#virgin colin

[your3fundamentaltruths]

So really, there was no urgent need to move up the wedding.

Except that he wanted to.

But what if he couldn't?

Or a book/show fusion AU wherein Colin’s devious plan to rush the wedding is overtaken by events entirely beyond his control.

Polin Week 2024 Day One: Favorite Quote

[dancingdorito]

i am somewhat team #virgin colin bc in the books all of the bridgerton boys are relatively the same exact fucking person and it bored me. we don't need 8 seasons of a rake being the male love interest.

colin is a romantic. he wouldn't even kiss marina and he was infatuated by her. i sincerely doubt he is completely innocent (especially with his travels) but i still think him a virgin/ not a rake.

i know a lot of people don't like how they "gave colin's personality to benedict" but they really were not that different in the books?? like the only thing that separates their personalities is benedict is an artist and colin likes food and travels?? i like that the show is making each of the bridgertons different from each other. it makes it so much more interesting. no offense but reading the books and literally all of the male love interests have like this primal instinct over the female love interests and it was weird and tiring to read. it's BORING. so i like that colin is young and annoying because it shows that he is just finding himself whereas benedict and anthony already had plenty more time to soul search and experience life.

i hate purity culture. and i don't actually care if he is a virgin or not (even if its heavily implied) because its a fictional tv show. i just don't want a rake that has this weird sexual high ground over the female character.

[whoscallingwhoafraud]

I don't love that they go out of their way to emphasize Anthony and Colin are going to the brothels while courting 😭 like....

[dearestgentlereaders]

HELP MY BRAIN STILL HASN’T PROCESSED THAT THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED AND ITS BEEN FOUR MONTHS ALREADY

[agir1ukn0w]

ok did NOT expect s3 to be speaking directly to my deepest darkest soul but here we are

[iheartbookbran]

i cackled before the season came out and everyone was freaking out about the brothel scenes because they wanted demi!Colin and now the possibility was lost forever, when it was precisely the brothel scenes (+ the diary bit) which cemented demi!Colin to canon prosperity!

[smnthwrd]

first of all, you guys better thank that contessa for teaching mr bridgerton how to romance a woman with those fingers because i promise if colin didnt have his slutty hot girl summer era that carriage scene could have gone quite differently

[dollypopup]

sorry, just had to get this off my chest but like

colin, a young and attractive guy, supposedly having a threesome and watching a sex show performed by professionals whom he pays for their service when he is single and exploring what he does and doesn't like is bad for penelope, somehow

but debling a 30+ year old man feeling all up on her waist in public when she is a teenager and he has power and privilege over her and has known her for a grand total of like a week and a half is good, somehow

like this fandom has legit called Colin, a 22 year old man with like. . .2 UNCONFIRMED sexual interactions in the past a groomer for getting with Penelope and maybe introducing her to his interests (after spending YEARS listening to her and cherishing her and thinking she's fantastic) but will root on the actual 30+ year old man with an enormous power imbalance over her via his money and title to have his way with her in a backroom somewhere after knowing her for like a month

make it make sense please

[colinfeatherington]

also what I love about them having their first kiss earlier and then getting further in the carriage is that bridgerton does this thing I hate where a complete virgin gets their first kiss and it escalates SO fast. I always hated daphne and simon’s first kiss because this girl doesn’t even know what sex is and he’s grabbing her breasts like .3 seconds into her very first kiss. and then they’re hardcore fucking the next time they’re intimate with each other. I feel like that’s incredibly scary and overwhelming?? I’m so happy pen’s first kiss was so gentle and sweet and slow and then they got to explore a little bit more the next time

[quotergirl19]

Just saw an interview where Nicola said she knows Daphne and Kate were virgins but she feels like Penelope is, “giving VIRGIN,” and Luke said she’s, “extra virgin,” and now I need a Bridgerton Williams Sonoma collaboration for Penelope’s Extra Virgin Olive Oil.

[mywifeleftme]

327: XTC // Black Sea

Black Sea XTC 1980, Virgin

XTC’s discography has a very organic flow to it. Andy and Colin’s voices aside, it’d be tough to guess the same band was behind the albums that bookended their career (convulsive 1978 New Wave speedball White Music and the lavishly arranged psych pop of the turn of the century Apple Venus tandem), but if you follow the band over time, from one album to the next there are few radical departures. Each link in the chain contains elements of the record that precedes it and the one that follows it. Still, you can clearly divide their discography between their early years as a hard-touring New Wave act and their second act as a pastoral psych pop studio project—and, in that light, the albums that straddle that transition (today’s album, Black Sea, and 1982’s English Settlement) could be considered the “definitive” XTC records.

It’s easy to forget what a spectacular live act XTC were in their early days, something like a combination of ‘60s bubblegum, Devo, the Residents, and Wire, but with cardio that would’ve put most of those acts to shame. As a guitarist, Andy Partridge scorned anything that smacked of blues, slashing out hiccupy riffs way up the neck, hurling himself into head-spinning rhythms that often wouldn’t be out of place on a Fugazi record (if he didn’t have such a sweet tooth). He surrounded himself with collaborators whose ability as players was such that they were able to make their own marks on the band’s sound despite Partridge’s dictatorial tendencies—not only minority songwriter and exceptionally melodic bassist Colin Moulding, but ultimate utility man Dave Gregory (who flitted with ease from lead guitar to keys) and their gem of a drummer Terry Chambers, a non-writing / arranging member who would be lost when the band’s studio transition reduced him to a glorified session man. Chambers was an absolute machine, and many of the band’s most memorable early statements rely on his power and precision behind the kit.

Black Sea is their last record to be dominated by the quirky sound-over-sense rhythm workouts on which they built their name, and they go out with a bang: “Rocket from a Bottle,” “Burning with Optimism’s Flames,” and especially “Paper and Iron (Notes and Coins)” are fine reminders that new wave was as much Body as Head music, while the tribal stomp of “Travels in Nihilon” feels like a hint at what XTC would’ve sounded like as some kind of Swindon krautrock band. But the songs that are best remembered from this one are those first stirrings of their burgeoning reinvention as basically the attention deficit disorder Kinks.

By his own admission, Colin Moulding’s early songwriting efforts had aped Partridge’s style, but here it seems Partridge was inspired by Moulding’s sardonic kitchen sink satire “Making Plans for Nigel” (from the previous year's Drums and Wires). “Respectable Street” reads almost like Partridge proving to himself he can write his own “Nigel,” while the chiming psychedelic pop of “Towers of London” scales its social commentary to the Empire itself. His finest moment though is “No Language in Our Lungs,” one of the band’s first genuinely emotional statements. The wordy lyric is typically “clever” (“I would have made this instrumental / but the words got in the way”) yet it captures the feeling of being overwhelmed by the intensity of…well, a feeling. The credit lies mostly with its arrangement, which heaves and stumbles behind Andy’s inconsolable howl like someone dragging their feet in exhaustion.

Black Sea usually sits somewhere between third and fifth in my personal XTC rankings, but it’d be the place I recommend a new fan start with the band (or would be, were the record available on streaming services). Between Andy’s peculiar voice and a smartass quality that can get a little cloying, XTC’s not for everyone—but for those on the wavelength, their catalogue is one of the greatest of the rock era.

320/365

Bonus

For the hell of it, my personal XTC discog rankings.

Skylarking English Settlement Black Sea White Music Drums and Wires Apple Venus Volume 1 Go 2 Wasp Star (Apple Venus Volume 2) Oranges & Lemons Mummer Nonsuch The Big Express

[intrepid-fearos]

I am such a sucker for yearning (because gay) and the fact that all Deli does is yearn, I fuckin love it. The tension between him and Colin in the caves??? The fact that he’s been filled with unfulfilled desire his entire life, and maybe that desire comes out as this violence and rage, and that in the end he walks away from it all, still unfulfilled? Hell yeah. Give me more

[castieltrash1]

on the 2nd day of rothmas, castieltrash1 gave to me... kissing under the mistletoe with the tim roth characters! (more below the cut xoxo)

⋆ freddy “mr. orange” newandyke (reservoir dogs)

freddy makes fun of the idea of mistletoe a lot for someone who consistently uses it as an excuse to kiss you. he’ll call it cheesy, sappy, and every other teasing word he can think of -- mistletoe kisses are for romance movies, he always says. and then a bundle of leaves and berries shows up taped to the top of your bedroom door and you assume he’s simply entertaining you. then, there’s one in the kitchen, tied to the shower head, and even hanging from the rearview mirror in his car.

“c’mon, kiss me,” freddy urges, playfully nudging your shoulder with his. the streets are cold and quiet, his leather jacket smelling faintly like cigarettes as you walk side by side. you can feel his bony knuckles through both your and his gloves when he squeezes your hand, pulling you close.

you roll your eyes, failing to bite back the grin that spreads across your face. “i don’t know… there’s no mistletoe around.”

freddy huffs and you almost feel bad for teasing him with the way his lips droop into a frown. “you’re right…” he kicks the icy sleet beneath him with a sigh, and before you notice the mischievous glint in his green eyes, he reaches into his pocket, digging around with his free hand. out comes a bundle of mistletoe; a bit smashed from hiding for who knows how long.

“what about now?” he asks, dangling it above your head.

⋆ cal lightman (lie to me)

cal avoids mistletoe purely because he uses it to exact torment on others. he’s always hanging it up in awkward places at work, ignoring gillian’s reminders that he’s lucky hr is so lax with him. really, he thinks it’s absolutely hilarious to watch loker realize what’s dangling above his head and scurry away before anyone else notices. the idea of standing under mistletoe himself doesn’t even cross his mind until you show up!

“are you even listening?” cal asks, narrowing his eyes as he steps closer, pupils darting across your face as you grin. “what? something in my teeth?” he bares his pointy canines, but you simply tilt your chin upward, redirecting his gaze.

mistletoe. he knows where every piece of it in the office is and this is not one of them. how you snuck it in without him noticing, especially with his trusty security cameras, is astounding, to say the least. microexpressions he can disguise, but the flush that covers his cheek is unavoidable.

“gotcha,” you tease, the word dying on your lips as he leans in.

⋆ philip chaney (captives)

some facilities set up a space for inmates to take christmas pictures with their families and you’re thankful philip is in one of them. it’s not half-bad, to be honest. there are some pretty lights with a traditional backdrop, and you each get printed copies of the photos taken. by the time your holiday visit rolls around, both of you are vibrating with excitement. physical touch is usually only permitted during greetings and goodbyes, so getting an extra excuse to snuggle him is just an added bonus.

“alright, lovebirds, step together,” the photographer instructs, positioning himself behind the camera.

before you can even blink, philip holds your cheeks in his hands, pulling you into a passionate kiss. a few wolf whistles echo through the room and the reactive gasp you let out only urges him on, his tongue darting out to drag between your parted lips. a shutter and flash stun you from your daze and you stumble backward, suddenly feeling very warm.

philip steadies you with a chuckle, pointing up to the mistletoe on the ceiling that you hadn’t noticed before. “surprise.”

⋆ ted the bellhop (four rooms)

ted’s attitude toward mistletoe is entirely dependent on who is around. if you’re in the same room, he’s standing under it for hours if he has to, awkwardly side-stepping anyone else who approaches him. if he’s stuck with some less desirable kissing options, he’ll avoid the entire side of the building just to ensure he doesn’t get caught beneath it.

“ted? are you down here?” you shuffle down the mon signor’s signature red hallway, making sure to avoid the questionable carpet stains as you near the honeymoon suite. “ted?”

“yes, yes! here, i’m here!” ted pops his head out of the double doors, grinning at the sight of you. “come on,” he urges, gesturing you over with his hand. the whole room has been redecorated for the holidays and it’s almost enough to distract you from the realities of this building. as you ooh and awe at his work, ted procures a bundle of mistletoe from his pocket, pinching it between his lifted fingertips.

“the final touch,” he purrs with a wink, puckering his lips as he waits for your kiss.

⋆ joshua shapira (little odessa)

mistletoe is not something at the forefront of joshua’s mind. he’s heard about it, of course, but he couldn’t point it out in a pile of other flowers and plants if his life depended on it. if you made a point of it, he’d certainly remember, but he won’t necessarily care if you don’t. most christmas-related traditions kind of blur together for him since he doesn’t celebrate, so don’t take it personally!

you watch as joshua and some of his friends talk amongst themselves, gesturing and staring in your direction. he nods at whatever they’re saying before he begins stalking toward you, his jaw twitching with the hint of a smirk. before you can ask what he’s thinking, he digs his gloved fingers into your waist, pulling you in for a rough kiss.

his lips are chapped from the cold but you still melt in his arms, savoring the taste of smoke on his tongue before he shifts back. “w-what was that for?” you breathlessly ask, chuckling softly in a mix of disbelief and amusement.

joshua jerks his chin toward the mistletoe hanging above you -- the one you’d forgotten you’d stood under earlier in hopes of snagging a kiss. over his shoulder, his friends fail to hide their nosy peeking at the two of you. “you were waiting for me,” he murmurs, licking the taste of you from the corners of his mouth and then pulling you back in.

⋆ guildenstern (rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead)

guildenstern is a big romantic when it comes to things like mistletoe. if he’s going to kiss you under one, he wants to do it the right way. while he likes surprising you most of the time, he’d rather the moment be romantic and dreamy enough to both fluster and remind you that he’s more than a bag of tricks. he’ll always be a jokester, but his love for you is very real!

it’d taken some plotting and rosencrantz's help, but guildenstern had managed to sneak a branch of mistletoe in every corner of the castle you might end up in tonight. somehow, you keep narrowly avoiding each spot, and his cheeks fluster with a mixture of embarrassment and frustration as he helplessly tugs you between rooms, trying to remember where the next closest mistletoe is.

“is this what you seek?” you tease, fingers wrapping around his wrist as you hold him in place. dangling precariously above you is the one branch he’d completely forgotten.

guildenstern immediately pulls you into his arms with a grin. “at last!”

⋆ david (resurrection)

mistletoe is one of the few decorations david might be inclined to permit during the holiday season as it directs your attention solely to him. he keeps it with him and dangles it above your head whenever he feels like it -- especially if you’re mad at him or too flustered to kiss him in public; how could you turn down such a handsome charming man in front of a crowd? he knows you’ll begrudgingly give in, so that’s all that matters.

“david,” you hiss, skin prickling as eyes fall on your figure. everyone in town is staring, waiting to see how you’ll react to the bundle of leaves and berries he holds above your head, twirling between his fingertips. public affection has always made you shy -- he knows that, you can see it in his sharp grin and the crinkles by his eyes.

he doesn’t say anything, but the look he gives you is enough of a reply. are you going to embarrass me? it asks. realizing the silence has drawn out for too long, you lean forward, giving him a quick peck that he eagerly returns. a few people giggle, some even clap, and david squeezes your hip with his free hand, glad to know he’s got you exactly where he wants you.

⋆ colin (meantime)

there is no godly power in any universe that could convince colin to willingly stand under a branch of mistletoe. sure, he’ll accidentally wander beneath one once or twice, but the second he realizes it, he stumbles away. a bet or dare from coxy and mark (or them forcing him to do it) is the only way he’ll find himself fidgeting underneath the dreaded plant, cheeks flushed and a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead.

“look at poor kermit, waiting for a smooch!” mark yells, his rambunctious friends joining in on the fun as they watch colin squirm under the pub’s mistletoe. he picks at his fingernails, his glasses fogging as his eyes dart around the room, looking for someone to put him out of his misery.

thankfully, you’re already on your way, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek and ignoring coxy’s yells that it “doesn’t count!” colin practically trips over his own feet at the feeling of your touch, but you steady him with a steadfast grip on his shirt collar, and he gives you a shaky smile.

“t-thanks.”

⋆ gerbino de ratta (virgin territory)

gerbino couldn’t care less about the actual traditions surrounding mistletoe -- all he knows is it makes you feel more inclined to kiss him, even at inopportune times. he’ll take advantage of it whenever it’s around, but he prefers to tease you with it in more private settings. don’t be surprised if he pulls a bundle of it from his pocket after returning home following a long day of stealing and terrorizing florence.

“mhm, you taste divine,” gerbino groans, scruff scraping your soft skin between kisses. his free hand holds your chin steady as he explores your mouth with his tongue, dragging it over every inch of you that he can reach. the mistletoe between his opposite fingers drifts lower and his lips follow, trailing slowly down your neck.

“and here…” the leaves brush your collar, then the center of your chest. “and here…”

⋆ oswaldo mobray/pete hicox (the hateful eight)

pete is a sly man. he’s used to conning people and charming his way out of bad situations, so hiding surprises from you is pretty easy. he pretends not to know a lot about mistletoe -- if you ever point it out, he’ll just nod and say it looks nice before changing the subject. in reality, he’s very aware of its meaning and is simply planning a way to catch you off guard and steal a kiss when he knows it’ll make you most flustered.

“love, over here,” pete calls, his distinct accent cutting through the overlapping chatter of the inn. you’re only passing through for a few days and you’d sent him to secure a seat while you finagled some drinks for the gang. weaving your way through the crowd of cold inhabitants, you plop down beside pete, dropping a few mugs of something hot on the table.

“i got y-”

the rest of your sentence disappears as pete presses his lips to yours, his mustache tickling your skin. a few hoots and hollers echo around you but you can’t pull away, not with his teeth lightly tugging your bottom lip. his mischievous tongue soothes the same spot before he leans back, taking your chin between his leather-gloved fingers and tilting your head up to the mistletoe hanging above.

“merry christmas, my dear.”

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[winnie-the-monster]

“And now he’s really had a full ‘gap year’ experience, and he’s enjoyed himself and learned some new things he’s into.”

does this mean no virgin Colin 😭?

It sounds that way, yes. But that’s okay, him not being a virgin won’t take away from polins story imo. Just as long as they don’t show him sleeping his way through Europe I’ll be fine.

[rainybraindays]

I'm not someone who picks my camps in fandom stuff based on other people but sometimes you people make me so fucking irritated