#c: colin

[void-botanist]

I got so enchanted by this idea that it's pretty much canon now: maybe two or three years after AOM, Colin says "fuck this" and moves back to Rade, but this time to Aephar (he's from Liepes), where he falls in with Nell and Bess and starts a band with them. So here's Nell and Colin, who I imagine sounding like Pat Benatar and (trans) Joan Jett, respectively.

[fcundaticnsofdecay]

status: closed

based: linked in source

with: @hedonistiics

he had no idea why he couldn't seem to help himself. after all he knew that she was exhausted. she had practically told him so over and over again earlier that very day. he had done his best to leave it but then he found himself in the bedroom. at first he had been thinking he would just watch a movie but he kept glancing over at her. the blanket was down to her waist and her tank top had shifted. his hand reached to begin to pull it back but then his fingers brushed against her nipple. he froze but found himself reaching to gently pinch it between his fingers. a near groan fell from him as he began to cup her breast while he dipped his head down to capture one into his mouth, not caring at that point if she woke or not.

[vvrcths]

where: a side street in downtown london when: early evening whom: @colin-blackwood

Lucretia hated how her life unfolded sometimes — mostly when within the public eye — and the humiliations she had to suffer for the sake of being a woman of privilege.

People would ask what she was wearing but nothing deeper than that; if a person were to pick her pocket, she'd be acutely aware and sizzling with anger but have to pretend she had not noticed and, depending on the pick-pocket, say goodbye to the item forever; if a man were to hit on her and be a little aggressive she would need to wither demurely because, given her own way, she'd break every bone in his body and make him say he was sorry, at length, before letting him potentially live.

Playing a wilting violet afforded her safety in her life in the long run, a thing she desperately needed to comfortably continue her work and keep up appearances, but she hated every second of it. The demure, sometimes wild socialite who spends her money as if shopping is everything and goes to galas and events as if her life depended on it. A complete departure from the woman she was at her core.

But, it was especially frustrating when someone attempted to harm her or rob her, especially so much so in the public eye that someone could easily happen by and she couldn't just make them wish they'd never crossed her.

No, hands on her bag and a knife drawn on her — she was immediately annoyed at the state of the knife and the fact that it was not only cheap but poorly handled — and she was forced to, after a beat of annoyance internally, start screaming for help. Her voice carried, and she performed with desperation and a practiced fervor, wanting nothing more than for this to end and her to thank her 'savior' for as long as was politely necessary.

There were three men, and though people were passing by in the side-street, most of them were keeping to themselves, acting as if they'd heard or seen nothing — a thing Lucretia would normally appreciate but right now it was dragging out her misery — because it wasn't their issue to deal with. The rich woman would recover from a lost purse and most people who had knives out for a robbery weren't willing to use them. They were meant for threat more than use. But why risk yourselves for someone you don't know who is probably better off than you anyway, right?

Another loud scream, her face twitching into vague boredom and annoyance as she pulled her purse back towards her one more time. If she had to abandon that bag and lose one of her favorite weapons, a thin knife sewn against its lining on the side to be hidden from pat down searches, she'd be more than angry about the lack of help she'd received.

This shit was insufferable, she could have killed all three of them and deposited the bodies somewhere in the time that she'd been doing this dance, "HELP!"

[hazelparsons]

location: graveyard with @graveseer-young

Going to the graveyard once a week had been her routine for years now and the fact that her face looked like it had been attacked by a nest of angry bees on steroids would not stop her. Even more so, she had the excuse of having to make up for the visits she missed while on the Ranch. A very needed excuse, since her days at Redwood were spent sulking in her house, convincing herself to go outside and regretting it the instant she got a weird look from someone. The graveyard was good middle ground- some fresh air, no one around to judge.

Almost no one. She saw Colin the moment she entered, but she strangely did not mind his presence. He knew better than to judge- he had been on the Ranch too. "You good?" she asked with a nod as she approached.

[watsonsfelton]

CUTIE COLIN BRIDGERTON (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧ | Bridgerton | 3.06

[nic-coughlan]

oh colin

for two and a half seasons, we've seen this man go from nearly marrying a woman who was lying to him, to travelling the world, to changing his whole personality and sleeping with random women to fit in, and the one constant is trying to find 'purpose'. and then penelope happens and everything is bright and beautiful.

and then:

this breaks my heart, our hearts, and penelope's heart because his self worth comes into it and he believes he needs to protect her and if he's not doing that, what is he good for? when really truly all penelope wants is him as he is and he can't see it. not yet. like oh baby boy, it's going to be okay i promise.

[fcundaticnsofdecay]

colin had done his best to be patient with her. after all he hadn't wanted to screw it all up. that was why he was so pleased that she had opened up in such a way. plus it had allowed him to know that she was willing to let him try new things. he knew that she was exhausted but he craved more. things were taking on a different tone compared to the previous night. he chuckled as she wiggled beneath him and seemed to perk up a bit more," you promise?" his tone was teasing but he allowed her to pull him into a kiss. his tongue dragged along her lips before seeking hers out. he barely nodded in agreement as he reached down to begin to tease her clit," i'll always make you feel good, i promise."

With her past partners Piper felt they were too timid to explore each other's sexual nature. Now with Colin she felt encouraged to try new things and trusted him to care for her afterwards. Which is why now she wasn't nervous about letting him do as he pleased with her. Especially since this felt more relaxed compared to what they had done earlier. The kisses along her neck made her squirm against him sitting up in the bed more. "You can do what you want with me," she purred moving her hands through his hair pulling him in for a soft kiss. "And I know it's gonna feel so fucking good too," he hummed pecking his lips again before laying back down in the bed.

[filmreveries]

The Lobster (2015) dir. Yorgos Lanthimos

[void-botanist]

Spice tolerance tag game: AOM edition

Thank you for the tag (and the new game!), @ink-flavored!

Rules: rank your characters’ spice tolerance from 🌶 to 🌶🌶🌶🌶🌶 (or from 1 to 5, if you don’t want to use emojis). Feel free to add more detail, and then tag others to play next!

For some of the AOM cast:

Sid: 🌶🌶🌶 (3), but he often doesn't go that spicy, mostly because of cooking for his mom.

Emma: 🌶 (1). Does it really HAVE to be spicy...

Donovan: 🌶🌶🌶🌶 (4). He occasionally has Sid make him a spicier version of something, but he also has discovered the Ensaum version of Goron spice from Breath of the Wild and will just dump that on stuff if he feels like it.

Avis: 🌶🌶🌶🌶🌶 (5), at least. She loves spicy stuff, especially the spicy noodles at this one place on Eas. There's always a stockpile of hot sauces in her house/boat.

Sorian: 🌶🌶 (2). He's been tempted many a time by whatever Avis is eating, because it doesn't smell that spicy, and then regretted trying it as soon as it touched his tongue.

Horatio: 🌶🌶🌶 (3). He's expanding it because he thinks this is weak, but he's comparing himself to Celia.

Celia: 🌶🌶🌶🌶🌶 (5). She says it's a ferasca thing that she's always had a high spice tolerance. She's only a little bit right.

Colin: 🌶🌶🌶🌶 (4), just barely. He'll say he can withstand a 5, and he can, for a value of withstand that is "tears streaming down his face, full of remorse for his hubris".

Palmyra: 🌶🌶 (2). Honestly she doesn't really like spicy food.

I'll tag @kahvilahuhut, @kk7-rbs, and @sarahlizziewrites plus whoever else wants to join in!

[pensbridge]

obsessed with the probability that Anthony spent all of part 1 neglecting his viscount duties in favor of being with his wife to how he'll leave the bed to question Colin on his compromised sex acts with Lady Whistledown

[greytyrell]

"Well, I guess you're right there." Grey was looking around and the guy was right. There was so much going on that nobody, apart from him, probably didn't notice music or care for it. Grey wasn't that kind of guy, but still, he couldn't say he wasn't a bit curious.

"Yeah, I've noticed that right now. But if that's the thing, I guess changing it to something modern won't harm."

"Yeah, not that I don't fuck with Buckley but I wouldn't call it party music," Colin agrees, changing it to an LCD Soundsystem track that, paired with the costumes in the middle of June, makes it feel like the set of a surreal '90s movie. "They're not falling asleep though, believe me. There's enough coke in this apartment right now to kill Ozzy, don't know if you noticed."

[vvrcths]

where: a cross-street near south covent garden when: midday whom: @colin-blackwood

Another day spent in tedium; keeping up appearances and making sure to seem as close to normal as one such as she can. From her arm hangs a couple of bags from a shopping trip, likely things that will never see the light of day but at least give some credence to the idea of a socialite who exists purely to exist.

Nothing to see here, folks, just you normal, average, every day rich bitch from London.

Beneath the surface that where a gnawing, a sense of absolute annoyance at the lack of activity. Pieces were being moved within the Jolly Rogers, but in all the tumult she had been left stranded — dry of any jobs that would sate her need to exert violent force and alleviate that emptiness inside.

As if her prayers had been answered — as if she'd ever pray for anything, truly a riot — she caught sight of a familiar head of pale hair in the distance, and once again her second favorite game was afoot.

Always so amicable and palpably aware of the fact that, unlike most, Colin could see right through her; it didn't dissuade or stop her from continuing the charade, however. He would look insane harassing a woman who seemed, in essence, just to be being polite.

"Colin, darling!" A hand lifted, bags dangling and barely drawing an eye from others passing through the streets. Where he was off to was anyone's guess, perhaps south towards his job or... well, it didn't matter. She didn't care. Entertainment would happen now and that was all that mattered in her calculating mind.

A jog in heels that seemed almost too delicate to be done and yet achieved with such grace brought her to bear near him, a beatific smile that didn't quite reach her eyes dancing across her face as people moved around past them. Inside, she was nothing in that moment, but externally...

"Its been ages, luv. How ARE you?"

[dollypopup]

Give it up for the 4 out of 8 Bridgerton siblings who are gay as fuck

[aq2003]

"the doctor is aroace," i say into the mic. the crowd boos. steven moffat throws a tomato at me. i walk off the stage. then, several voices arise from the back of the room. "they're right", say over a third of the actors that have played the doctor over its 60 year long history

[likeafantasy]

DEXTER REWATCH — 6.09 GET GELLAR Have you ever wanted to wipe everything clean and start your whole life all over again?

[secrettastemakerland]

oh colin bridgerton you are so loved (by benedict bridgerton first and foremost) (and me too of course)