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Ben Barnes || 📸 Thaddeus James
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Ben Barnes || 📸 Thaddeus James
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Nicola Coughlan is so much stronger than me.
Because there's no way I wouldn't sit on Luke Newton's lap if I was standing there. Literally nothing would stop me.
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Nicola Coughlan & Luke Newton
Bridgerton Season 3 launch in Bowral, Australia
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there’s a petition started to change the cover of the tv tie-in edition of Romancing Mister Bridgerton.
From the organizers:
Hi everyone,
I'm sure you’ve seen the book cover and poster art for Bridgerton S3 by now, as well as Nicola Coughlan’s post with the original version of the poster image.
In 2024, it’s really disappointing to see the female lead of a show be so heavily edited, whilst the male lead has been hardly touched. While we understand that marketing images will always have touch-ups, the amount that was done to Nicola is frankly sexist and insulting to her and her hair and makeup artistry team.
We know that the editors have overlaid their faces so that they’re both looking in different directions. However, when we compare the two photos, we can see that beyond basic retouching and flipping her face, the following edits to Nicola have been made:
Redefined her chin
Erased her elbows
Elongated her arm
Enlarged her lips
Changed the shade of her eyes
Changed her makeup
Added cleavage
The following edits have been made to Luke Newton:
Increased saturation and sharpened
All this on the cover of a book about finding self-acceptance.
If you would like Avon Books, Shondaland and Netflix to change the poster and book cover, please sign this petition here: https://chng.it/nDh4qnvkJn
We’d appreciate any shares we can get on socials tagging @avonbooks @shondaland and @netflix.
We know that the books will likely already have been printed, but we also know that they can be reprinted. There is time for the posters to be redone.
And if not, we're calling out bad marketing.
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BEN BARNES photographed by Mallory Turner for 1883 Magazine // February 2022
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Well if that ain't accurate...
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Self care is writing fan fiction that you are the sole target audience for.
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Nice! Thank you to everyone who got me to 10000 likes!
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BEN BARNES
as BILLY RUSSO
from the Netflix Serie: THE PUNISHER
@blairwaldorfvibezzz
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Aww that's very nice of you to say 🥰 I miss my writing too sometimes.
Hot in Herre
Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader
Rating: Teen and Up
Summary: Your insanely gorgeous boyfriend joins you in bed on a hot summer’s night, making you the envy of every woman in the city. Now if only your mind could muster up some decent dirty talk instead of playing that one song on repeat...
Story tags: Established Relationship, Lighthearted (aka silly) foreplay, Undeniable proof that the author is a cringey millennial
Author's notes: Guess who's back? Back again. ... Sorry. Wrong song. Anyways, here's a short and silly fic that came to me in the midst of our early-autumn heatwave. I wish I could say that more fics were on the way, but life is busy, so it would probably be a lie if I did.
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‘I’m going to bed,’ you said, draping your arms over Billy’s shoulders and kissing the top of his head. He was sitting at his desk in his home office, going over some Anvil reports, and would probably still be there by the time you fell asleep.
You didn’t like falling asleep without him, but such was life when you were the girlfriend of one of New York’s up and coming CEOs.
‘Night, babe,’ he said, lifting his hand to give your own a squeeze. He didn’t take his eyes of the screen, but you didn’t take it personally. He was still getting used to having someone else living in his apartment with him. Before you, Billy Russo had been a contented forever-bachelor with no intentions of ever settling down; time to adjust was to be expected.
You still didn’t know why it was you he wanted to keep – you were hardly the sort of bombshell seductress he was usually photographed with – but you were determined not to mess up and change his mind. So, you kissed his head again, and then reluctantly untangled yourself from him and left for the bedroom.
It didn’t take you long to get ready for bed. Falling asleep, however, was a totally different story. Summer was just ending, but the heat was clinging on for as long as it could, and even the solitary sheet you were using to cover yourself was too hot. You knew you could turn on the air conditioner, but without Billy, you would be too cold with it on. No doubt he would turn it on himself when he came to bed, but until then, another layer had to go.
You weren’t willing to sacrifice the sheet – you needed something covering you to fall asleep – and your shirt was little more than a tank top, so that left you pyjama bottoms the only option. You weren’t usually one to sleep in your underwear, feeling awkward even when alone, but these were extenuating circumstances.
With a bit of manoeuvring, you wriggled out of your pants and dropped them over the side of the bed. It was marginally better, but not enough to help you sleep.
You weren’t sure how long you lay there for, staring at the wall, but eventually you heard the blessed beep of the air conditioner turning on and the soft shuffle of Billy getting ready for bed. How he never walked into anything in the dark, you would never know.
Maybe it was all that marine training.
It only took a few minutes for the room to cool down, and just as you were starting to chill, the sheet lifted and Billy’s warm body pressed against you from behind.
Much better.
Billy’s hand casually settled on your thigh, and you could tell the exact moment he realised you were in one less layer than usual. His fingers stilled for a second before splaying across your skin, as if trying to reach as much of it as he could.
You made an involuntary hum of pleasure. You loved his touch, no matter how tame.
You heard a faint chuckle from behind you, and the hand on your thigh suddenly got a lot more confident, caressing and squeezing in a way that left no doubt to its owner’s intentions. ‘This is a nice surprise,’ he said, the velvet purr of his voice banishing all thoughts of sleep from your brain.
Who could even think about sleep when they had an amorous Billy Russo behind them?
‘Were you waiting for me?’ he continued in the same silky tone. His breath ghosted over the shell your ear, and the shiver you gave had nothing to do with the air conditioning.
‘It was too hot,’ you said simply, but you leaned your neck to the side and pressed your hips into his hardening groin, letting him know you were enjoying his attentions. ‘An item of clothing had to go.’
Billy attacked your neck with a flurry of kisses as his hand skirted up from your thigh to your waist, sliding under your tank top. ‘In that case,’ he said, his hand inching higher, dragging the fabric with it. ‘Maybe you should take this off as well. I have a feeling things are about to get very hot in here.’
You wished you could be as smooth as he was. You wished you could come up with a sexy reply said in a sultry bedroom voice that would have him flipping you over and ravishing you…
Instead, you giggled.
His hand froze, and you quickly turned in his arms before he could pull away. You buried your face into his bare chest.
He didn’t have a problem sleeping without layers.
‘I’m sorry,’ you said between the last few hitches of laughter. ‘You’re being very sexy and I’m very much here for it, but all I can think of is that damn song.’
You risked a glance upwards and saw that Billy was looking at you with an amused but quizzical eyebrow raised. ‘Song?’ he asked.
You wiggled your shoulders in a vague approximation of dancing. ‘It’s getting hot in here’—Billy grinned, instantly catching on—‘so take off all your clothes.’
Suddenly, Billy’s lips were on yours, cutting off your abysmal singing. By the time you both parted, you were well and truly breathless.
‘So, I didn’t ruin the mood, then?’ you asked.
Billy chuckled and shook his head. ‘Never,’ he said, eyes twinkling with an emotion you liked to think was love. It certainly looked like love.
But still, that nagging bit of insecurity remained. ‘You don’t mind that I’m terrible at dirty talk?’
You were on your back before you’d even finished your sentence, Billy hovering over you. He gave you another one of those all-consuming kisses. ‘I love that you’re terrible at dirty talk,’ he said once he had pulled away again. ‘I love that we can laugh and have fun in bed. I’ve never had that.’
You reached up and stroked your fingers down his cheek. Was that all it would take to keep this man whom you had quickly fallen in love with? Just be your idiotic self? It was hard to believe – it seemed too easy – but looking in his eyes, you knew it was true. He wanted to keep you simply because you were you.
You grinned from ear to ear as your heart soared.
‘In that case,’ you said in a poor imitation of his earlier seductive tone. You reached down to grab the hem of your tank top, and as you slowly pulled it upwards, you swayed your hips to a silent beat.
Billy’s laugh told you that he was hearing it loud and clear.
‘I am getting so hot, I wanna take my clothes off.’
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Billy Russo and his shoulder tic
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it's never a bad day to remember fictional characters are objects and not people and attacking real people over them does not make you a visionary truth-teller it makes you a bully
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just because music isnt playing doesnt mean im not listening to it
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Hot in Herre
Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader
Rating: Teen and Up
Summary: Your insanely gorgeous boyfriend joins you in bed on a hot summer’s night, making you the envy of every woman in the city. Now if only your mind could muster up some decent dirty talk instead of playing that one song on repeat...
Story tags: Established Relationship, Lighthearted (aka silly) foreplay, Undeniable proof that the author is a cringey millennial
Author's notes: Guess who's back? Back again. ... Sorry. Wrong song. Anyways, here's a short and silly fic that came to me in the midst of our early-autumn heatwave. I wish I could say that more fics were on the way, but life is busy, so it would probably be a lie if I did.
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‘I’m going to bed,’ you said, draping your arms over Billy’s shoulders and kissing the top of his head. He was sitting at his desk in his home office, going over some Anvil reports, and would probably still be there by the time you fell asleep.
You didn’t like falling asleep without him, but such was life when you were the girlfriend of one of New York’s up and coming CEOs.
‘Night, babe,’ he said, lifting his hand to give your own a squeeze. He didn’t take his eyes of the screen, but you didn’t take it personally. He was still getting used to having someone else living in his apartment with him. Before you, Billy Russo had been a contented forever-bachelor with no intentions of ever settling down; time to adjust was to be expected.
You still didn’t know why it was you he wanted to keep – you were hardly the sort of bombshell seductress he was usually photographed with – but you were determined not to mess up and change his mind. So, you kissed his head again, and then reluctantly untangled yourself from him and left for the bedroom.
It didn’t take you long to get ready for bed. Falling asleep, however, was a totally different story. Summer was just ending, but the heat was clinging on for as long as it could, and even the solitary sheet you were using to cover yourself was too hot. You knew you could turn on the air conditioner, but without Billy, you would be too cold with it on. No doubt he would turn it on himself when he came to bed, but until then, another layer had to go.
You weren’t willing to sacrifice the sheet – you needed something covering you to fall asleep – and your shirt was little more than a tank top, so that left you pyjama bottoms the only option. You weren’t usually one to sleep in your underwear, feeling awkward even when alone, but these were extenuating circumstances.
With a bit of manoeuvring, you wriggled out of your pants and dropped them over the side of the bed. It was marginally better, but not enough to help you sleep.
You weren’t sure how long you lay there for, staring at the wall, but eventually you heard the blessed beep of the air conditioner turning on and the soft shuffle of Billy getting ready for bed. How he never walked into anything in the dark, you would never know.
Maybe it was all that marine training.
It only took a few minutes for the room to cool down, and just as you were starting to chill, the sheet lifted and Billy’s warm body pressed against you from behind.
Much better.
Billy’s hand casually settled on your thigh, and you could tell the exact moment he realised you were in one less layer than usual. His fingers stilled for a second before splaying across your skin, as if trying to reach as much of it as he could.
You made an involuntary hum of pleasure. You loved his touch, no matter how tame.
You heard a faint chuckle from behind you, and the hand on your thigh suddenly got a lot more confident, caressing and squeezing in a way that left no doubt to its owner’s intentions. ‘This is a nice surprise,’ he said, the velvet purr of his voice banishing all thoughts of sleep from your brain.
Who could even think about sleep when they had an amorous Billy Russo behind them?
‘Were you waiting for me?’ he continued in the same silky tone. His breath ghosted over the shell your ear, and the shiver you gave had nothing to do with the air conditioning.
‘It was too hot,’ you said simply, but you leaned your neck to the side and pressed your hips into his hardening groin, letting him know you were enjoying his attentions. ‘An item of clothing had to go.’
Billy attacked your neck with a flurry of kisses as his hand skirted up from your thigh to your waist, sliding under your tank top. ‘In that case,’ he said, his hand inching higher, dragging the fabric with it. ‘Maybe you should take this off as well. I have a feeling things are about to get very hot in here.’
You wished you could be as smooth as he was. You wished you could come up with a sexy reply said in a sultry bedroom voice that would have him flipping you over and ravishing you…
Instead, you giggled.
His hand froze, and you quickly turned in his arms before he could pull away. You buried your face into his bare chest.
He didn’t have a problem sleeping without layers.
‘I’m sorry,’ you said between the last few hitches of laughter. ‘You’re being very sexy and I’m very much here for it, but all I can think of is that damn song.’
You risked a glance upwards and saw that Billy was looking at you with an amused but quizzical eyebrow raised. ‘Song?’ he asked.
You wiggled your shoulders in a vague approximation of dancing. ‘It’s getting hot in here’—Billy grinned, instantly catching on—‘so take off all your clothes.’
Suddenly, Billy’s lips were on yours, cutting off your abysmal singing. By the time you both parted, you were well and truly breathless.
‘So, I didn’t ruin the mood, then?’ you asked.
Billy chuckled and shook his head. ‘Never,’ he said, eyes twinkling with an emotion you liked to think was love. It certainly looked like love.
But still, that nagging bit of insecurity remained. ‘You don’t mind that I’m terrible at dirty talk?’
You were on your back before you’d even finished your sentence, Billy hovering over you. He gave you another one of those all-consuming kisses. ‘I love that you’re terrible at dirty talk,’ he said once he had pulled away again. ‘I love that we can laugh and have fun in bed. I’ve never had that.’
You reached up and stroked your fingers down his cheek. Was that all it would take to keep this man whom you had quickly fallen in love with? Just be your idiotic self? It was hard to believe – it seemed too easy – but looking in his eyes, you knew it was true. He wanted to keep you simply because you were you.
You grinned from ear to ear as your heart soared.
‘In that case,’ you said in a poor imitation of his earlier seductive tone. You reached down to grab the hem of your tank top, and as you slowly pulled it upwards, you swayed your hips to a silent beat.
Billy’s laugh told you that he was hearing it loud and clear.
‘I am getting so hot, I wanna take my clothes off.’
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I feel like this....
And this are giving the same energy. You know exactly what you're doing, sir. I'M ON TO YOU!
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