#george & reynolds

[delurkr]

The quiz you've all been waiting for

Just about nothing to go on means you can go on just about anything, right? lol

[tatjana-fantasy]

Day 27: Innocent

In my mind, the police officers that saved Anthony had a friendly relationship to him and his family from the start :) Which I guess is ironic because in canon, Anthony doesn't exactly have the best relationship with the police …

27 – Innocent (Reynolds)

Officer George Reynolds had never waited this anxiously for a forensic report. It would determine the life of Anthony Clarke, and to a lesser extent, his own. He didn’t want to believe that Anthony had set the house on fire, but he didn’t have any proof. The forensic support would decide if Anthony was innocent – or if he was a murderer.

He’s innocent, George thought. I know he is. For him, the empty look in Anthony’s eyes was enough proof of its own. And even if it wasn’t – Reynolds knew Anthony. He would never do something like this, not even if someone forced him to. It was just a horrible, tragic accident and not the murder it was claimed to be.

Now he just needed the forensic report to confirm it.

And as if that thought had somehow conjured him, his partner Ernie stormed into the police station, a small stack of papers in his hand.

“He’s innocent!” Ernie exclaimed and George felt an entire weight lifting from his shoulders. “It was a doll,” Ernie continued. “it sat too close to the stove and burned down the house.”

A doll.

It was this moment where George realized that Anthony’s involvement didn’t matter. He was innocent, but that didn’t change the fact that he had just lost his entire family in the span of a night, and that he would always feel responsible for it. The facts didn’t matter, but his feelings did.

“Thank you,” George said softly. “I’ll go get him.”

(Anthony’s empty eyes would haunt him for a long, long time.)

[espanquer]

Thomas Eakins - “Four Men” (1886) August Zeller carried by Charles Grafly, James Wright and George Reynolds

Thomas Eakins (1844 – 1916)

Three male nude models.

[mojolaoluwa-oyedeji]

BOOM!

There was silence. Not total silence, but the nice kind where anyone could hear the general calmness that came with the nighttime, mingled with the wind and snow howling outside and your own thoughts. George quite liked that kind of silence, because his roommate made it very hard to get.

BOOM!

Of course. Silence broken.

George looked up from the wires of the disassembled phone that lay in front of him. He had concentrated to finally crack its hard, plastic outer shell, but now his focus had shattered like the glass of the screen.

He glared at the door of his dorm room.

“Dammit, Cass! What did you do?”

His roommate, Cassius, ran into the room with dirty grey spots all over his face. George noticed it looked suspiciously like ash. Some of it coated his hair, turning it from light brown to almost black. All the hair product he had put into it earlier in the morning for school to tame it was gone.

George thought he looked very much like a scarecrow. A spooked one.

“Something accidentally blew up,” Cassius said, slamming the door behind him. “It wasn’t me though.”

George crossed his arms. “Oh, really? Then who was it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Cass—”

“Who even says ‘dammit’?” Cassius wondered. He played up his London accent for this bit.

“You’re so American.”

George rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”

A stern male voice echoed through the halls of their schoolhouse.

“Cassius Grey!” Their assistant house parent, Flint Lockhurst bellowed. “Get down to this kitchen at once!”

Cassius’ mouth went into a small ‘o’, before he swore and bolted towards his wardrobe and shut himself in.

“George, you have to hide me!” He said, his voice muffled by the thick oak wood the door was made out of.

George groaned and face-palmed.

“I hate you.”

Careful to be light on his toes, George kicked the phone pieces firmly under the heavy wooden desk and plucked a red leather-bound book off of his shelf. The name, written on the spine in gold letters, was Marceline. The cursive style reminded him of his aunt; a tall, airy and rich Englishwoman, who introduced him to classics like the one he just picked up.

He settled himself into bed right on top of his dark brown, fluffy duvet, and opened Marceline to about three-fourths of the way through. If the plan to make him look studious was to be believable, he had to pretend.

I’ll just read the rest later, he thought.

He waited in faux contemplative silence until Mr. Lockhurst’s heavy footsteps paused for a moment outside his dorm room. A loud crack sounded before the door was forced open.

“Evening, Mr. Lockhurst,” he said, calmly, as if Lockhurst hadn’t just put a foot through his door.

Lockhurst was not-so-affectionately called ‘the Ogre’ by three-fourths of the boys in his house, Pendleton. Lockhurst had a chest the length of two wooden barrels, a head the size of a massive basketball—it was also completely bald, and it reflected all the light wherever he went to blinding proportions. He had massive tree-trunk-like arms and legs, and he was six-foot-four.

He sneered at George, his eyes bulging, face red, and teeth yellow.

“Do you want me to tell you about my book?” he asked with a touch of fake innocence. “It’s a rather riveting tale of—"

“Where. Is. Cassius. Grey?” Mr. Lockhurst punctuated each word with a grunt.

“I don’t know.” George’s voice shook a little. He took a breath. “Sir.”

“You liar!” he yelled. For such a big man, Lockhurst moved fast. Before George knew it, his house wear, a black t-shirt with blue sleeves and the school crest sewn on the left of his chest, was bunched up in Lockhurst’s hand by the neck.

Lockhurst shook him like a ragdoll and yelled in his face once again. George winced as he felt the full force of Lockhurst’s hot garlic breath right in his face, and droplets of angry spittle landed on his cheeks.

“I’m not lying,” he said, slowly. “He ran in here first and then ran off.”

“To where!”

George sighed deeply. A flash of annoyance went through him.

“I don’t know,” he forced out through his teeth. “Now let go.”

George gripped Mr. Lockhurst’s thick wrist and twisted. The older man yowled in pain and dropped George onto the ground. He landed with a loud ‘oof’, right on his bottom.

“You…” Mr. Lockhurst spat. His eyes bulged further. He looked like he was going to burst. “You… Reynolds! I’ll get you!”

Lockhurst lunged towards George again, but suddenly, Cassius burst out of his wardrobe with a loud war cry.

“Yah!”

He jumped on Lockhurst’s back and sent them both tumbling to the hard and unforgiving blue carpeted floor of the room, with Cassius sprawled on Lockhurst’s back.

One of Lockhurst’s meaty hands grabbed the back of Cassius’ shirt and tossed him onto the floor like a sack of potatoes.

George was calmly assessing the situation to see where he could help, until Lockhurst raised a fist over Cassisus’ head in a stabbing motion. George had formed a lot of opinions on Cassius over the previous three months, but he definitely didn’t want to watch his first friend’s head get flattened.

George threw a powerful punch at Lockhurst’s temple. He did it with the right footwork, technique and follow-through, just like Charles had shown him. He’d put the right amount of strength behind it—he’d done it before and he would do it again. Lockhurst out like a light.

Lockhurst did not go down.

Instead, he slowly stretched himself out to his full height and loomed over George with pure rage written all over his face.

George gave him a sheepish smile. “Oops. Guess Lyle’s made you more durable, hm?”

Curse James Lyle, George thought. Bitch.

Lockhurst roared before lunging at George. But George was faster.

He leapt out of the way just in time, leaving Lockhurst to barrel face-first into George’s bed and taste his sheets.

George used the opportunity to aim a heavier kick straight at Lockhurst’s stomach. It worked.

Lockhurst collapsed on his back in a heaving, wheezing mess. His skin was red, and his eyes bulged. Veins were visible underneath his skin.

He screamed before popping like a balloon and exploding into a ball of pink, flesh-coloured confetti.

George groaned. “We broke Lockhurst again! Look what you did!”

“You’re the one that kicked him though.”

“Because you did something stupid to get him upset in the first place!” George almost yelled.

“Relax, yeah?” Cassius said. “We can put him back together.”

“The whole house probably heard.”

“Yeah, and they’ll probably thank us. No Lockhurst for a week.”

“But we’ll still have to answer to Mr. Lyle. Who knows what he’ll do this time?”

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist,” Cassius drawled. “We’ll be fine.”

“If you get me in trouble with Hawthorne again…”

“No trouble. I owe you. Promise.”

George poked Cassius in the chest.

“I’ll hold you to that, Grey.”

Cassius smirked. “Wouldn’t expect anything less.”

[seeleybooth]

Bridgerton doing the period drama hand thing:

Bridgerton 1x03 "Art of the Swoon" Simon and Daphne

Bridgerton 2x05 "An Unthinkable Fate" Kate and Anthony

Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story 1x01 "Queen to Be" Geroge and Charlotte

Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story 1x03 "Even Days" Brimsley and Reynolds

Bridgerton 3x07 "Joining of Hands" Penelope and Colin

[daemonsrhaenyras]

Episodic Shots: Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story ↳ 1.01 “Queen To Be” - 1.06 “Crown Jewels”

[arte-e-homoerotismo]

Homem (possivelmente John Wright) nu, posando para George Reynolds, Thomas Eakins, ca. 1885

Male (possibly John Wright) nude, posing for George Reynolds, Thomas Eakins, ca. 1885, Platinum print, 4 7/16 x 3 ½ in. (11.27252 x 8.89 cm.)

via: PAFA

[danielaeditsthings]

Throwback to "Sword Sparring" an edit I did several months ago, in which I used the sound effects of Bridgerton as a musical instrument.

Watch the full thing below... 😊

[augustisabitpreppy]

PJO INCORRECT QUOTES pt 1

[dailybridgerton]

QUEEN CHARLOTTE: A BRIDGERTON STORY — 1x03: “Even Days” (2023)

[stevenrogered]

BRIDGERTON 2x08 QUEEN CHARLOTTE: A BRIDGERTON STORY 1x06

[horrorfilmgifs]

The Amityville Horror (2005)

[liveasbutterflies]

We would serve them together. A lifetime. QUEEN CHARLOTTE: A BRIDGERTON STORY (2023)

[maybe-im-dark]

It's early in the morning. Wade is cooking eggs and bacon. A beatles song is playing on the radio. Logan enters and asks Wade what song that is.

"Twist and shout, by the Beatles? You know the beatles, come on!"

"No. I don't know them. We didn't have that band where i come from."

"Wait...the Beatles didn't exist? What a terrible universe! Good thing i got you outta there!"

[venusleontios55555]

Reynolds: good night i love you

Brimsley: i love you too

Reynolds:

Brimsley:

Reynolds: we love you too, your majesty

King George, sharing a room with them for a sleepover: thanks, i was honestly feeling a little left out

[audreayy]

!?!??? I COULDVE GONE ON W MY LIFE PERFECTLY W/OUT KNOWING THIS