#phillip finch

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his face isnt 100% accurate but ehhhh who cares i like the expression

Name: Phillip Greer Finch Basic rundown: Phil is a local Physician who thought he caught a big break when he was hired by a shady company to bring people back to life. Though he soon found out his research/project would be used to force those re-animated to owe the company labor so withdrew from the company and took his only successful subject. Afterward, he's been laying low with his "assistant". Lowkey has a god complex and an inferiority complex at the same fuckin time with a bonus case of severe burnout.

Minor appearance details: Majority of the time his eyes appear hazel though when his eyes constrict they have a blue ring around his pupils. A mole under his right eye. Generally disheveled and poorly shaved. Personality Type: INTJ-A

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I kinda want all of the Featherington Brother in laws to band together against their mildly infuriating mother in law.

I hope Portia insists on her weekly family meetings. The boys probably pre game them.

See I'm of the hopeful belief that all the Featherington son in laws have some sort of food obsession, and the only thing they are interested in during these family weekly meetings is what snacks they got there.

Colin is the bottomless pit, and if Penelope didn't exist, then food would be his true love. We got Mr. Finch obsessed with cheese. Whoever Prudence marries he has to have some sort of food obsession. I'm hoping for a baker, with him making all the sweets. Or maybe he knows all the different cuts of meat or what wine pairs best with different types of food.

TBH, I'm kinda hoping Lord Debling is Prudence's future husband. His character is said to have unusual interests, so I'm hoping he's a baker. Please, it will be the closest I'll ever get to a live action version of Anastasia and her hunk of a baker from Disney's Cinderella.

Also, on an honorary and technical level, we can add Phillip to this, too. Phillip, who is married to Marina currently, a Featherington cousin, is obsessed with plants. One of his expermints is crossbreadong peas for more peas in the peapod. So he's coming in clutch for the fruits, veggies, and herbs.

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love that my pinterest is just gregory peck and farley granger at this point.

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And after a rather quick ceremony, Winnie and her graduating class headed outside to throw their caps in the air! 

Congratulations, Winnie! 🎓

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A new variant has been added!

Medium Tree Finch (Camarhynchus pauper) © John G. Phillips

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Spoiler filled thoughts on season 3

Let's get the simplest out of the way, I still want to see what happened to Reynolds!!

It doesn't sound like Edwina married the prince and that's a bit disappointing. Thrilled she's happy but I would have loved to see their story

I did enjoy the snippets of the many other characters closing their stories?

The Mondrichs, Dankworths, and Finchs throw surprisingly good parties (Philipa's bugs were spectacular)

I hope for more attention on past couple in future seasons, not just because I want more Polin. There's still so much we don't know about Kate and her life before Bridgerton and we need to see daddy Anthony. I also want to at least hear about Daphne and Simon again (we can have that instead of side characters)

Lady Danbury and Lady Bridgerton talking about Lord Ledger and Lord Anderson (aka their brother and dad respectively) I love that their relationship still and always will come first

I really felt sorry for Cressida (I haven't fully given up on Creloise just yet) but why the hell didn't the penguin marry her after he dumped Penelope?

Though the possible of Ace or Demi Eloise could work in many ways (including lesbian Eloise) Sir Phillip could become Marina for example

John Stirling, you are going to break my heart but Francesca I understand why you're stuttering because Michaela Stirling, DAMN (I am begging for this)

And speaking of DAMN, I do not have words for Bi Benedict (literally feral animal noise) Hoping our lady in silver is dressed like a gentleman or vice versa (non-binary Sophie) and it broke my heart when he said he wasn't an artist

I still adore the Queen's friendship with Lady Danbury (love a bestie that will banish your enemies) and loving the confirmation it's what keeps saving the Bridgertons

Most of all, Luke and Nicola went above and beyond to give us an amazing story for Polin and I couldn't not wish for a better Colin and Penelope Bridgerton (or more perfect breast) I know many people hated Colin's hot boy summer but it lead to Pen having the kind of first time she deserved (besides, Simon and Anthony both went to brothels in their seasons too and no one cared)

The Wedding, Yellow, their dance, it was beautiful! And we all knew she would have the first son but their second child had better be a daughter called Agatha

Cause Lady Danbury KNEW EVERYTHING!!!!

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ooo you wanna hear me ramble about how Phillip and Rodney are funky lil guys ooo you wanna click that read more and get that yummy lore dump ooo~

Phillip killed his boss on accident and in an attempt to bring him back, created Rodney.

But when he found out Rodney remembered nothing about it's past life Phillip quickly took the opportunity to be in charge.

Phillip is pretty moody, getting snippy with anyone he thinks is "disrespectful" to him (but really it's just disliking anyone who doesn't kiss his ass)

Phil got constantly praised as a miracle doctor, so literally bringing someone to life (albeit without the memories) defo ruined his ego in the best way.

Phil's relationship with his old boss wasn't really friendly, so he tends to be very sharp towards Rodney since it's hard to disconnect Rod from his boss. Rodney takes it a little personally.

Rodney figured that was his name because Phillip called him "Mr. Rodney" and just didn't know what a last name was at the time. Phil just changed it to his first name.

Rodney has multiple large scars across his head that are deemed to be the original cause of death, which is what Phil hypothesizes is the reason for the memory loss.

Rodney has a surprisingly fast mind for learning, so that's why he's an apprentice/assistant.

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The Ladies Whistledown - chapter ten

Pairing: Eloise x Penelope Rating: T Word Count: 3225

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As Marina Thompson, Penelope’s cousin had been a dangerous acquaintance for her to have. As the widowed Lady Crane, she was quite safe, quite respectable, and quite welcome back into the bosom of the Featherington family. It had not taken half a minute for Penelope to see this was not a welcome Marina particularly craved. Certainly, she was not needful of it, not now.

They had come in mourning, of course: Penelope, her mama, and Prudence. Philippa and Mr. Finch had joined them for the funeral, but Philippa had never had their mother’s scheming mind, and so lacked the wiles or inclination to hang about the Crane estate, waiting to see if Marina might find a use for her—and what that use might be worth.

Penelope had never felt so ashamed of her mother as in the first days of their stay. It was all too obvious that the woman who had once treated a young lady in precarious circumstances so shabbily was now attempting, sickeningly, to ingratiate herself with the titled, landed widow Marina had become. Penelope did not blame Marina for her coldness, or think her wicked for failing to shed a tear over her husband’s body in their presence. She owed them nothing, to Penelope’s mind. It was not their business whether Marina’s reserve was due to shock, the absence of grief, or simply not wanting Penelope’s mama to see her cry.

Following a week of nearly threadbare civility, Penelope’s mama took their hostess’s hint and departed with Prudence. Finally, Marina warmed a little. Penelope was there to receive it, and to stoke the faintly glowing embers of the girl she remembered as best she could.

“They are beautiful children,” Penelope praised.

They were in the nursery, watching over Marina’s babbling twins. This had been Penelope’s excuse; she would stay to help with Amanda and Oliver. As she was the younger of the unmarried Featherington daughters, her offer had been a logical one. Her mother did not require her for anything. She was easily spared. Still, Penelope had exhaled in relief when Marina accepted. It did not take long for Penelope to recognize that she had not been kept for her assistance with the children but as a companion for their mother. This was perfectly alright with her. She was only too eager—after she had used Whistledown to decimate her cousin’s marriage prospects, almost ruining her life—to make reparations where she could.

“They are caring and sweet. They are their father’s children,” Marina remarked, and Penelope guessed it was not to the late Sir Phillip her cousin referred.

“Do they…” Penelope bit her tongue, holding herself back from asking the impertinent question which had arisen all too quickly in her mind.

“Please just ask,” Marina said. Her voice was tired, her plea honest in its weariness. This was part of what she had hidden from the rest of the family.

Penelope took a breath.

“Do they miss Sir Phillip, do you think? Do they feel his loss?”

They had been standing, but Penelope’s questions compelled Marina to guide her over to the settee. For a moment, they watched the toddlers play.

“They are young, but they are more sensitive than you might imagine,” Marina explained. “Though his memory will grow a little dimmer for them each day, I do hope they retain something of it. Phillip was always most kind to them.”

Penelope eyed her cousin’s profile cautiously.

“…And to you?” she ventured.

Marina turned to gaze at her straight-on. Her expression was proud, challenging. She would not be pitied.

“As kind as I allowed him to be,” Marina said.

Penelope nodded to acknowledge this. She assumed that was to be the end of the conversation. Though Marina had not volunteered much, she had been frank and patient with Penelope. She did not say, Penelope, you could not understand. You have no husband, you have no children. Your ignorant inquiries are a trial. She did not say, Go home to your mama, little girl. She did not say, Penelope Featherington, what could you know of love?

Penelope did not presume love was their subject—except when Marina spoke of her children. She knew her cousin’s marriage had been pure practicality, and could see easily enough that tenderer feelings did not seem to have blossomed during Marina’s two years with Sir Phillip. She was a little surprised when her cousin spoke again, but not at the practical bent of her words.

“We have a comfortable house,” Marina said, gesturing about them, “and Phillip made provisions to ensure our continued residence. My son is a baronet.”

Smiling, Penelope momentarily bent to stroke the small back of this little baronet as he played with his wooden blocks.

“I am so glad you and the children are secure,” Penelope said. She was—more than Marina would ever know.

“We are deeply fortunate. I should not wish for more.”

“But you do.”

“Is it so easily guessed?” Marina wondered.

The question was not asked harshly. Penelope smiled gently in return.

“I knew you before,” she said.

Before—such a word! Every passing moment became a “before,” and even the “before” to which Penelope referred had not been so very long ago. What she meant by the word was the season Marina had passed with her family at Featherington House. When she said “before,” she knew she conjured for them both nights of secret camaraderie, letters passed between them which amounted to a sustaining correspondence, half-comprehended hints regarding the genesis of Marina’s condition. Sitting with Marina now worked to take Penelope back there, to that bedchamber and time. During that brief period, Marina had come to feel more like a sister to Penelope than Prudence or Philippa ever had. She could not help longing for a renewal of the confidence they had once shared. More than that, she wanted to be worthy of it.

“All I wanted then was my great love story,” Marina said.

“And you had it,” Penelope promised her, reaching for her hand and clutching it hard. “You may yet have another.”

“What if Phillip was the only other chance I will get?”

At last, Marina wept. Penelope held her close and felt the silent tears her cousin cried on her shoulder, the swaying rack of her body. Penelope’s eyes were wide with a mix of confusion and sympathy. She marveled at both Marina’s dread and her huge capacity for love—for these tears were surely for George, Sir Phillip, and herself, all at once. Much as she had done with Oliver, Penelope rubbed Marina’s back and tried to understand. Marriage, love, devotion—all of it was so much more complicated than Lady Whistledown ever properly made it out to be. What of the older eligible ladies, like Cressida Cowper? What of the once-engaged, like Prudence? What of the widows who had tasted love (whether in their marriage or elsewhere) and now stared stoically ahead at a future which seemed to promise only loneliness?

“I shall love you,” Penelope avowed fiercely. “Whatever else may happen, you shall have me.”

Though it was likely not enough, it was the truth, and for once, it was a truth that would not do Marina harm.

—

With one thing and another, and with not being in Mayfair, Penelope and Eloise did not see each other for a while, and in the meantime, summer fell deeper and deeper into autumn until a day came when the breeze no longer bore the heady scent of flowers. The breeze was no longer warm either. The days grew steadily shorter, and more and more often brought rain, October’s purplish-grey clouds swaying across the sky like windswept violets of May.

Penelope did not mind this dark, wet weather in the slightest as it was the perfect weather for writing. Her mama did not make her go out, rather bemoaning the lashing rain herself and shutting herself up with Varley to confront the family accounts instead of sashaying her way to teas and bridge parties, which would only have risked the ruin of her fascinators and silks. Prudence—staying with the Finches for a spell—was likewise occupied, so Penelope felt quite free to sit at her desk and scribble the hours away. There was nothing so pleasant, in her opinion, as the certitude of not being interrupted.

She put to paper idle thoughts and organized bits of gossip about unsavory gentlemen. She was compiling an account on each one; none of it need be published, unless a man should attempt to take in a debutante and her relations—at which point, Lady Whistledown would reveal all. This act of preparation was a satisfaction in itself, and one of the items Penelope made sure to keep Eloise apprised of in their frequent letters. Letters to Eloise were, naturally, Penelope’s very favourite things to write.

However, Eloise’s replies were not always wholly pleasing. There was nothing so awful as a portent of another violent rending of their friendship. No, their friendship was as firm as ever it had been, for which fact Penelope remained grateful every day. Unfortunately, Eloise’s generous and forgiving heart seemed to have lately made room for another—not another best friend, not a rival, but another. Penelope might not have been so troubled by the connection had it not been with Cressida Cowper.

Not unpleasant—that was how Eloise had described an afternoon recently spent in Cressida’s presence. Evidently, they had not come together by design, but found themselves neglected in the same drawing room corner. A conversation that had been struck up for perfunctory politeness had unexpectedly, Eloise had written, become almost delightful after she had made a dry joke which provoked an unexpected laugh from Cressida. Penelope had frowned reading this. Did she want Eloise to be lonely? No. Did she wish for Cressida’s misery? Rarely! But Penelope could not help it, she did not like the thought of Eloise and Cressida becoming friends. It gave her a sick feeling she quickly recognized as jealousy.

But as the letters continued to come, Penelope learned to endure mention of Cressida. It was Penelope Eloise was writing to, Penelope with whom Eloise shared her feelings and impressions. There could be no doubt that they remained first in one another’s thoughts. This cheered Penelope through every thunderstorm, her nib scratching across yet another page of their rich correspondence.

Penelope grew so used to her solitude that she was surprised the day Varley poked her head through the door to announce a visitor. She wondered if it might be Marina, though she could not imagine her cousin returning to this house with much eagerness, or shepherding the twins hither. Perhaps something else had happened and necessity compelled her to come, putting Oliver and Amanda’s wellbeing above her own feelings. Perhaps they were to be turned out of the Crane estate! It had not been terribly long since Featherington House had nearly been snatched from Penelope’s family as easily as a dollhouse from three garishly-dressed dolls; she remembered very well thinking she had been about to lose her home right after losing her papa. She remembered the fear.

Coming out from behind her desk, Penelope hurried to the door of her bedchamber, but Varley blocked her way. She touched Penelope’s arm and spoke softly: “It is Mr. Bridgerton.”

“Colin?”

Varley nodded.

Well, that was… Penelope was glad it was not an emergency. She presumed it was not, though it was odd of Colin to visit her. Here. Alone. For the briefest moment, as Penelope strode to the drawing room, she suspected Eloise must be with him. But no, she knew Varley would have said.

Sure enough, Colin stood alone in the room. Penelope felt deeply relieved that, for once, her mother had ventured out, despite the rain. When she entered, Colin turned and greeted her with a smile. Penelope returned it, then looked back at Varley.

“It is only Colin,” she said.

“Yes, Miss.”

It took no more than that to convince Varley to leave them unchaperoned, even closing the door on her way out. Penelope had never found Varley to be an unkind creature, but the woman certainly thought very much as Penelope’s mama did on most subjects, not excluding the eligibility of a certain youngest daughter. Colin was no danger to her, they clearly believed, and this was because she was not the sort of young lady he would be dangerous with should they find themselves shut in a room together. Penelope would not dwell on it. She received her visitor with pleasure.

“Shall I call for tea?” she offered.

“No, thank you,” Colin said. “I would prefer we remain undisturbed.”

He took a seat on the chaise and looked expectantly at her. As Penelope moved to join him, she felt a soft flutter in her chest. It was not the butterfly sensation she had once experienced when he made her laugh or pressed her hand or caught her eye with a certain mischief in his. It felt more like that sensation’s echo. She had not thought about his words to the other gentlemen about her in some time. When she prodded the memory now, Penelope discovered it did not ache the way it used to, and her image of Colin, while no longer the faultless golden portrait it had been, had not been razed. It was simply more complete.

“I am surprised by your visit,” she confessed once seated. “Your sister mentioned you were to embark on your travels.”

“Eloise does not mislead you.” Colin smiled.

“I imagined you might already be away.”

He tilted his head thoughtfully and said, “I meant to be. My plans… changed.”

“Do you now not intend to go? You once expressed such a desire to see Spain!”

Penelope could recall that particular conversation almost in full; the special affection she had held for Colin previously had seemed to make her memory of each encounter brighter than other memories. And what she had most loved to hear him speak of had been his travels—past and intended. It had not only been his vivid descriptions of places, foods, and peoples she had enjoyed, but how his face lit up when he was speaking of them.

“I do,” Colin assured her eagerly. “I will. It is only a delay—but, I believe, a significant one.”

“Whatever could you mean?” Penelope wondered.

She had spoken slightly woodenly. Between Colin’s words and his look, something alarmed her. If things had been different, if they had retained the closeness Colin might not yet be fully aware they had lost, she might have suspected the next words from her guest would be a proposal.

“May I tell you something, Pen?” he inquired earnestly. At Penelope’s faint nod, Colin revealed, “I mean to see Marina—Lady Crane.”

“Oh.”

She was still digesting this news when he went on, “Needless to say, I will need to allow some more time to pass, for propriety’s sake. Her husband’s death was so sudden—”

“You mean to ask Marina to marry you?” Penelope fairly blurted the question, and it was hardly a question, more a rush of understanding that escaped her brain through her mouth.

If the question was rude, Colin did not show it. He appeared far too caught up in his own plans, anxious and awkward, and yet determined—determined as Penelope felt she had never seen him before.

Indeed, he was blushing as he confirmed, “Yes, I think I do.”

“But why do you speak to me about it?” Penelope cried out.

She could not help her heightened emotional state. Here was Colin, who she had once wanted for herself, who had himself once wanted her cousin, whose chances Penelope had dashed in Whistledown. And now—and now!—Penelope no longer dreamed of being his wife, but she had seen Marina’s loneliness, and now saw before her Colin’s fervour for exactly the second chance for which Marina had seemed to pine. It was almost overwhelming. A feeling rose in Penelope which reminded her of how she had felt when Colin had been on the brink of proposing to Marina before. But it was only a memory of a feeling, and it subsided after a moment, and Penelope was able to avert her eyes from Colin’s face; she feared she may have been regarding him with something like horror.

“I suppose I thought…” Colin trailed off. “I…”

“Please, Colin.” Penelope heard herself, and thought it sounded like a plea for mercy for her younger self.

“I felt I had to come to you to… check it is alright before I proceed. I cannot quite explain, but I feel… I feel I need your blessing.” Penelope looked up at him then. His eyes implored her. “Do you know, I don’t believe I can do this without you.”

Penelope took a deep breath.

When she spoke, she said, “Of course you can.”

“Then perhaps I do not want to.”

“I think your pursuit of Marina would be most natural,” Penelope granted. “Circumstances”—me, she thought—“were against you in the past. If Marina is truly who you want, then you must try for her.”

“I have wanted no other,” Colin said. “Except…”

He looked Penelope in the eye for a moment then. She saw their shared history, and how, for one of them, a childhood of laughter and closeness had matured into dearer feelings. For the other, this had not happened, but the friendship had been rewarding nonetheless, the trust never knowingly breached. There was a flicker in Colin’s eyes that suggested there might have been a time—or even just a moment, a moment like this one—when he had seen what else they might have been to one another. Penelope blinked and Colin smiled at her in nothing more than friendship.

“I wish I knew if I had any chance,” he said. “Nothing is ever sure.”

“No,” Penelope agreed, “but it is not hopeless. Far from it. I think Marina will be most happy to see you.”

“And to receive my suit?”

Penelope smiled.

“I cannot speak for her.”

“If she does not discourage me—and I shall know at once; your cousin can be quite blunt—I will make Marina a promise before I go abroad. Our engagement may begin upon my return, when she is out of her mourning period. Does that seem…?”

“Entirely appropriate,” Penelope promised.

“Good. Thank you, Pen.” He put out his hand to her and they shook. When their hands dropped, Colin gave her a very serious look. “If I can ever do anything for you, you need only ask.”

“I ask only that you write to me during your travels. I do enjoy your letters.”

“That I can readily agree to, as I believe your enjoyment in reading them is surpassed only by my enjoyment in writing.”

Penelope understood this completely. The ink stains between her fingers and on the side of her hand were testaments to her own love of writing. While her pages did not contain adventurous tales of far-flung locales, they probed the human heart and mind, attempting to puzzle out some of their complexities. This study was a great undertaking in its own right.

When Colin departed to speak with Marina, Penelope returned to composing her latest letter to Eloise.

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[1917/10977] Buff-throated warbling finch - Microspingus lateralis

Order: Passeriformes Suborder: Passeri Superfamily: Emberizoidea Family: Thraupidae (tanagers)

Photo credit: Phillip Edwards via Macaulay Library

[brian-in-finance]

Classy lass

Caitríona Balfe attends Harrods Iconic Dining Hall relaunch hosted by Stanley Tucci on October 5, 2023 in London (Image: Dave Benett/Getty Images for Harrods)

All the best Caitríona Balfe photos from her recent appearances at stylish events and on the red carpet

The Outlander actress and former model always looks amazing and she's a regular on the high-society scene in London, Paris and New York

Fans are currently in the midst of another 'Droughtlander' with the second half of season 7 not due to hit our screens until November.

In the meantime, however, at least we are getting to see plenty of Claire Fraser – also known as Irish actress Caitríona Balfe – as she tours the world attending glamorous and glitzy events.

The former model, 44, is often seen with famous faces such as Stella McCartney or Carey Mulligan... and of course, her Scots co-star Sam Heughan, who plays on-screen hubby Jamie Fraser. Here's a selection of the best images from the past 12 months:

Ladies who lunch

(L to R) Caitríona Balfe, Micaela Marconi and Carey Mulligan attend a special lunch to celebrate "Maestro", hosted by Charles Finch, at Maison Assouline on December 1, 2023 in London (Image: Dave Benett/Getty Images for Netflix)

It’s all a blur

Caitríona Balfe attends the LOEWE FOUNDATION Studio Voltaire Award 2023 on October 10, 2023 in London (Image: Dave Benett/Getty Images for LOEWE)

With the REAL husband (emphasis not Brian’s)

Caitríona Balfe and her husband Tony McGill attend the UK Special Screening after party for "Leave The World Behind" at Kettners on November 29, 2023 in London (Image: Dave Benett/WireImage)

Razzmatazz

Caitríona Balfe attends the Charles Finch & CHANEL 2024 Pre-BAFTA Party at 5 Hertford Street on February 17, 2024 in London (Image: John Phillips/Getty Images)

Polka party

Caitríona Balfe attends the launch of Manzi's Soho, in partnership with Choose Love, on July 6, 2023 in London (Image: Dave Benett/Getty Images for The Wolseley Hospitality Group)

A night at the theatre

(L to R) Caitríona Balfe, Gloria Obianyo, Tobias Menzies and Sophie Okonedo attend the press night after party for "Portia Coghlan" at The Almeida Theatre on October 17, 2023 in London (Image: Hoda Davaine/Dave Benett/Getty Images)

Vive la France!

Delphine Arnault and Caitríona Balfe at Loewe Ready To Wear Spring 2024 held at Esplanade Saint Louis on September 29, 2023 in Paris, France (Image: Swan Gallet/WWD via Getty Images)

A night on the town

Caitríona Balfe attends the private view of "Gabrielle Chanel. Fashion Manifesto" at The V&A on September 13, 2023 in London (Image: Mike Marsland/WireImage)

Cait and Stella

Caitríona Balfe and Stella McCartney attend the NET-A-PORTER x Stella McCartney cocktail party during London Fashion Week to celebrate the Stella McCartney FW23 Runway collection at The Box Soho on September 15, 2023 in London (Image: Dave Benett/Getty Images for NET-A-PORTER)

Here’s where Brian passed his 10-image limit…

With Big Sam 👨🏼👩🏻

Sam Heughan and Caitríona Balfe attend Outlander Season 7 World Premiere At Tribeca Film Festival at OKX Theatre at BMCC Tribeca Performing Arts Center on June 09, 2023 in New York City (Image: Getty Images for STARZ)

New York, New York 👩🏻👨🏻

Caitríona Balfe and Zachary Quinto attend Outlander Season 7 World Premiere At Tribeca Film Festival at Verōnikaon June 09, 2023 in New York City

The famous four 👩🏻👨🏼👩🏼👨🏻

Sam Heughan, Caitríona Balfe, Sophie Skelton and Richard Rankin attend Outlander Season 7 World Premiere at Tribeca Film Festival in NYC (Image: Getty Images for STARZ)

Check the link for the three missing photos:

Scottish Daily Express

Remember… only six more months of Droughtlander to go… 🙃

[garadinervi]

«Stereo Headphones» – an occasional magazine of the new poetries, No. 6, 'The Treated Text', Edited by Nicholas Zurbrugg, Kersey, Summer 1974, Edition of 515 [room 3o2 books, Ottawa]

Issued in 2 variants: (i) 500 unique trade copies; (ii) 15 numbered copies on handmade paper with extra material by Lourdes Castro, Hans Richter, and Edgardo Antonio Vigo

Cover Art: Nicholas Zurbrugg

Contributors: Stephen Bann, Lourdes Castro, Jacques Caumont, Henri Chopin, Thomas A Clark, Bob Cobbing, Peter Dienst, François Dufrêne, Peter Finch, Ian Hamilton Finlay, Paul-Armand Gette, Raoul Hausmann, Hannah Höch, Dom Sylvester Houédard, Marcel Janco, Kitasono Katué, Robert Lax, Jean Le Gac, Peter Mayer, Barry McCallion, Edwin Morgan, Tom Phillips, Hans Richter, Edward Ruscha, Kurt Schwitters, Joe Tilson, Ben Vautier, Edgardo Antonio Vigo, Lawrence Weiner, Gloria Wilson, Nicholas Zurbrugg

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Gil: Can you believe it, Winnie? Our university years together, coming to an end already~

Winnie: Oh! Uh...yeah. Flew right on by...

[reyllos]

Chapter: 11/12

Word Count: 106,294

Chapter Summary: Penelope goes through the most confusing day of her life.

Fandoms: Bridgerton (TV); Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn

Relationships: Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington; Eloise Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington; Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma; Anthony & Benedict & Colin & Daphne & Eloise & Francesca & Gregory & Hyacinth Bridgerton; Benedict Bridgerton & Colin Bridgerton; Colin Bridgerton & Violet Bridgerton; Eloise Bridgerton/Phillip Crane; if you squint; Harry Dankworth/Prudence Featherington; Colin Bridgerton & Eloise Bridgerton; Francesca Bridgerton/John Stirling I;Francesca Bridgerton/Michael Stirling; if you squint; Anthony Bridgerton & Colin Bridgerton

Characters: Colin Bridgerton; Penelope Featherington; Eloise Bridgerton; Benedict Bridgerton; Francesca Bridgerton;Violet Bridgerton;Hyacinth Bridgerton;Gregory Bridgerton;Portia Featherington;Prudence Featherington;Harry Dankworth;Cressida Cowper;Lord Debling (Bridgerton);Lady Whistledown (Bridgerton);Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma;Anthony Bridgerton;Daphne Bridgerton;John Stirling; IMichael Stirling;Footman John (Bridgerton);he deserves a tag now;Charlotte zu Mecklenburg-Strelitz | Charlotte Queen of the United Kingdom;Philippa Featherington;Albion Finch

Additional Tags: Romance;Slow Romance;Slow Burn;Happy Ending!Angst with a Happy Ending;Friends to Lovers;Colin Bridgerton Being an Idiot;an idiot we love truly;Regency Romance;Season 3;a season 3/ book fic as I would have written both;Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington-centric;Bridgertons Being Bridgertons;Bridgerton Family Feels;Eloise and Colin getting closer as they are the only ones that know about lady whistledown;and see penelope!and have their own penelope dramas;penelope being the amazing woman we all know she is;bridgerton family being crazy and supportive;Drinking;"tea" consumption;(not glorifying these things but they're described)

Fic Summary:

“Fail to unders-” Colin shook his head and took a step closer to her. “I’m sure you are aware that it is a gentleman’s duty to marry a lady should he bring dishonour upon her.”

“Yes, but you’re not a gentleman, you’re Colin,” she interrupted him, her blue eyes boring into his, “You don’t count.”

Taken aback by the explanation, he could only stare at her in disbelief. Those words were familiar to him, yet they made him feel strange.

"Just look at our surroundings," Penelope gestured to the empty room. “We are without a chaperone, as we have been on multiple occasions. Suppose someone were to enter through those doors at this very moment, we would be under an obligation to marry, regardless of whether or not we kissed. So, what difference does it make?”

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The year is 1815, and Colin Bridgerton devises the brilliant strategy to aid Penelope Featherington in attracting eligible suitors.

[warwickroyals]

YOUR DISCO NEEDS YOU

Goodbye, Phillip's children, we're going back to the Danforths next.

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[ARTHUR] When I Google “Grimalldi Princess”, nine other broads come up. I don’t know if she’s a Charlotte, an Amelie, or a Cora.

[FINCH] How about a distraction?

[ARTHUR] Y’know you’re being very unhelpful right now.

[FINCH] Ask Zella about her. I can’t, I’d feel really bad if I did. Why?

[ARTHUR] Because, you know, Zella’s always had a little crush on me.

[FINCH SNORTS]

[ARTHUR] You know it’s true! Ever since high school, I swear to God! She gave me looks

[FINCH] You know Zella’s still shacked up with that basketball player, right? The one everyone thought wasn’t real?

[ARTHUR] Really?

[FINCH] Mm-hm, he plays for the Wolverines. thirteen points per game, four assist, not too shabby.

[ARTHUR] There’s someone for everyone, I guess. Even Zella.

[ARTHUR] Maybe there’s even someone for me.

[FINCH] And you think that someone is some random socialite who frequents Islington House? Really, Art?

[ARTHUR] Relax, I’m not saying she’s the one. I’m just sayin’ . . . I’ve got some time to kill.

[ARTHUR] Drive safe, big bro, I’ll text you tomorrow.

[FINCH] I will, good night.

[ARTHUR] Sam, I’m here! I hope you remembered my Baja Blast.

[ARTHUR, TEXT] hey, im outside

[ARTHUR, TEXT] are u asleep??

[ARTHUR, TEXT] Sam

[ARTHUR, TEXT] HELP!

[ARTHUR, TEXT] it’s cold & dark

[ARTHUR, TEXT] ANSWER THE PHONE!!!

[EDIE] I thought you said he was really shy?

 [LIAM] He is shy . . . Well, most of the time.

[LIAM] I don’t know, sometimes it’s like he has this weird split personality.

[EDIE] Huh. Interesting.

[ARTHUR] Fuck.

[valorums]

ROLEPLAY HISTORY

post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back.

CURRENT MUSES

⠀Shi’al Valorum — Star Wars (Original Muse)

⠀Count Dooku — Star Wars (Canon Muse)

WANT TO WRITE

⠀Not Applicable

PAST CANON MUSES

⠀Ebenezer Scrooge — A Christmas Carol

⠀Gleb Vaganov — Anastasia: the Broadway Musical

⠀Milo Thatch — Atlantis: The Lost Empire

⠀Dolly Gallagher Levi — Hello, Dolly

⠀Rikki Chadwick — H2O: Just Add Water

⠀Sarah Phillips — Liberty’s Kids

⠀Ahkmenrah — Night at the Museum

⠀Larry Daley — Night at the Museum

⠀Giles Andrè — Phantom of the Opera

⠀Hamlet — Shakespeare’s Hamlet

⠀Macbeth — Shakespeare’s Macbeth

⠀Mace Windu — Star Wars

⠀Yoda — Star Wars

⠀Atticus Finch — To Kill a Mockingbird

WOULD WRITE AGAIN

⠀Ebenezer Scrooge — A Christmas Carol

⠀Sarah Phillips — Liberty’s Kids

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