest of the world. She stood outside for all of two minutes before retreating back to her safe space in bed.

But he persevered. They spent more and more time outside. He would talk at her, mundane things, how the ton were, how the family was.

It is another sunny day, and the pair travel into the garden. They are up to fifteen minutes of fresh air now. They stop at her favourite spot, overlooking the rose bushes.

She takes his hand and whispers, “I forgive you.”

Tagging: @genyaakostyk @misstonybridgerton @awesomebooklover17

[polizwrites]

To Tame a Werewolf

This is a fill for today’s  @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt [#FFF129 Under the Moonlight]   as well as my @starkbucksbingo  Shifter square.   If you’d like to read more, please let me know...   

Fandom: MCU/Marvel  & Parasol Protectorate  -- Rating: Teen -- Pairing:  Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes  (background Steve Rogers/Peggy Carter) -- Word Count:  520 

It was Anthony’s first full moon as a claviger with the Connacht pack, and while Natasha and Samuel  had done an excellent job spelling out exactly what his duties would be, he was still nervous.  And who wouldn’t be in a houseful of men about to turn into slavering, vicious beasts?    That said, the majority of the pack were already secured in their cells after having enjoyed a feast designed to lull them into sated slumber. 

Lord Stephen, pack alpha (and a magnificent specimen of a man) was pacing restlessly up and down the front hall of Maine Manor.   “He was supposed to be home yesterday!” he roared, slamming his fist into the wall.  The sturdy oak wainscoting gave way, leaving a splintered hole.   The pack beta -- Sergeant James Barnes -- had been in Galway on business for weeks, and his arrival was overdue; no wonder Stephen was agitated.  

“Now darling,”  Lady Margaret lay a calming hand on her husband’s shoulder.  “I’m sure James will be here any minute.  He knows his limits, and he likes to test them, just as you do.” 

“But he doesn’t have the benefit of your loving touch, my dear.”   Stephen gave her a sly, hungry look.  “A touch that I would very much love to have some more of.” 

“Is that how you wish to pass the evening, my husband?”  Margaret replied archly, even as her eyes sparkled with desire and her lips curled into a knowing grin. 

“Indeed it ‘tis!”  Stephen swept his wife into his arms and carried her up the stairs, just as Natasha entered the front hall.  

She watched the retreating couple  with a resigned look.   “There they go again - and they’ll likely be as loud as the rest of the pack put together.”  She turned to Anthony.  “You need not worry.  Lady Margaret has ....  a way with her husband, even once he’s shifted.” 

Anthony hadn’t told anyone at the manor that he knew Aunt Peggy’s secret.  She was a preternatural, able to cancel out a supernatural being’s powers with skin to skin touch,  returning them to their human state for as long as they remained in contact.  Needless to say, the fewer people -- supernatural or otherwise -- who were aware of her ability, the better.  

But before Anthony could muse any further on the unusual talents of his kinfolk, the door burst open to reveal a tall, shaggy-haired figure standing for a moment in the moonlight before sagging to his knees.   “Sergeant Barnes!”   Natasha called out and ran over to him.  As she helped the beta to his feet,  Anthony realized with a shock that he knew the man. 

“Jaime?!”   “Tony?!”  They blurted out in unison.      Three months previous, the two of them had spent a torrid weekend together in a small inn on the coast; not bothering with anything other than given names.   Or nicknames, as the case appeared to be.     

“Well, it seems introductions have been taken care of,” Natasha said dryly, even as James’ body contorted and a pained half-shout, half-snarl burst from his lips.  “Help me get our beta in a cell before he loses control completely.”