#Colin Herd

[christiangeistdorfer]

March engineer ROBIN HERD talking to RONNIE PETERSON at the 1971 BRITISH GRAND PRIX

[hsslilly-blog]

blair had selective mutism from when they were 6 to, like, 7. their family (and blair themself) didn't call it that but that's what it was

[jakearthur0890]

Went on a mini rant this morning as the Colts and Packers recently drew an odd comparison while their biggest issues were being discussed.

[breakingnew26]

LeBron James opens up on relationship with idol Michael Jordan

https://urlhub.pro/4a7086

[justinssportscorner]

Brandon Contes at Awful Announcing:

Super Bowl LIX will go down as the final broadcast for Jimmy Johnson on Fox, with the NFL analyst announcing his retirement. Johnson made the announcement Monday afternoon during an appearance on FS1’s The Herd with Colin Cowherd. “As you know, probably the most fun I’ve ever had in my career, that’s counting Super Bowls and national championships, was at Fox Sports,” Johnson said. “I have an absolute ball with my friends on the set, the best friends I’ve ever had, there with Fox. And on top of that, I love working for Eric Shanks, our CEO and our producer, Bill Richards. But I’ve made an extremely difficult decision. “I’ve been thinking about it for the last four or five years. And I’ve decided to retire from Fox. I’m gonna miss it. I’m gonna miss all the guys. And I’ll see them occasionally, but it has been a great run, starting back 31 years ago.” [...] Johnson has been with the network since Fox NFL Sunday’s inception 31 years ago, aside from a six-year hiatus that included a stint as head coach of the Miami Dolphins. The 81-year-old former head coach was an NFL on Fox original alongside Howie Long and Terry Bradshaw, who remain analysts on the popular studio show. Bradshaw recently teased that he might look to retire after Fox’s next Super Bowl in 2029. Interestingly, Fox also teased Johnson’s retirement last month when the network gave him a tribute during their Super Bowl LIX coverage. Johnson, however, balked at announcing his retirement at that time.

Today on FS1/Fox Sports Radio’s The Herd With Colin Cowherd, Jimmy Johnson announced his retirement from NFL on Fox coverage. Johnson was one of the Fox NFL Sunday originals, along with the still-remaining Howie Long and Terry Bradshaw.

From the 03.03.2025 edition of FS1/Fox Sports Radio's The Herd With Colin Cowherd:

[wilwheaton]

In a new interview with the New Yorker ahead of his 70th birthday on Monday, the comedian explained his theory about why there’s no “funny stuff” to watch on TV anymore. “Nothing really affects comedy,” he said, “People always need it. They need it so badly and they don’t get it.” Instead of getting sitcoms like M*A*S*H, The Mary Tyler Moore Show, and All in the Family, audiences miss out, he said, as a “result of the extreme left and P.C. crap, and people worrying so much about offending other people.” [...] A look back at some of his earlier comments on a similar subject adds some context, if not clarity. In 2015, Seinfeld sat down for an episode of The Herd with Colin Cowherd podcast, where he explained his aversion to performing stand-up on college campuses. “I don’t play colleges, but I hear a lot of people tell me, ‘Don't go near colleges. They’re so PC,’” he said on the show. After giving an example of his teenage daughter using the word “sexist,” he concluded that young people “just want to use these words: ‘That’s racist’; 'That’s sexist’; ‘That’s prejudice.’ They don’t know what they’re talking about.”

Jerry Seinfeld Draws Right-Wing Praise for Comments on ‘Extreme Left’

This is such a bummer. Tell me you’re a privileged, entitled, myopic Boomer without telling me you’re a privileged, entitled, myopic Boomer.

It’s interesting to me that he says these legendary sit-coms, none of which were cruel, punching down, or hurtful, but were actually satirizing power, celebrating women, changing societal norms through representation, and using comedy to do it all, wouldn’t exist if “the extreme left” had anything to do with it.

Umm. Who does he think created these shows? And is he really that ignorant? Has this guy never read a single interview with Norman Lear? Or literally anyone in the cast of Mary Tyler Moore? I mean. Come on, man!

Teenagers and college students don’t know what they’re talking about when they tell a privileged, entitled, multimillionaire Boomer that his “jokes” can be hurtful, and maybe he could use his tremendous talent to do comedy that is just as funny without being hurtful. Okay. Got it. Keep saying that, and see how far it gets you, buddy.

Hey, Jerry Seinfeld: when blue checks on Twitter are celebrating you being a dick, it’s not because you’re so funny and such a brilliant comic; it’s because they love how you’re validating what garbage they are. You can’t see that, or don’t care, and that’s such a huge bummer.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Besotted 10

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, virginity loss, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: your new neighbour brings intrigue and a bit of danger.

Characters: ex-con!Bucky Barnes (silverfox)

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By the time Bucky finds a place, you’re exhausted. A shell encases you. The world feels far away. The day in the sun feels like it never even happened in the chill desolation of the night. 

The motel sign flickers as the buzz of crickets thrums in the air. Bucky walks behind you, like a warden, herding you to the door marked with the same number as the key in his hand. He opens it up and points you inside. He slaps the light switch and the space blooms with a tinge of yellow. 

He puts the saddlebags and helmets in the wooden chair against the wall. He’s silent as he tilts his head, his neck cracking as he stretches out the kinks. He sighs as you hug yourself and flutter along the wall. He pulls shut the curtains and turns to face the room again. His eyes scan the fading wallpaper and double bed. 

“Long day,” he says. 

You nod and reach up to rub your neck, “yeah.” 

He marches suddenly across the room and you flinch. You watch him disappear through the door way, another light flipped on. The metallic chink of the shower curtain rings tweaks in your ears. You chew your lip and examine the room. The place looks like it hasn’t been updated since 1997. 

The shower whines to life, the pipes rattling behind the wall, and Bucky’s groan wafts through. The spray of water patters onto the porcelain. You pace along the bed, teetering on your heels as you turn to sit. Before you can, his shadow paints wall. You stop and look over your shoulder. 

“Come on.” He has his shirt off already. His chest hair sparkles with stray silver strands and his muscles constrict under his flesh. You’re terrified but he’s still hot as hell. 

You follow him to the small bathroom. He sits on the closed toilet and unties his boots. You slip off your sandals and wince as he peeks over at you. You catch his errant gaze on your chest as it threatens to slip free of your tankini. The coverup does nothing to help. 

You stand straight and peel of the sheer shawl and lay it on the small counter. The damp heat coiling in the air is welcoming as the salty grime of the beach lingers on your skin. You pull of your tankini, angling to hide yourself. 

He stands, the floor groaning under his weight, and startles you as he puts his hands on your shoulders. 

“Hiding?” He growls. 

You shake your head. You shrug him off and face him. You roll down your panties. 

“Doll,” his voice thins to a wisp. “You are the most gorgeous thing...can you really blame me for getting a bit wild? Seeing that brat touching you--” 

“Let’s not talk about it,” you say. “Please, I’m tired.” 

“Hm, you’re right. We got a big day ahead of us. Let’s move on,” he agrees. He steps closer and brings his hand up to frame your face. He forces your chin up. His thumb strokes just beneath your lip. “I missed you, doll.” 

He bends before you can register what’s happening. He kisses you, his grip on your tightening, and you let him. After what he did to Colin, to Angelique, and what he threatened to do, you know better. Too little, too late. 

He brushes his hand down your arms and draws you closer. He urges you toward the shower and turns so your back is nearly touching the curtain. He parts and purrs, his blue eyes dark, his hair falling forward around his chiseled features. 

“Go on,” he reaches around you and taps your butt. You twitch and step back, your calves touching the cold porcelain. “I’m comin’ right after you.” 

He releases you and grabs the top of his brief. You spin and push past the curtain. It ripples closed behind you and you heave into the steaming spray. You let it wash over you but it can chase away your fear. 

Bucky can be nice but you know now that he can be mean and violent and scary. That you can only have the former if you behave. If you do what he says. That other side that you ignored is what he tried so many times to warn you about. His self-awareness is less than reassuring. He knows what he is but he can’t control it. You don’t think you can either. 

You wince as he steps in behind you. You sway slightly. He touches your hair, spreading his hands wide as he drags them over your head and along your neck, tracing the shape of your body from shoulder, to waist to hip. 

He steps closer, flush to you as he hooks his arms around you. He fondles your chest as he nuzzles your neck and hums. 

“You miss me too?” He growls into your skin. 

You gulp, “yes.” 

“Mmm, it’s lonely without you. Quiet.” 

“Oh?” You utter. 

It’s strange. He’s so soft now. So gentle. Only an hour ago, maybe a bit longer, he was something else. An animal. 

He rocks his hips and you feel him. He’s hard. Wanting. You cringe now as you think of how badly you wanted that before. Of how stupid you’ve been. 

He rolls your nipples between his fingers and kisses your neck. “Tell me again, baby.” 

“Tell you...” you murmur. 

“What you said before. You said I was perfect,” he snarls. “Perfect for you, right?” 

You try not to show your discomfort. You said those things. It isn’t that you didn’t mean them, just not how he heard them. That moment was perfect. And it’s over. 

“Yes, Bucky, perfect,” you assure him, almost impressed at how convincing you sound. 

He drops his hand down and tickles your pelvis. You shudder and close your eyes as the spray of the shower pings off your chest. He pets along your hip bone and trails further down. A tingle crawls through you. You might be afraid but you’re still human. 

He dips his fingertips between your folds and teases your clit. You clasp onto him at the spark it lights in you. You cling to his wrist, arching your back slightly as you gasp. He kneads your chest with his other hand, nibbling at your neck as he growls. 

He rubs you until your wet and swollen. You heave as your heartbeat pounds behind your ears. He pushes his fingers down and spreads them around your entrance, opening you to him. 

He bends his legs and shifts his hips. You suck in a breath as you feel him prodding. He pushes his chin down on your shoulder as he inches into you. You feel as tight as the first time. You reach to slap the tile as he slowly impales you. 

He brings you to your toes as you whine. He stands straight and hooks his arm around you, his fingertips curling over your shoulder. He pulls you back against him as his fingers creep back to swirl around your clit. You squeak as he pumps into you. 

“I missed this, baby.” He snarls. “You’re perfect for me too, huh? You feel that?” 

You whimper and nod as you grab onto his bicep. He jolts you with each thrust as his pace grows sharper and faster. Your nerves flicker beneath his touch. You can’t resist it. 

You spasm as you cum. He grunts and speeds up. His flesh claps wetly against your ass as lean back into him. He rams as deep as he can and stops. 

“Uh uh,” he tuts. “I’m taking my time,” he rasps and rocks slowly. “Doll, I’m gonna make sure you feel how much I missed you.” 

👙

“Doll,” Bucky’s voice startles you awake. He’s standing at the foot of the bed. There’s a shopping bag in his hand. You look at the hue trickling in between the tacky curtains. “What time is it?” 

You sit up and catch the blanket before you’re exposed. Your muscles ache from the night before. It didn’t stop after the shower. You’re surprised the squeaky old bed held up. 

“About noon,” he says coolly. “We got time.” 

“Time? For what?” You ask as you rub your eyes.  

You’re still spinning. The beach, Colin, Bucky, Angelique... all of it is too much. 

“You’ll see, baby. All you gotta do is be you.” He walks up the side of the bed. “Get yourself dolled up.” He puts the bag on your lap. “Not that you need much.” 

He bends and kisses your forehead. You stare at the bag then look up at him. Huh? Shouldn’t he be anxious to get home? You must still be hours out. 

“For what?” You wonder. 

“For me,” he insists as he stands straight and crosses his arms. “It’s a surprise. No more questions.” 

You look at him, careful not to frown. You grab the bag and let the blanket fall. There’s really no point in hiding anymore. No point in trying to get out of this. He won’t let you. 

“Bathroom’s all yours. I’ll figure myself out here,” he goes to the saddlebags and flips the flap up. “Ride got my hair all mussed again.” 

You hesitate and get up. You scurry into the bathroom and shut yourself in. The sliver of privacy will give you some time to get your head straight. Or as close to as you can. 

Your bag is in there already. You set down the shopping bag and search in the fabric one. Your phone’s not there. 

You shrug and reach into the shopping bag. You take out the dress inside. Huh? White’s never really been your colour. Too delicate. It’s cute; long bell sleeves and a short skirt. A low back with a thin tie across the shoulders. It would kill in black. 

That’s not all that’s in the bag. A white lace thong in the exact same shade and some cute heels with silver bows. Hmmmm. It’s... a bit much. Your red bra won’t go either. Not with the dress so scant in the back. 

You lay it all aside. You’re thinking this is some sort of date? If he’s really serious, you expect he’ll be trying to be normal. As normal as this can be. 

You dig out your pouch of makeup. You didn’t bring much and never wear too much anyhow. Moisturizer, blush balm, some shimmer, very simple and dewy. A touch of mascara and gloss, a spritz of setting spray. A bit much for a lunch date, isn’t it? 

You face down the all white attire. You’ve never been a fan of going without your bra but there’s not much choice. You didn’t pack anything but swimsuits and shorts. You get yourself into the thong and dress. Oof, right up your crack. 

You pack everything away and hook the bag over your elbow. You pick up the shoes and carry them out. Bucky’s back greets you as he stands in front of the wall mirror and growls. 

“Think I about got it,” his shoulders strain beneath the black fabric. “Alright.” 

He turns as he straightens his tie. Oh. He looks out of place in the button-up and slacks. 

“Wow, doll,” he blinks. “You look amazing.” 

You look down and tilt your head, “thanks. You got the right size.” 

“It fits perfect,” he praises. 

“Right, uh,” you set your bag by the door. “But won’t we get dirty on the bike?” 

He chuckles. “I took care of that.” 

“Ah, okay. Good,” you put the shoes down too. “You look nice too.” 

“You think?” he smooths his hair and checks the mirror again. “I thought about a cut. Shoulda done it before I got out of the pen but then you wouldn’t have anything to grab onto.” 

He chuckles and winks in your direction. You sit in the wooden chair and bend to put on the shoes. You make a crackly noise which could be mistaken as a laugh. This is strange. Something’s going on but you know he won’t tell you. 

He faces you entirely. You look up. He puts his hands on his hips and grins. 

“Sorry, I can’t stop looking. You just. Everything is so... perfect. Isn’t it?” 

You sit up and make yourself nod. “Yes, Bucky.” 

“You’re glad I came to get you?” 

You barely keep from reacting. You smile. “Of course, Bucky. I... I’m sorry I left.” 

“I know you are,” he says. “After last night... I know you told me the truth. I know you want me like I want you.” He crosses the room and stops in front of you. He cradles your head between his hands and strokes your cheek. You struggle not to quiver. “I know that after today, life’s gonna be exactly how it should be.” 

[bridgertonblue]

I love how in season one and two Colin is just constantly dancing. If he’s at a ball he’s almost always on the dance floor with some young lady, but in season three we see him at every ball and he dances with NO ONE. The first time we see him dancing in part one is near the end of episode four where he interrupts Penelope’s dance with Debling.

He goes to every ball, he’s followed around by a herd of eligible young ladies itching to be on the dance floor, and all he does is stand on the sidelines and look for/watch Penelope. Even before the kiss where he fully realizes the extent of his feelings he’s still not dancing with anyone else.

[carylmeanslove]

Yep since day 1. We knew that everyone else was sleeping on him. But we will not let them forget that it was us Polin shippers/Colin lovers that knew from day 1. No need for herd mentality here because we have always been here fanning ourselves all along.

what did I say ladies and gentlemen didn’t I tell y’all😂 the internet is so fake and fickle and literally has hurd 🐑 mentality it’s wild if one person says something and few agree then suddenly all agree like they don’t have any minds of their own they just following whatever is in and new popular I told y’all since day Colin is the finest man along with Ben, in that whole Bridgerton show this don’t include QC men so don’t be coming for me because I didn’t inlcunde prince adolphus who’s so stunning too, Anthony visually is it not doubt about it and not in s1 but s2 overall he’s pretty but character wise personality and visually COLIN was always nr1 I’m sorry Benedict was nr2 just bc as character he’s just not fully fleshed and is just the HIMBOO of the family which is why many love him he’s just there being cute nice silly dumb and pretty hopefully he’ll get too be a more real person and not just the pretty dumb brother! Ofc in his szn he’ll be full fleshed character and person

BTW Us COLIN POLIN fans since day1 how do we feel don’t hall just love winning and knowing your taste and mind is superior to everyone and y’all have your own brains and aren’t just brainless zombies that follow whatever the some people with horrendous taste on the internet say and do 😂 me being a sheep I could never I have a mind of my own I could never just follow whatever someone tells just because it’s popular and in

[maevelin]

I just love my dorks!

Penelope: I could die tomorrow. I could and it would kill me. Colin: But you'd already be dead. Debling: Good for you. For stepping away from the herd...just like him (points at the stag) Penelope: He is dead. Me: THOSE TWO ARE MADE FOR EACH OTHER!

[transbookoftheday]

Amplitudes: Stories of Queer and Trans Futurity, edited by Lee Mandelo

Revolutionary and visionary, these twenty-two speculative stories edited by Lambda, Nebula and Hugo finalist Lee Mandelo explore the vast potentialities of our queer and trans futures.

From self-styled knights fighting in dystopian city streets to conservationists finding love in the Appalachian forests; from social media posts about domestic “bliss” in a lottery-based, state-housing skyscraper to herding feral cats off of one’s scientific equipment; from street drugs that create doppelgangers to dance-club cruising at the edge of the galaxy—Amplitudes: Stories of Queer and Trans Futurity interrogates the farthest borders of the sci-fi landscape to imagine how queer life will look centuries in the future—or ten years from now.

Filled with brutal honesty, raw emotions, sexual escapades, and delightful whimsy, Amplitudes speaks to the longstanding tradition of queer fiction as protest. This essential collection serves as an evolving map of our celebrations, anxieties, wishes, pitfalls, and—most of all—our rallying cry that we're here, we're queer—and the future is ours!

Inventive, moving, and hopeful, this fresh anthology contains never before published stories by some of our most prominent and emerging LGBTQIA+ writers, including:

Esther Alter • Bendi Barrett • Ta-wei Chi, trans. Ariel Chu • Colin Dean • Maya Deane • Dominique Dickey • Katharine Duckett • Meg Elison • Paul Evanby • Aysha U. Farah • Sarah Gailey • Ash Huang • Margaret Killjoy • Wen-yi Lee • Ewen Ma • Jamie McGhee • Sam J. Miller • Aiki Mira, trans. CD Covington • Sunny Moraine • Nat X. Ray • Neon Yang • Ramez Yoakeim

[madtobeme]

Damian Wayne facing a phone camera on a tripod. The shot shows the outside of a small barn with attached paddock and outside stable doors lining the seen side of the building. "Hello my viewers. Many of my siblings have come to be seen sharing information and experiences that I have been informed are unique to our family, or in some cases unique to those with our finical backing. I have decided to do my due diligence to the public and share my own unique experiences at the hand of my family, though admittedly unlike most my fathers other children I have been very fortunate as to have spent my whole life with access to wealth and the lifestyle it has afforded myself and my family. In wanting to participate in the same showing as my siblings, though admittedly not knowing what exactly I should share with my audience, I requested the aid of my friends Collin, and Jonathan."

The camera flips around to show Colin Wilkes and Jonathan Kent sticking their tongues out and making raspberry noises before the camera flips back to Damian. The sound of giggling can be heard as Damian is seen with one eye twitching and a sour look on face.

A harsh blink was seen on damiana end before he released a breath only seen by the puff of his nostrils. "As I was saying, I requested their aid for this venture. It was recommended to me by them that displaying my animals could be a worth while feat. I do hope you enjoy this videoed experience as much I enjoy my animals."

The camera cuts to Damian sitting on a pile of straw seemingly within the barn. His nice polo seemingly a little out of place, yet his relaxed expression as he looked down at a short haired tuxedo cat who stood on the bale behind him, front paws standing on his shoulder as the butted their head against the boys cheeks.

With a smile and eyes not leaving the cat Damian introduced the animal, " This is Alfred the cat, she is an indoor outdoor cat. Though when she's outside must wear her tags." He lists the little fish shaped tag attached to the black collar that blended with the animals fur. "Despite her masculine name, she is in fact a female. A fact we admittedly only learned recently." The camera moves to behind the bale of straw that Alfred sits on to show a cat sized nest filled with 4 squirming kittens with eyes not yet opened. "Admittedly we had assumed she was a neutered male, obviously we were wrong. As soon as she has finished nursing them we shall have her spayed."

The camera cuts again, this time to a wash bay where a bay horse stands in its cross ties. Damian stands next to the large animal, detangling the horses main with a large comb. "This is my arabian stud colt, عاصي (Asi). He is two years old, and was a gift from my mother. His dam, mother, was a favorite of mine growing up. My mother had her bred with me in mind. I intend to back him, and have him trained in endurance. His temperment is good, and I do aprove of his cobfirmation so dependingon how his training and endurancecareer go I may have him remain intact or choose to geld him in the future."

"We have a pair of quarter horses mixes back at ma and pa's, but there more pasture ornaments than anything else " A voice from behind the camera pipes.

"Horses are herd animals. Admittedly, Asi's stay here is currently only accompanied by Batcow, whom we shall visit shortly. I do, however, have plans to rectify this for both of them in the near future."

"Does your dad know about your plans for more animals?" A different voice than before adding to the moment.

Damian gave a sharp smile, face only just looking towards the camera away from the horse, "You're assuming father even knows about Asi."

A camera cuts again.

The camera zooms in as Damian's face a few small pink rubber bands held between as his teeth, a slight shift of the camera shows him braiding the horses main.

The camera cut again.

Seemingly in the pasture now, Damian stands in front of a large brown and white cow.

The very Gotham accent from just before could be heard, "Who's this?"

"This lady is Batcow. She is a Hereford, she was saved from a slaughter house, and it was shortly after she was brought here that I choose to pursue vegetari-" A rush of barks was heard before a series of barks came running behind Batcow.

The camera zoomed in to a horse of a dog with a stick somehow longer than the dog in his mouth, quickly fallowed by a German Shepard, the source of the barking. "Aaaaand there goes Titus and Ace." The very not Gotham voice added, though there did seem to be a laugh also from behind the camera.

The camera cut to what appeared to be behind the barn, camera tilted up to focus on the roof of the barn where a turkey could be seen. The camera zoomed out to show Damian standing arms crossed. He turned back to the camera, "My turkey Jerry." A zoom in on the turckey in question.

"Why is he on the roof?"

"He's a turkey." The statement of non Gothamite, with a tone of absolute certainty.

"He is a turkey." Damian nodded.

The camera cut.

Damian looked down at the camera as whoever was carrying it seemed to be making their way up a later to join him. "We must be quiet. He is sleeping."

The camera peaked up over the second story of the building they were in, a layer of straw covered the floor and a flash of red before the camera seemed to tumble down a smidge.

"DAMIAN WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?"

"You didn't warn Colin about Goliath?"

"Shhhh. He is a demon bat. He sleeps during the day. Now come, get up here. Besides you have nothing to fear, he is only a threat if I command him to be." The camera seemed to shake as it made its way over the edge of the flooring.

"That is not reassuring Damian."

There the camera gave a clear view of what the camera only barely captured before. There Damian was seen squatting in front of a blur of red, back turned toward the camera as he seemed to be slowly petting massive pointed fluffy ears. Beyond the sight of Damian on either side were stretched out red leathery wings, entire cushioned by a bed of straw. Adjusting his position, Damian moved to sit fully on the floor, legs crossed, and he moved the beasts, snoring head to rest on his legs. He had the face of a massive bat, with a shortened snout that had a bull ring through its nose. He looked toward the camera, rolling his eyes and making a come closer motion with his hand. With a shaking hold, the camera seemed to come just a small bit closer.

"As many of you may or may not be aware of, my father funds a large portion of the justice league, providing accesses to the necessary tools and information that the superhero's of our world often need. It is because of this connection that I was graciously asked to take part in the care of Goliath."

"Robin found him during one of his adventures and he entrusted his care onto myself and my family, knowing we had the funds and resources necessary and specific to care for him. " Staring down at the beast resting on his lap, with a soft smile that seemed to only be for his animals he spoke softly. "I am quite blessed to have him, and my other animals in my life. Thank you for joining me and my friends for my take on sharing what my life has blessedly provided me with."

The camera cut.

This post is inspired by a similar one that i can't find but it specifically talks about Damian with a horse lol. If someone finds it please link in comments :)

[vviipers]

880 words. (loz: tp) malo, talo, beth, colin & fem! reader. (loz: tp) mentioned link/fem! reader.

"C'mon down, Miss Priss!"

The nickname was cute and the children's Ordanian drawl would have made you bow in any other situation, but you were more than happy sitting on the porch of Link's home as you flipped through your book.

It'd rained all day long for three days. While today had lightened up to a simple spring shower, the ground was still soaked through until it became mud. You'd gotten the displeasure of watching several villagers slip and slide as they traveled between Ordon and Ordona's spring, most of which involved the children. While you were morally obligated, you hated making the trek down the ladder and into the mud whenever you heard a yelp.

"She's made outta crystal, y'know! Those city folk weren't meant for down here!"

They were right. It was a miracle you even survived your first few months of living in the village. You never minded helping around the farm or doing some yard work for the ladies, but that was the extent of outdoor work you did.

It wasn't that you were completely useless. The guilt of sitting pretty at home would guilt you the same way it did in Castletown.

Germs were gross. Your research (and overall feeling of ick after touching something dirty) had taught you as much. It's what made you made you so good at your job.

"Maybe when the grass comes back," you gently try to placate them. The comment makes them look down at the mud to fact-check you, Talo stomping and jumping around to shove the remaining blades down. "I'm always here if you have a boo-boo, though!"

"Boo-boo," Malo mimics, rubbing his thumb against his lips before sucking it into his mouth. Even without your grimace, he's quick to spit it out after discovering the mud covering it made it less appetizing. "Blegh! What's that?"

Beth shakes her head in disapproval and looks up from the drawing she and Colin are currently coloring. There's a pile of them carefully arranged around the porch, most held in your lap so they don't spill out from under the protection of the umbrella. "It's a cut, isn't it?"

You nod and she brushes hair over her shoulder in pride. A giggle leaves her when you brush a stray from over her ear, crying that it was ticklish.

She was your student, used loosely, so of course she picked up on the strange words you used in your day-to-day. If you thought back hard enough, you could remember the way she looked when you offhandedly repeated a few sayings she'd never heard.

(If you thought even further, you could recall the way Beth glared at you when Link had brought you to Kakariko. She'd hated you even more when all was said and done, pulling you aside and giving you empty threats when he'd formerly introduced you as his lover.)

(You'd never taken her seriously. It had taken some time, but she quickly warmed up after you cared for her while her parents visited Castletown for a week.)

Something in the conversation makes Colin perk up, leaning off of his stomach and onto his side. "Missus," he starts before adding your name, brows furrowed as he tries remembering if he was supposed to use it or miss. "Can you bring us some more stuff you keep in that box? Link 'n' Fado keep using it all."

It's not a shocking bit of information. In the year and a half you've known Link, he's been more than risky in all his endeavors. It's only natural he'd find a way to get himself hurt herding goats, collecting cuckoos, and harvesting pumpkins.

"Of course," you hum, slipping your bookmark between the pages and folding it closed. Standing, you gesture for Talo and Malo to come up the ladder and ignore the way they stomp their feet in argument. "You all must be hungry, right? Beth, why don't you help Colin make a new kit— pack it full— and I can make you all something to eat."

That gets the boys to lighten up, Talo helping Malo clamber up the ladder before following close on his tail. They shed their jackets and dirty pants, donning the shorts beneath while rubbing their stomachs as though starved.

"Can you make those soup 'n' sandwiches you make when we're sick? The red one that you can put the cheesy ones in!" Colin's suggestion is one all the kids agree with, stopping by the fireplace to warm their hands before scattering.

It takes you a moment to figure out what he's talking about, taking until you finish washing your hands to clarify. "Tomato soup and melted cheese?"

"Yeah! That!" Malo hisses and pushes his chair away from the fire once he gets too hot too fast, wrapping the blanket he snagged from the recliner tightly around his shoulders. "And that juice too!"

"Maybe," you laugh, retrieving the ingredients from the newly installed cooler. "Any last requests for my royal highnesses?"

There's a few more thrown into the air, a couple in your ear and the other from the basement. You don't think you had anything to bake their sweet-tooth cravings, but you're sure the rainy day would be enough to make you all creative.

[shmaptainwrote]

𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 [𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘]

PAIRINGS — Violet Bridgerton x fem!Reader [Modern!AU]

SUMMARY — More news comes to light about Landon, putting Violet and Reader on damage control.

WORD COUNT — 3K

WARNINGS — some descriptions of panic and anxiety

NOTE — And here's chapter 2! From here on out posts will be weekly, most likely on Fridays, but I hope you enjoy this start to the story and I can't wait to share chapter 3 with all of you!

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑰𝑰: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑮𝑶𝑻 𝑨𝑾𝑨𝒀

A few weeks had now passed since Violet had hired you, and she couldn’t have prayed for a better fit. Even though they were behind on some of the budgeting for the gala, things were running so smoothly Violet was confident that they would catch up. 

“You look like you’re in a good mood.” 

Violet looked up from her tea at her friend who she was visiting, a smile creeping up on her lips. 

“And what if I am?” she asked. 

“I would ask why because you have been so stressed you’ve been giving me grey hair, and now, miraculously, something has changed.” 

Violet chuckled at Agatha’s dramatic flair and placed her tea down in a saucer before speaking. 

“You remember this whole thing with Landon,” she said. “Dealing with the aftermath of it was terrible, but I recently hired someone to fill his position, and she feels like a very good fit. I’m enjoying working with her.” 

“A good fit,” Agatha smiled. She had a feeling there was something else her friend wasn’t sharing, but she knew it would come with time, not wanting to press too hard quite yet. “I suppose that means the gala is raring to go?” 

“Yes, and I would be so grateful if you could attend,” Violet said with a soft look in her eyes. “I’m trying to make sure all the family is back in time for it, but you know my children.” 

“Like herding cats,” Agatha said with a chuckle, and Violet nodded with slight exasperation. “Speaking of, how is everyone?” 

“Alive,” Violet chuckled. “Anthony is still in India, he won’t be back until the gala I believe; Benedict is Lord knows where; Colin and Penelope are on assignment in Indonesia last I heard. You probably already know that Daphne and Simon are settling in with baby number three.” 

Agatha nodded. 

“Eloise is at school taking summer courses because she cannot be without some sort of mental stimulation for too long; Francesca has just started her position at the philharmonic; and Gregory and Hyacinth are at home getting on each other’s nerves as usual.”

“So I gather the house still isn’t quiet?” 

“Not in the least,” Violet shook her head. “Hyacinth is so excited I’ve agreed to let her go to this concert with Benedict. I believe I’ve heard all of the album so many times I could do the concert myself.” 

“But watching one’s mother sing is not nearly as entertaining is it?” Agatha teased and Violet laughed. 

“No, surely not.” 

Once the laughter settled down, Agatha looked at Violet, a curious glimmer in her eyes. 

“Are you sure there isn’t something else you wish to speak with me about?” she asked. “Perhaps something different from the usual?” 

Violet frowned a little, unsure as to what her friend was referring to.

“No, I don’t think there is,” she shook her head. “Why do you ask?” 

“No particular reason,” Agatha shrugged. “But you do know you can tell me anything.” 

“Of course I do,” Violet nodded her head, her lips pressed into a small, thin smile. “You are my closest friend, if there was something to tell, I would tell it to you.” 

“Good,” Agatha nodded, content with that response. 

Violet sipped her tea and thought back to Agatha’s question. Was she reading into something that wasn’t there or did she sense something Violet didn’t? The only really different thing in her life at the moment was you and, in her mind, that was normal. You were an employee who was working well, but then again so was Marianne when Violet had hired her, and she hadn’t necessarily sung her praises in front of Agatha. 

She was about to open her mouth and ask her friend further questions about what she meant, but she was interrupted by the sound of her phone ringing. 

Seeing your name flash across the screen, she excused herself for a moment, answering the phone and stepping outside of the room to take the call. 

“Hello?” 

“Violet, hi,” she heard your voice on the other end, you sounded a little nervous. 

“Is something going on?” she asked. 

“Nothing major,” you assured her. “Just I-I noticed some discrepancies in the accounts…Okay that’s pretty major, I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m so sorry to cut your tea with your friend short, but I think we have to talk about this.” 

Violet pressed her lips together and nodded her head. 

“Are you at the house?” she asked. 

“No, I’m at my apartment in the city. I can be there in forty minutes.” 

“No need, I’m closer to you, text me your address, I’ll come over,” she said. 

“Alright, call me when you get close, I’ll come down and get you from a side entrance.” 

Violet felt a small flutter in her chest at the reminder that she may be exposing herself to wandering eyes, but your voice quickly reassured her that there were ways to be discreet. 

“I’ll see you soon,” Violet said. “Maybe call the lawyers while you’re waiting for me, I’ll call Anthony on the way.” 

You agreed and exchanged quick goodbyes before Violet entered the room, an apologetic look on her face. 

“Dinner to make up for this?” she asked. 

“Your place, you cook,” Agatha nodded and Violet chuckled. 

“Deal,” she came into the room and gave her friend a tight hug before grabbing her bag and jacket, letting herself out. 

She got into her car and began the drive to the address you had sent, calling Anthony once the GPS was set up. 

“Hey Mum,” the voice of her daughter-in-law rang through the car and Violet smiled. 

“Kate, my darling, it is so good to hear your voice,” she sighed. 

“It's good to hear yours, too,” she could practically hear Kate smile over the phone. “Let me guess, more issues with work?” 

“Unfortunately, yes,” Violet nodded. “It may be good for you to hear this as well, but can you get Anthony?” 

“Of course,” Kate assured her and went to go get her husband, informing her when they were both on the phone together. 

“Mum, what’s going on?” Anthony asked. 

“Our new manager’s just found some discrepancies in the accounts. I thought you said the lawyers didn’t find anything?”

“They didn’t,” Anthony swore quietly. “What was it?” 

“I’m not sure yet, but I would not be surprised if it has anything to do with Landon. I’m heading to her home right now to go over things with her, and she’s calling the lawyers,” Violet explained. “Just, could you maybe go on damage control with your siblings and make sure no one is spending exorbitant amounts of money on anything, not that they would, just try to keep things within limits.” 

“Okay, Kate and I can handle that,” Anthony nodded. 

“Are you sure you don’t want us to come home?” Kate asked. “My family would understand, we can come back another time.”

“Oh no, my dear,” Violet shook her head. “No, I wouldn’t want you to do that. This time is special, Eddie isn’t always going to be this young. Your family should get a chance to enjoy him like this, too.” 

“Alright,” she sighed. “But don’t hesitate to call if you need anything. I feel like we left you alone at such an inconvenient time.” 

“It’s no matter, we have a manager now who I really think we can trust. I’m sure she’ll be able to help me figure whatever this is out.” 

“We love you, Mum,” Anthony said. “Check in soon.” 

“Will do. Kisses.” 

Both Anthony and Kate made a small kiss sound over the phone before they exchanged goodbyes and hung up just before Violet pulled into the area where your apartment was.

It took her a moment to find parking, but she called you while she did and you came down to greet her by the side door, ushering her inside. 

“You found the place okay?” you asked, and Violet nodded her head. 

You could see the stress clearly in her expression, especially as she fiddled with the rings on her finger or played with the ends of her hair while you were waiting in the elevator. 

Once you finally got inside your apartment you quietly excused the mess. 

“I moved in just before I started working for you, I haven’t had the chance to get everything out of boxes yet,” you explained, bringing her over to your office that was more or less set up. “Okay, this is what I found.” 

You showed Violet the papers splayed out and began to explain them. 

“Basically, it’s a money trail,” you said. “At first glance it actually looks quite normal, which is probably why the others missed it, but I didn’t recognize this name,” you pointed to the document, “and decided to do some additional digging. I found out it actually goes all the way to this shell company working out of Seychelles. Unfortunately, I can’t touch it and it looks like there’s a couple hundred million in there.” 

Violet could feel herself growing nauseous. Ironically, she wasn’t worried about the money, but more so what kind of attention this would bring to the family. The kind of attention she was trying so desperately to avoid. 

“V-Violet, are you alright? You look a little pale,” you said softly, gently reaching to place a hand on her back. “Do you want to sit down?” 

She nodded her head, and you helped her into one of the nearby seats, watching as her eyes scanned the papers. 

“We have to call the police, don't we?” she said finally and you nodded your head. “This is my fault,” she whispered and you frowned, kneeling down in front of her. 

“How on earth is this your fault?” you asked. 

“I hired Landon,” she explained. “He worked for us for years, and I didn’t notice a single thing.”

“Violet,” you placed a hand on her knee, and her eyes moved to where you touched her. The contact was not unfamiliar, but she felt herself wanting to lean into it. “These weren’t your actions,” you said quietly. “They’re Landon’s, and it’s not like he made his intentions clear to you. He lied and was manipulative.” 

Violet chewed on the inside of her cheek, holding her forehead in her hands before running her hand through her hair and leaning back into the chair. 

“The money will find its way back-” 

“It’s not about the money,” Violet shook her head. “We have more than enough of that, and even if we didn’t…it wouldn’t be the end of the world.” 

You stayed silent, waiting to see if she would say more, but your mind found itself drifting back to the comment she had made during your interview. 

“It’s the press, isn’t it?” you asked, and she nodded her head. 

You chewed on your lip, trying to think of something, anything that might relieve her worry, but you were afraid nothing would do the trick. 

“You must think it's silly,” Violet said, leaning back in her chair, her body language becoming more closed off as the topic progressed. “That someone who has lived her whole life in the spotlight should probably be used to the press by now.” 

“I never said I think it’s silly,” you spoke softly, still kneeling by her side. “I can't imagine having my whole life available to the public, whether it is the truth or lies fabricated to get more viewership. That is not a life I think anyone sane would long for.” 

Violet pressed her lips together and sighed. 

“Then let’s try and keep this low profile for as long as we can. It will inevitably get out, but maybe by that time, things will have cooled off.” 

You nodded your head, patting her knee and standing up. 

“Of course, then we can focus on lighter things like this gala.” You smiled. “I just got word that they secured the venue you wanted, so that’s good news.” 

Violet couldn’t help but smile at that. It was good news. She’d always had good luck when she’d hosted at this venue, managing to raise more and more money each time, and she would always make sure her own family’s donations would match. 

Edmund had always said that money was a tool, and when it was used properly, it had the opportunity to do good in the world. 

Now that most of her children were able to support themselves, she worried less and less about giving more of the money away. Yes, they had lived a fairly privileged life, but she and Edmund tried to make sure they didn’t focus their spending on luxuries. 

Aside from their home, which had been in the family for eons, they kept things simple. A few people to help around the house due to its large size, security when it was necessary, but that was the extent of it. 

Violet watched as you picked up the phone to call the lead officer on Landon’s case. Eventually they had given their number to Violet in case anything suspicious came up, but she thought they were in the clear and would never have to use it. 

When you were finished talking, telling the officer you would meet him at the Bridgerton’s residence, you grabbed your keys and your purse, but Violet stopped you. 

“We can go together, I’ll bring you back afterwards,” she said. 

“Are you sure? I know today has been hectic already. I don't want to add anything on your plate.” 

“Driving is the only time I get any peace, you’d be doing me a favour,” she assured. “Plus, I just got Gregory to clean the car so it’s spotless,” she teased. 

You chuckled at what she said, still packing your keys in your purse. 

“Okay, let’s go then,” you grabbed the papers and files from your desk that were relevant and headed to Violet’s car. She took a quick look around, before giving you a nod to get inside, and she followed soon after, starting the car. Hearing the quiet hum of the hybrid engine come into the space, she pulled out of her parking spot and began the drive back to her home. 

You wouldn’t lie, you weren’t particularly expecting Violet to drive herself around, but clearly she had proven time and time again her family did not do things the typical way. 

“So you enjoy driving?” you tried to make friendly conversation. 

“I do,” she nodded. “And I find I do so much of it, I may as well get a car that’s decent for the environment.”

“Really, you drive a lot?” you asked. 

“Well, more when all of my kids were still living at home. We used to joke and say I was the family chauffeur, but I loved driving with the kids, it let me spend more time with them when everything around us felt unmanageable.”

“Are you still chauffeuring Hyacinth and Gregory?” 

“Not as much as I used to. Hyacinth definitely, but Gregory gets himself around, much to my dismay,” she chuckled lightly. “But before I know it, Hyacinth will be off to school, and I’ll be alone with a lot of time on my hands.” 

“Maybe I can engage your services, then,” you teased and Violet smiled. 

“Tit for tat, I like that,” she turned off of the highway and went to one of the less crowded offroads that led to the house. “What about yourself, do you have any simple pleasures?” 

“You know, that is a good question,” you sighed and sank back into your seat. “I love art. Even just looking at it, I suppose.”

“And how do you satisfy that need?” Violet inquired further. 

“Museums, mostly. I’ll just go and sit there for hours looking at a particular painting. Well, I used to, I don’t have enough time to do much of that anymore,” you admitted. 

“You’ll enjoy the venue for the gala then,” Violet said. “It’s filled with art, I find it gets people in the right mood to give generously.” 

“You do a lot of that, don’t you?” you asked, turning your head over to her, watching as her eyes were focused on the road ahead, sunglasses tangled in her hair, the ghost of a smile on her lips. 

“Give generously?” she asked. “Yes, I’m afraid there may have been something I failed to mention when I hired you.” 

“Which is?”

“I don’t think this is going to be a permanent position,” she said quietly. 

“And why is that?” you asked curiously. 

“Once Hyacinth is in school, Anthony and I have made plans to…essentially give away most of the money.” 

“As your financial manager, I feel compelled to advise you against that,” you said, “but as a human being. I admire your detachment.” 

“Oh, I assure you there are selfish motives as well,” she said. “Each of the children will be left with a sizable trust, I will have enough to let me have a comfortable retirement, but Anthony and I thought it was time we got rid of the thing that keeps all the cameras constantly on our family.” 

“Do all your children know about this plan?” you asked. 

“More or less,” she nodded. “They’re all capable individuals. They will live happy and comfortable lives, and I know for a fact they won't struggle and neither will any of their children, or their children after that. They just might have a chance at some semblance of normality.” 

You nodded your head, understanding. 

“I’ll obviously need your help with that transition once it happens, but after that I’m afraid I won’t have much of a need for your expertise. Unless you also do taxes, then perhaps I can keep you around,” she looked over at you briefly. 

“I don’t tend to do taxes,” you said. “But I think I’d make an exception for you, Violet.” 

Violet bit her lip and smiled. She had certainly hoped you might say that.

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Chapter 47 of my fanfiction "The Legend of Zelda: Fate's Design" is officially up on Ao3!

Here's a teaser (Warning for language):

Link's POV

Fado spoke but was cut off by the sound of a goat bleating. We all looked in the direction of the sound and saw one of Fado’s goats running loose... "Goddamn it, Seymour!" He yelled. "This is the third time this week!"

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Seymour was prancing around happily, preferring freedom over the confines of a fence. Fado looked so defeated. "We'll take care of him, Fado!" Talo yelled out as he jumped up from his seat. Colin jumped up as well, and they nodded to each other, running in the direction of the pesky goat.

"Ah..." He sighed with relief, putting a fist to his forehead momentarily. "Thank you, boys! I'm sure glad you're both skilled enough to help with goat herding now!" He put his hand on my shoulder. "I'll bet it's nice to not have to do it as often!"

"I don't ever mind helping you, but it is nice to have help!" We both chuckled.

Interested in reading more? Check out "The Legend of Zelda: Fate's Design"!

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Modern AU Penthony. Plot Bunny for Adoption.

“Hello?” Anthony asked unaware that he was about to receive news that will change his life.

“Anthony,” Benedict said, his voice heavily filled with emotion. The moment he heard his brother say his name he immediately knew that something was wrong because Benedict always called him either Ant or brother. “Ben, is everything alright?” Anthony asked, his heart pounding in his chest. “It’s Penelope. She was on her way to Bridgerton House she swerved to miss a herd of sheep, her brakes gave out and she hit a stone wall. It’s bad Anthony, they had to cut the car to get her out. We are all at the hospital except for Francesca who stayed back at the house with Greg and Hy.” Benedict explained in a hoarse voice trying to keep the tears at bay.

Anthony’s heart stopped beating as his arm fell back to his side at the news. He was frozen as his memories of Penelope flashed through his mind and the moment her smiling face popped up he was moving towards his car, his phone forgotten and shoved in his pocket. As he rushed to the hospital he silently begged whoever was listening to let Penelope be alright.

“Dearest, have you heard from Anthony? I just tried calling him and it went straight to voicemail.” Violet asked Benedict as she walked out of Penelope’s room. “I was just on the phone with him. I told him about Penelope but then the phone went dead. I’m sure he’s on his way.” Benedict explained as he reassured his mother. He remained in the hallway waiting for Anthony while his mother went back in the room to sit by Penelope’s bedside.

A commotion at the end of the hallway drew Benedict’s attention. There was Anthony fighting with the hospital security and he looked unhinged. “Anthony! I’m sorry he’s with me. I will take care of him from here.” Benedict called out as he stepped up to the group. Anthony glared at the security guard as he walked past him to follow his brother. “Where is she?” He asked, trying to get himself under control. Benedict motioned to the door to their left and without a word Anthony was storming into the room.

Violet, Eloise, Daphne and Colin all looked up at his entrance. He was standing there frozen as he took in the sight of Penelope lying there with wires and tubes hooked up to her. He stumbled across the room and tentatively slipped his hand into hers and promptly fell to his knees next to the bed. Silently Violet ushered her children out into the hallway with Benedict to give Anthony privacy to be with Penelope.

“I didn’t think Anthony was that close to Penelope?” Colin comments as he leans back against a wall. Daphne and Eloise share a look with Benedict as they know that Anthony has been in love with Penelope for years. “Anthony has always cared about Penelope, he just had a hard time showing it most of the time. He was there for her in ways that you will never understand, you don’t see the way he is with her when he’s comfortable and lets his walls down. He is the Anthony that we grew up with as children and it’s all because of Penelope.” Benedict spoke up from next to their mother as the two glanced into the glass window of the door to where Anthony was still kneeling on the floor but now his head was resting by Penelope’s side.

“Stay With Me, Penelope. Please stay with me. I love you, Penelope. Please stay with me.” Anthony begged, his voice heavy with tears. He silently moved her hand to rest her fingers against his cheek and her palm against his lips. “Anthony?” A hoarse voice spoke up from the head of the bed. Anthony’s head whipped up so fast he nearly fell over and the moment he locked eyes with those beautiful blue eyes that he adored he broke down crying.

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Eloise, Penelope and Daphne friendship. Protective Big Brother Benedict and Simon. Penelope and Anthony Falling in love. Smitten Anthony Bridgerton.

Anthony is a softie for Penelope. Falling in Love. Banter and Teasing. Flirting. Humor and Sarcasm. Sassy Penelope. Bridgertons Being Bridgertons. Eloise, Daphne and Benedict live for Penthony. Hyacinth knows all and is a menace. Forehead kisses.

Smut. Cuddles. Family Feels. A Pinch of Angst. HEA. Chaotic Bridgertons. Chaos Everywhere. Anthony Loves Penelope. Family Movie and Game Nights. Friends to Lovers. Violet knows everything. Drunk Anthony is adorable and funny. Happy Ending. Anthony and Penelope are Soulmates. Benedict and Penelope are platonic soulmates. Tooth-Rotting Fluff. Penelope loves Anthony.