Benedict Bridgerton in every episode

“Diamond of the First Water”

Simone Ashley 📷 by Noel Shelley

btw, if anyone is interested: this is a map of london from 1825, so detailed that you can zoom in to see the names of the tiniest alleyways and streets. it’s extremely useful if you want to figure out where something is for regency threads and such! i also have a similar map of edinburgh that’s equally detailed if anyone wants that.

It is knowledge of me you crave, Doctor. Forbidden knowledge. Knowledge with a lurid glare to it. Knowledge gained through a descent into the pit. You want to go where I can never go. See what I can never see inside me. You want to open up my body and peer inside. In your hand, you want to hold my beating female heart.

ALIAS GRACE 2017 | Dir: Mary Harron

dirtymercy:

Nails against her hairline, an old habit morphed into a vicious, deleterious cycle as she flaked dry skin off her forehead. A sigh as she realized, she dropped her hands to the vanity in front of her, old wood holding up a faded, smoky pane of glass offering her reflection. She peered into the pair of green eyes that were her own, trying to read her own expression. It had been years since she’d had stage fright – nerves didn’t become her any longer, and she truthfully wasn’t nervous. But she was out of sorts, the way she often was before a new piece would debut in her voice, in her range. The composer would fly or fall because of her, and she could only handle the consequences of one of those outcomes.

Shoulders drew back like a bow and arrow as the door opened behind her, and she turned her head quickly, brown curls spilling over her shoulder. “Oh, Sophie,” she breathed, rising to her feet. Her features were too severe for a smile, but there was warmth in her expression all the same. “Indeed – my costume for tomorrow’s performance,” she moved towards where the fabric was hanging in the corner. “It yet requires alterations. And you do such beautiful work … Do you think you should have time?”

Sophie was not immune to the effects of compliments. As a matter of fact, if it weren’t for the candlelight in Siena’s dressing room, the opera singer may have seen a flush come to her cheeks. But while she was not immune, she did struggle to believe the compliments—or at the very least, accept them.

In the distance Sophie could hear someone retching and there was no doubt in her mind someone was going to scream her name to clean up whatever they had chucked. Her choice was made.

“I have time,” Sophie rolled up her sleeves, approaching Siena. “What alterations does it need?”

“SOPHIE!”

Sophie froze. She held a widened gaze on Siena’s face with her lips pursed tightly. A sharp inhale broke the pregnant silence in the room and in a quick instant her stiff shoulders slackened, her eyes relaxed, and she forced a smile.

“I won’t be dishonest to you, Miss,” Sophie said, her speech eloquent, “I am going to let that one hang in the air for a bit, if you do not mind.”

@dirtymercy​ • // SOPHIE B. & SIENA R.

She should be grateful, she knew.

But the atmosphere of the backstage of theatre—this was just a rehearsal; she shuddered to recall the violent panic of the real nights—was unmistakably impatient and it caused her nerves to ripple with anxiety. She ducked and dove and backed into corners while actresses and singers ran around, half-naked, not ready, and at times Sophie stood, uncertain, as to what to do to help.

As if it were a race, Sophie prepped herself to bolt through the hurrying, screeching traffic of women. With a squeak, she rushed through, bumping one girl across the arm, and turned into a room, safely away from the calamity occurring beyond it.

Her eyes fell upon Siena when she entered. She gave a relieved smile. Work, finally.

“Do you need any help?”

I really wanna write Kate

I really really wanna write Kate

I also just think I'm super greedy

Anya Taylor-Joy’s EMMA. outtakes

Simone Ashley photographed by Davy Kesey

This is a shoutout to the lovely anon who pointed out my links not working on my blog. Everything has been fixed and is working now (I’ve also sorted out some technical things on my end which resulted in the deleting of the blog previously). All of my muse bios have been updated, the links are updated, and hopefully everything is readable. Thank you once again to the anon who let me know about this, you are a doll!

Have a good one!

Hi, I’m Andie! I’m 21+ years old, reside in the land Down Under, and go by she/her pronouns. This is a highly-selective and mutuals only historical RP blog with canon characters but soon to be some original characters also. I am open to AUs, original characters, crossovers, etc. I have nearly ten years of experience in RP on Tumblr and love to plot and get to know my mutuals. I’m a very chatty little chicken and am very welcoming all of kinds of writers! So welcome to my blog and enjoy!

RULES • MUSES • ASK