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mrsbridgerton · 18 days
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ok but the REAL question is….. will newton the corgi be appearing in season 3????
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sea-owl · 10 months
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An Au where Newton absolutely loves Anthony from the start and is always tracking him down when Kate takes him on walks. Anthony could be on the other side of London and Newton still gonna find him.
Kate doesn't even know how Newton got Anthony's scent in the first place, but he hasn't forgotten it yet. The scent came from Kate's glove that Anthony had touched during their initial dance when Colin introduced them, the same glove she later tossed on the floor.
Newton's happy jumps on Mary that day he dumped his new dad in the Thames because he could smell him in the house! Grandma, show me, dad! I want to see dad!
Newton will proceed to try and matchmake his parents by doing things like tying them up together with his leash. Also, he makes his mom go all the way to Bridgerton House, where he'll be sitting in his dad's office like a good boy when he manages to get out of the house on his own. The Bridgerton staff have come to expect Newton's presence now, so they don't even blink when they see a corgi sitting in Anthony's desk chair.
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fitrahgolden · 1 year
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These looks they exchange feel very If The Shoe Fits by @newtonsheffield (Moomin_94 on Ao3).
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misstwentyynine · 1 year
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A little something made for @newtonsheffield aka moomin_94’s (I feel) the lavender haze creeping up on me featuring Tattoo Artist Kate Sharma and Viscount Daddy Anthony Bridgerton (who continue to live in my mind rent free) ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥
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elizajohn · 1 year
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liliesandparchment · 1 year
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Bridgerton AU: To Suspend Time Chapter 2
~Benedict POV~
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"Mr. Bridgerton. Could I trouble you for a few moments of your time?"
If his brother had not already made his hasty exit from the room a good half minute ago, Benedict would have not bothered stopping at the address. He was unwilling to let Anthony ride away at the hour of dawn in the state he was in, but he was also aware how impolite it would be to deny Miss Edwina in the current circumstances. He had never really had a chance to conduct a conversation with her that lasted longer than a few minutes and exceeded beyond the general inane pleasantries common among the socials, so he could admit to harboring a faint curiosity as well.
Lady Mary had already excused herself and Lady Danbury was busy conversing with the Surgeon in the hallway last he had observed. He nodded at Miss Edwina and followed her to the sofa she had been occupying for the past hour, “To what do I owe this pleasure, Miss Edwina?”
“I wish to secure your help to ensure that both our elder siblings have a happy future as they themselves have been pathetically passive in securing the same on their own. Would you not agree?”
He smothered a smile at her direct manner as they took their seats and instead cleared his throat.
This was unexpected.
“I quite agree with your observation. What do you have in mind?”
Miss Edwina looked contrite and pursed her mouth for a bit; he felt rather like a specimen under study as her dark eyes roved over him in consideration.
“Allow me to order some tea.” She said suddenly and before he could do anything other than tilt his head, she had already sailed out of the room. He was left blinking at the door but she fluttered back into the room almost immediately, settling herself into the seat in an excessively nervous fashion.
He cleared his throat and looked at her expectantly.
“It is relatively unknown here – our life in India and the conditions in which we grew up there.” She began, folding her hands primly and he nodded encouragingly, even as he tried to comprehend the direction of the conversation.
“People here seem to think it is impolite to ask or too scandalous to mention but in truth, I miss talking about it. As much as we dreamt about balls and dresses, we did love it there.”
Her voice lurked on the edge of anxiety, while thick with longing, but she smiled demurely all the same. He cleared his throat again, a bit out of his depth. Miss Edwina is the perfect genteel Lady but a perfect gentleman, he was not.
“I suppose the people shy away from such topics because of their own discomfort rather than yours, Miss Edwina. I am thankfully not burdened by such manners or perceived propriety. Do tell me more of your childhood. I shall be delighted to know more.”
Full Chapter 2 is now on Ao3 here! (yes I made this post specifically to update my people on here who made this idea possible in the first place ILY 💖)
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Things that I want to happen in Bridgerton S3
-Newton gets next door’s poodle pregnant and Anthony and Kate have to raise a tone of puppies which leads to them having conversations about how they want to raise their kids
-Eloise decides she wants to write and publish her own pamphlet and goes to Daphne to help cover the cost. Daphne goes to Simone who’s like “yep that’ll piss off my dad - you go ahead hon”
-They decide to publish under pseudonyms, Eliot and Darren Bell as hat tip to the Bronte sisters. I know they were later than the regency era but I still like the idea
Let me know what you think 
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newtonsheffield · 4 months
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Prime Minister Kate Sharma and Downing Street Aide Anthony Bridgerton in ‘tis the damn season, write this down by Moomin_94 (newtonsheffield)
“This is Anthony, he’s your office aide.”
The man, Anthony apparently, smiled, offering his hand to her, “Lovely to meet you, Kate.” Everyone else seemed to realise his mistake before Kate did, and Anthony’s eyes widened in surprise, “Prime Minister! Oh God, Madam Prime Minister!”
“It’s fine.” Kate said, taking his hand and trying not to react to the jolt that shot through her as their hands met, “Truth be told I’m not quite used to it either.”
“Still I’m… so sorry.” He said quickly, “I… fuck, I bothered Sophie to get this job for months and now I’ve… And now I’ve sworn in front of you as well.”
“For god’s sake, Anthony.” Sophie hissed, “Stop swearing at the Prime Minister.”
“It’s fine.” Kate chuckled, “It’s honestly fine. Probably shouldn’t do it again though.”
“Right, yes, no.” Anthony said, his free hand twitching nervously towards his hair, “I promise, it won’t happen again.”
Anthony squeezed her hand once more, “Well, it was lovely to meet you, Prime Minister.”
Kate snatched her hand back as her stomach swooped uncomformably again and stepped back, “Right, yes. You as well… Anthony.”
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arnitet · 2 months
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La astrología en Bridgerton
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Creo que es un video muy creativo que a cualquier fan de la serie o los libros le puede intersar.
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SHARMA FAMILY APPRECIATION MONTH 2023
You can choose to create a story or artwork or mood board - whatever you want based on that date's theme or prompt… or you can choose BOTH if you think they work together!
We have a collection on Ao3 where you can add your work: Sharma Family Appreciation
Use the #’s Sharmaweek, Sharmaweekedits, Sharmaweekfic #Sharmamonth
Tag the Tumblr page and we will make sure your thoughts and ideas are shared!
Can’t wait to see what you come up with! If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask!
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sea-owl · 3 months
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I’ve been a huge lover of all of your Bridgerton AU’s (The Polin ones are just 🤌) and The Seasonal Wives AU is just so !!!!! I’m absolutely in love with it and already so excited to see how the brothers react to the new priestesses 👀
SEASONAL WIVES MY BELOVED! While Spring's Rebirth is my baby, Seasonal Wives has to be my next favorite of the aus.
Speaking of the au . . . I should add the next part.
The girls' main worry is that the cermonial robes for the companion of the season was more showy than their normal robes. More specifically, their chests where the mark of seasons used to go over the companion's heart. What ultimately ended up being decided was the girls would use makeup to hide Kate's birthmark. Can't risk offending one of the seasons just because your birthmark just so happens to look like one of the marks of old.
For the ceremony, Kate would need to meet the season upon the first day of fall at the border between the world of mortals and immortals. Dressed in the colors of fall, she is to be followed by her three "bride's maids," aka other pristesses, who will sing the ceremonial hymns and act as witnesses.
On the first day of fall, Kate knelt at the border with her friends behind her at three different points, forming a half circle. Her veil covered her face and slightly obscured her vision. She wondered what her friends were seeing from their standing positions. Their faces were also covered by veils, but she remembers other pristesses saying that they could never see the land beyond the border. Often, it looked like you were looking into a foggy mirror or murky water.
Woof! Woof!
Kate blinked. Was that a dog barking?
Woof! Woof!
"Oh!" Kate gasped as a small, fat, mass of corgi ramed right into her. One arm wrapped around the dog while the other flung out to steady herself.
Her friends faltered in the hymn, but she waved that she was alright.
The corgi wiggled happily in her lap, tail wagging, his snout kept trying to lift or remove Kate's veil.
"Newton!" A voice called.
Looking up Kate could see a man she's only seen from a far before. The Season of Fall. He was rather handsome up close with his dark chestnut hair, and a presence that would leave no one guessing who was I'm charge.
The corgi, now dubbed Newton, whined, burying himself further into Kate's lap.
Fall sighed and knelt down. He took hold of Kate's veil to lift up as his next part in the ceramony. "I apologize for him. Usually, he doesn't leave my side."
"It is alright, my lord," Kate said, her vision now becoming clearer without the veil in the way.
Fall froze. "Kate?" He whispered.
The hymn stopped. Kate stared at the season. How did he know her name? One of the final steps of the ceremony was for her to give him her name. Also, there was something familiar? His brown eyes looked scared like he was in a dream, and soon, he might wake up, but also, there was a tiny spark of something else, hope?
A name came to Kate. "Anthony?"
Anthony? Who was Anthony?
Fall yanked Kate into his arms, Newton trapped between them, though the corgi seemed to like it. Kate glanced over her shoulder at her friends who all seemed ready to step forward.
Fall caught the movement and released one arm and loosened the other just enough so Kate could see better. He sent a wave of wind just strong enough to knock off the other veils of Kate's friends.
If Fall looked like he was in a dream before now he looked like he was seeing the dead come back to life.
"You're all alive," he muttered.
What?
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fitrahgolden · 10 months
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When does Newton demand satisfaction from Anthony @newtonsheffield ?
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mariocki · 4 months
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Kiss the Blood Off My Hands (Blood on My Hands, 1948)
"Listen to me. There's nobody else I wanna be with. Nobody else I wanna talk to. What's wrong with that?"
"I'll tell you what's wrong, you're wrong. You're a coward. There was one of him and one of you; he was a much older man, I suppose if you - if you hit a child, you'd say the same thing. What's the matter with you? Why can't you be decent? Why can't you be like everybody else? You're nothing but a cheap, vicious bully."
#kiss the blood off my hands#blood on my hands#film noir#american cinema#1948#norman foster#leonardo bercovici#ben maddow#walter bernstein#joan fontaine#burt lancaster#robert newton#lewis l. russell#aminta dyne#grizelda hervey#jay novello#colin keith johnston#reginald sheffield#miklós rózsa#gerald butler#american depictions of London are always a tricky thing and this is no different; Hollywood sound stages draped in fog and cobbles#(and street organs of course) just don't convince in the same way that simply finding an anonymous bit of city might have. some creaky#artifice aside‚ this is a pretty competent little noir; Lancaster was still a newcomer but this was his first film as a producer too (he#really was an artist in film‚ right from the beginning). the script doesn't always serve Fontaine well‚ but the few good bits she gets she#absolutely seizes onto. it should be no surprise to anyone who's come across his work tho that Bob Newton steals this; he's a minor crook#whose presence is merely an awkward annoyance for most of the film‚ until this amazingly chilling transformation into something altogether#more seedy‚ more threatening and more dangerous in the final act. plotting doesn't offer much new or different and even by 1948 this feels#little overly familiar‚ but Foster does some great work with light and shadow‚ and it all has a very handsome‚ classical look#also: what a great title?? no film could live up to that kind of moniker alas. actually it got the film in some hot water with over zealous#censors‚ including here in the uk where it was released as the slightly less sordid Blood on my Hands
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hellokatzchen · 2 years
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Day 4: He is YOUR dog
Suddenly Hyacinth was in front of him, tugging his sleeve. "Anthony, there is a dog!"
"Hmm?" His eyes followed her pointing to a rotund corgi on a lead that was held by… Miss Sheffield. As if his mind had conjured her. 
Anthony swallowed reflexively. Her head was tilted back, allowing the sun to warm her face. She was wearing deep purple today and was, naturally, as striking as ever. 
"Please may we say hello to the dog?" Hyacinth asked eagerly. "Please, please!" Gregory appeared more interested in the owner than the dog but Anthony decided not to dwell on that, for both their sakes.
There was nothing for it. He'd have no peace either way but at least if they said hello he wouldn't have sullen children on his hands, too. "I think that is a question better directed to his owner. Shall we ask Miss Sheffield?"
That was all the encouragement the young Bridgertons needed. They raced off enthusiastically with Anthony and Nanny following quickly behind, the latter scolding them to walk like ladies and gentlemen. (A bit of a tall order given their ages.)
By the time Anthony arrived, his siblings were foisting a truly spectacular amount of attention upon Miss Sheffield's corgi. He nodded his greeting and she returned it with a curtsey. "Did they at least introduce themselves?" he asked, expression doubtful.
"I believe they were overcome, Mr. Bridgerton." She smiled indulgently toward the youngsters and he had the terrifying thought that she would make a wonderful mother someday. Her expression became tense when she looked at him again. "They are your..?"
"Siblings," he confirmed. 
Only Gregory acknowledged him, waving shyly. "I am most pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Sheffield," he said politely, flushed. 
"And I yours, Mr. Bridgerton," she replied kindly.
Face now fully pink, Gregory muttered something and turned toward the dog. (Overcome indeed.)
There was a long stretch of silence between them that was not precisely comfortable as the pinched look had returned to Miss Sheffield's face. Anthony cast about for something to say that wasn't inane smalltalk. (He had never had the patience for that.) Looking again at his happy family, inspiration finally struck. "Will you not introduce me to your companion?" 
She let out a startled laugh. Well, it was more of an amused huff but Anthony was pleased all the same. "If you wish. This is Newton." The corgi, who had been on his back accepting belly rubs, perked up at his name. The corners of her mouth lifted into a fond smile. "He is an excellent judge of character."
Anthony suspected he had a very similar look on his face. "So he is."
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mysticstronomy · 1 year
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ASTRONOMER'S SOLVE THE 60-YEAR MYSTERY OF QUASARS!!
Blog#292
Saturday, April 29th, 2023
Welcome back,
Scientists have unlocked one of the biggest mysteries of quasars -- the brightest, most powerful objects in the Universe -- by discovering that they are ignited by galaxies colliding.
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First discovered 60 years ago, quasars can shine as brightly as a trillion stars packed into a volume the size of our Solar System. In the decades since they were first observed, it has remained a mystery what could trigger such powerful activity.
New work led by scientists at the Universities of Sheffield and Hertfordshire has now revealed that it is a consequence of galaxies crashing together.
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The collisions were discovered when researchers, using deep imaging observations from the Isaac Newton Telescope in La Palma, observed the presence of distorted structures in the outer regions of the galaxies that are home to quasars.
Most galaxies have supermassive black holes at their centres. They also contain substantial amounts of gas -- but most of the time this gas is orbiting at large distances from the galaxy centres, out of reach of the black holes. Collisions between galaxies drive the gas towards the black hole at the galaxy centre; just before the gas is consumed by the black hole, it releases extraordinary amounts of energy in the form of radiation, resulting in the characteristic quasar brilliance.
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The ignition of a quasar can have dramatic consequences for entire galaxies -- it can drive the rest of the gas out of the galaxy, which prevents it from forming new stars for billions of years into the future.
This is the first time that a sample of quasars of this size has been imaged with this level of sensitivity. By comparing observations of 48 quasars and their host galaxies with images of over 100 non-quasar galaxies, researchers concluded that galaxies hosting quasars are approximately three times as likely to be interacting or colliding with other galaxies.
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The study has provided a significant step forward in our understanding of how these powerful objects are triggered and fuelled.
Professor Clive Tadhunter, from the University of Sheffield's Department of Physics and Astronomy, said: "Quasars are one of the most extreme phenomena in the Universe, and what we see is likely to represent the future of our own Milky Way galaxy when it collides with the Andromeda galaxy in about five billion years.
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"It's exciting to observe these events and finally understand why they occur -- but thankfully Earth won't be anywhere near one of these apocalyptic episodes for quite some time."
Quasars are important to astrophysicists because, due to their brightness, they stand out at large distances and therefore act as beacons to the earliest epochs in the history of the Universe. Dr Jonny Pierce, Post-Doctoral Research Fellow at the University of Hertfordshire, explains:
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"It's an area that scientists around the world are keen to learn more about -- one of the main scientific motivations for NASA's James Webb Space Telescope was to study the earliest galaxies in the Universe, and Webb is capable of detecting light from even the most distant quasars, emitted nearly 13 billion years ago. Quasars play a key role in our understanding of the history of the Universe, and possibly also the future of the Milky Way."
Originally published on www.sciencedaily.com
COMING UP!!
(Wednesday, May 3rd, 2023)
"HOW WAS THE BIG BANG MODEL MADE??"
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lovesickhoneybee · 1 year
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“Sarcasm doesn’t become you, Miss Sheffield.”
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“Nothing becomes you, Lord Bridgerton.”
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Anthony leaned forward, his chin jutting out in a most menacing manner. “Women should not keep pets if they cannot control them.”
“And men should not take women with pets for a walk in the park if they cannot control either,” she shot back.
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Anthony could actually feel the tips of his ears turning red with barely leashed rage.
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“You, madam, are a menace to society.”
She opened her mouth as if to return the insult, but instead she just offered him an almost frighteningly devious smile and turned to the dog and said,
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“Shake, Newton.”
Newton looked up at her finger, pointed right at Anthony, and obediently trotted a few steps closer to him before allowing himself a full-body shake, spraying pond water everywhere.
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Anthony went for her throat. “I. . . am . . . going . . . to . . . KILL YOU!” he roared.
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Kate ducked nimbly out of the way, dashing over to Edwina’s side. “Now, now, Lord Bridgerton,” she taunted, seeking safety behind her sister’s dripping form. “It would not do to lose your temper in front of the fair Edwina.”
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The Viscount Who Loved Me by Julia Quinn x Bridgerton Season 2
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