#lord debling

[miss-ute]

[penspolin]

POLIN JEALOUSY/ADVICE ONE-SHOT

Colin fights his jealousy after watching Penelope and Lord Debling dancing together at a ball, is teased by Benedict, and seeks advice from Violet.

The silver beads threading Penelope's hair seemed to glow like tiny moons. If he'd had parchment and pen, Colin might've noted the perfect juxtaposition of fiery red locks and sparkling silver. He noticed everything--the way her dress swayed so effortlessly against the floor despite her stiff grip on Lord Debling. Was it only Colin's imagination, or did her gloved fingertips hover an inch from his shoulders?

…perhaps he was only imagining it. He reminded himself that Penelope's stiffness was for the sake of propriety. Of course she’d want to touch Debling. He was a gentleman, for one, and even Colin had to admit that he had his own upper-class swagger. A little posh for Colin’s tastes, but from the looks being cast his way across the ballroom floor, Colin knew the lord had made a lasting impression on this season’s eligible debutantes.

Colin hastened for a sip of wine, only to discover that he had drained his glass. He turned away as a certain red-headed beauty twirled across the floor (more gracefully than he had ever allowed himself to notice). He nearly dropped his glass as he struck Benedict in the chest.

“Steady there, brother,” Ben said, putting a hand against Colin’s heaving chest. “What’s the hurry?” He cast a glance over Colin’s shoulder, and the pieces seemed to fall into place. “I’ll say, your friend seems to be enjoying herself. If ‘enjoying yourself’ is best expressed by a scowl, that is.” He tipped his glass. Colin shot him a glare, even though his heart lifted a bit at this last sentiment.

“Oh, don’t be such a grouch,” Ben said, pushing his glass into Colin’s available hand. “While you’re at the table, fetch me another drink, won’t you?”

“I’m not your waiter,” Colin huffed, stifling the urge to turn back to the dance floor once more. It was like an itch, only scratching it burned like a rash.

“You could do with a break. Somehow my ‘sturdy’ little brother has spent the night looking quite pathetic in the corner.”

“I’m not pathetic,” Colin said, and pain tightened his chest. 

Ben rolled his eyes, still looking across the dance floor. “Say, maybe I ought to have a word with this Debling fellow. See if his eye for art is as keen as his eye for a wife.”

“Give him my best,” Colin grumbled, sounding more pathetic by the second.

Benedict gave him a sturdy pat on the shoulder. “And you, give Ms. Featherington your best while I do it. Now, hurry along now and get those drinks before the dance is over.” With a wink, he rejoined the sea of lords and ladies.

Colin gazed across the open floor once more. The waltz was approaching its conclusion. Pen’s hair looked on fire in the torchlight. His mind wandered to the fragments of a dream—Pen in the garden, her eyes twinkling a magnetic blue, her lips a luscious pink. He had leaned in just enough to catch the scent of her hair—like the wisteria garden, only…newer, fresher, somehow, and then—

“Colin, dear. Are you feeling alright?” His mother’s voice stopped him in his tracks. Her brow furrowed, and he hurried to right himself, as he had taught himself to do long before Penelope had pounded her way into the forefront of his mind.

Some things, it seemed, had not changed. He had a guard up, and even his beloved mama could not crumble it.

“Very well, mother,” he managed, swaying slightly on his feet. “Merely...looking for a refill.”

“Not feeling up to a waltz tonight, I take it?” The look she gave him suggested she knew there was a particular reason for it—Colin was not one for skipping dances. 

He had been avoiding his mother, he realized. Was that a flicker of hurt in her eyes? More than his brothers or sisters, Violet Bridgerton had always had an eye out for these things. And if that was the case, should he not be using her knowledge to his advantage?

“Mother,” he began, aware of the blush suffusing his cheeks. “Forgive me, I know we are in company, but I must ask. Do you believe the best foundation for love is friendship?”

She smiled, crinkling the skin around her eyes. Lovely eyes, so open and trusting. He suddenly hated himself for having avoided her, even if it was unintentional. Perhaps it was because of this conversation that he had kept himself from her. 

And something told him that she knew this as well as she whispered, “I think you already know the answer to that.”

[dollypopup]

sooooooo anyone going to talk about how Debling and Anderson are being styled exactly the same and are very clearly the same age (late 30s to mid 40s) but one of them is going for a MILF (respectable and good, also big mood) and the other is going for a teenager (get away from her or I'll slaughter you where you stand)? no? just me?

okay

[winnie-the-monster]

“And so he had told himself that what she felt wasn’t really love. It had been easier to try to convince himself that she was merely infatuated with him, that she didn’t understand what true love was(as if he did!), and that eventually she would find someone else and settle down into a happy and contented life.

Now that thought—that she might have married another—nearly left him paralyzed with fear.”

[dailybridgerton]

New promotional stills for ’Bridgerton’ Season 3 (Liam Daniel/Netflix)

[groguandin]

whatever penelope and lord debling are looking at in the distance im absolutely hand on heart convinced it's colin bridgerton falling headfirst off his horse or some dramatic ass shit to ruin their picnic

[polinator04061812]

Okay,, hear me out,, I think these are from the same scene:

I could be completely wrong, but the bg is very similar!

[seeleybooth]

[quotergirl19]

Francesca seems to have been upset or made uncomfortable by Lord Fife & the men he’s speaking to, and that’s why she was looking for a private moment away from them.

Knowing Fife, they were probably disparaging women or talking about them like they were merely decorative property. It’s possible they were even talking about Penelope Featherington and how Colin mocked her. We know his comments must come back to haunt him so this would be the perfect opportunity for his sister to hear about what he said and comment on how saying that was hurting her prospects this season.

You can notice Lord Debling is near Francesca when she sits under the tree here:

There room appears to have both summer and fall decor with Kate under an Autumn apple tree forest side and Penelope on the summer garden side.

Note the Greek key pattern on the dance floor and remember that A Midsummer Night’s Dream is based in an Athenian court and forest.

Penelope is wearing the same dress from the, “Goodnight Mr. Bridgerton,” clip we saw which took place in front of Danbury house. So this is likely taking place at Lady Danbury’s ball, the first ball of the season and its theme may be Shakespeare’s A Midsummer’s Night’s Dream.

[andmineisyellow]

It's such a small thing, but I enjoy seeing a little more body diversity among the background actors.

[miss-ute]

[zukotheartist]

Yall know what's getting to me? As a fat girlie? Penelope's mom telling her she did a good job (i forget the exact line) and holding her, being proud of her... it's so bittersweet because she should have treated her with that same love, care and respect from day 1, it's sad that she had to find a suitor (I'm guessing that scene happens before Colin wakes up lol so, Lord Debling) for her mom to treat her like that but it also tugs at my heart strings that she finally gets to be treated positively by her mother.

[didanagy]

BRIDGERTON SEASON 3 (2024) TRAILER

[winnie-the-monster]

Lol but can we just take a second to talk about Pen looking at Portia like “See I can get a man.”

[dailybridgerton]

Penelope Featherington and Lord Debling Bridgerton — Season 3 Promo (2024)

[herinnerwolf]

the trio: gearing up to serve

my napkin: already in place