i am not even the spare!

[2ndbornson]

indie low activity queue based benedict bridgerton. mutuals only.

Poetry is the art of revealing precious truths with words.

[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝  𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 (pt. 2)

[  TXT  ]  :  i’m  outside.  don’t  look  out  the  window.

[  TXT  ]  :  hypothetical.  if  i  stole  a  horse.  would  you  help.

[  TXT  ]  :  emergency.  answer  immediately.  do  you  trust  me?

[  TXT  ]  :  say  you’re  home  alone  right  now.

[  TXT  ]  :  don’t  panic.  but  where  did  you  put  the  spare  key.

[  TXT  ]  :  are  you  awake?  this  cannot  wait  until  morning.

[  TXT  ]  :  quick  question.  how  attached  are  you  to  your  car?

[  TXT  ]  :  okay  listen.  this  is  going  to  sound  bad.  but  hear  me  out.

[  TXT  ]  :  don’t  ask  why.  just  wear  black.

[  TXT  ]  :  i  need  you  to  lie  for  me.

[  TXT  ]  :  be  honest.  are  you  flirting  with  me  or  am  i  delusional?

[  TXT  ]  :  i  can’t  sleep.  tell  me  something  interesting.

[  TXT  ]  :  stop  looking  at  me  like  that.

[  TXT  ]  :  remind  me  why  we’re  pretending  this  is  nothing.

[  TXT  ]  :  i  almost  texted  you.  deleted  it.  this  is  attempt  two.

[  TXT  ]  :  are  you  trying  to  ruin  my  life  or  just  my  self  control?

[  TXT  ]  :  tell  me  you’re  thinking  about  me.  i  need  proof.

[  TXT  ]  :  i  miss  you.  i  hate  that  i  do.

[  TXT  ]  :  don’t  come  over.

[  TXT  ]  :  i  shouldn’t  ask  this.  but  are  you  alone?

[  TXT  ]  :  every  song  sounds  like  you.  explain  yourself.

[  TXT  ]  :  i  keep  rereading  old  messages.  don’t  judge  me.

[  TXT  ]  :  say  something  that  will  make  me  stay.

[  TXT  ]  :  if  i  show  up.  will  you  let  me  in?

[  TXT  ]  :  i  don’t  know  how  to  want  you  quietly.

[  TXT  ]  :  do  you  ever  think  about  what  we  almost  were?

[  TXT  ]  :  this  is  me  being  brave.

[  TXT  ]  :  i  miss  the  way  you  used  to  look  at  me.

[  TXT  ]  :  tell  me  to  stop.

[  TXT  ]  :  i  hate  that  you  still  feel  like  home.

[silvercinders]

𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬. Just because they agreed that love would not play a role in this marriage, that did not mean companionship had to be lacking. As a servant, you spoke with other servant while running errands --- which was enough for Sophie to understand just how lucky a scenario like this one was. Love was rare in matches, and even the most passionate could fade. Partnerships and comfort were the ideal. The ability to live your own lives but not despise one another was more blessed than most of the marriages of the ton. Perhaps there was a part of her, one deeply buried that life had not afforded her to keep, that felt the tiniest bit let down at the readiness to accept her proposal. Essentially confirming that the seeking of love in their union was not wanted from Benedict either, but that part of her was a youthful dreamer that had died the day her father had been buried. Dreams were for sleeping, and Sophie had her eyes opened to the world far too much to be anything but awake.

Benedict could not know how big an ask it was for her to use his name. Not just as a 'lady' engaged to be wed to a gentleman, but as she still felt very much the housemaid playing pretend. It felt as if saying his name plainly would prompt Araminta to strike a cane on her hands and reveal this had all be some dubious ploy of some sort. It was not Araminta who asked, it was Benedict --- and Benedict Bridgerton looked at her with gentle eyes and a warm smile that seemed desperate to find connection of some form. A part of herself longed much for the same, and reached back out. " Very well, Benedict... " Sophie tested the feeling of his name on her tongue, and although it felt strange to speak so informally to him --- it also felt warm. " Please then, refer to me as Sophie... " The instinct to give her proper name lingered, but the reveal of trickery would undoubtedly bring this to an abrupt end. She was too close to freedom to risk it all on sentimentality. " Miss Gun is far too formal for what we are to embark upon. "

[2ndbornson]

benedict   did   not   have   time   to   examine   it   now,   how   wonderful   his   given   named   sounded   in   her   voice.   he   would   have   to   get   used   it.   maybe   it   wouldn't   make   him   smile   every   time   like   he   was   now.   ❝   sophie.   ❞   he   nodded   at   her   in   greeting,   doing   nothing   to   hide   the   grin   resting   on   his   features   now.   ❝   i   suppose   married   people   rarely   refer   to   their   spouses   by   their   last   names.   though,   they   share   one.   would   get   confusing,   wouldn't   it   ?   ❞   he   was   clearly   teasing   her.

❝   how   do   you   feel   about   mrs.   bridgerton   ?   a   little   stuffy   for   casual   conversation   but   when   has   that   ever   stopped   the   masses   of   the   ton   ?   shall   we   practice   you   being   addressed   by   it   ?   ❞   he   was   sure   they   had   little   time   until   their   mothers   had   them   part   for   some   wedding   task   or   another.   it   seemed   rather   terrible   that   the   next   time   he   saw   sophie,   they   would   be   standing   before   a   priest   and   dedicating   themselves   to   one   another.   was   there   a   way   to   rectify   that,   to   see   her   again   ?   his   mother   would   be   quite   cross.   she   would   consider   it   an   unnecessary   risk.   he'd   probably   be   accused   of   attempting   to   take   sophie's   virtue   away   before   their   wedding   night.   which   was   a   fair   assumption   based   on   his   character.   it   was   wrong   though.   he   just   wanted   to   know   more   about   her,   understand   things   she   couldn't   tell   him   with   the   ever   watchful   eyes   of   their   mamas.

❝   if   i   were   to   walk   by   your   home   this   evening,   mrs   bridgerton   ❞   he   shot   her   a   teasing   grin   before   he   continued,   ❝   which   window   would   be   yours   ?   out   of   genuine   curiosity   and   nothing   more.   ❞

[killedllove]

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ? Even years later, there were nights he had pondered that very question as they recalled their youth. Although he had grown enough, been in therapy long enough, to know he'd made the right choice then --- and he and Sherlock had been were on good terms now, it still did not make the feeling any better. Society tells you to stand beside your loved ones in times of crisis, the poems that Victor had been raised on spoke of love as an incomparable force through which all was possible. Neither of those talked about when the one you loved was self-destructing. Nobody knew what it was like to not know if / when their partner would be home, and the state they'd be in when they did. They didn't watch as they refused any help offered by yourself and others get chucked away, determined to stay rotting as they were. It had left Victor numb and broken when he had finally needed to leave, for his own safety and his inability to be a bystander any longer. His mind had been clouded with doubts. Had he done the right thing ? Did this mean he hadn't truly loved him ? Did it mean he had not been truly loved ? Should he had done something different ? Questions that Victor knew without question plagued his friend's mind heavier than the media circus outside. In a twisted way, he wished that he really had been having some secret scandalous affair that ended Benedict's marriage to Sherlock. At least then, he wouldn't know his best friend and ex partner wasn't circling the drain once more somewhere out in the city. At least then Victor wouldn't be made to watch his other best friend feel everything a younger version of himself had felt but ten-fold. If being the bad guy would have saved them from this, Victor gladly would take that role. Instead, he hugged him tightly to his chest, squeezing as tightly as he could despite knowing his arms were not the ones Benedict truly wanted. " You made the hard choice, but that doesn't make it any less right. It's fucking hell, but it does get easier... I promise... if you can't sleep, just close your eyes, okay ? It's better than nothing. " God knew they'd both need as much strength as possible for the shit storm awaiting them all...

[2ndbornson]

there   was   possibly   no   one   else   on   earth   that   knew   what   benedict   was   feeling   the   way   victor   did.   there   was   certainly   no   one   that   had   loved   sherlock   the   same   way   and   had   been   forced   to   watch   as   it   all   came   crumbling   around   them.   his   husband   had   made   him   promise   one   day   that   he   wouldn't   allow   himself   to   be   brought   down   with   them.   he   didn't   think   he'd   meant   it   when   he   promised   it.   he   hadn't   been   worried   it   would   become   an   issue.   now,   he   knew   he'd   broken   it.   it   had   taken   a   gun   to   force   him   to   leave,   to   realize   that   sherlock   was   going   down   a   path   that   he   couldn't   follow,   that   they   were   breaking   his   heart.

one   arm   moved   to   wrap   around   the   front   of   their   oldest   friend,   taking   a   long   breath   to   steady   himself.   ❝    this   whole   time,   i   thought   i   could   help.   in   sickness   and   in   health,   till   death   do   us   part.   ❞   the   words   are   practically   mumbled   against   victor.   he   pulled   the   comforter   closer   over   them   both,   sophie's   laundry   detergent   enveloping   his   senses.   ❝   i   felt   so   alone.   i   couldn't   tell   anyone.   i   was   worried   they'd   judge   sherlock,   or   try   to   offer   support   that   i   was   worried   he   wouldn't   take   well.   ❞   they   both   knew   why   he   hadn't   told   victor.   he'd   been   there   last   time,   seen   how   thoroughly   it   had   cut   them.   he   didn't   want   to   be   the   person   to   open   up   old   wounds.

their   eyes   flutter   closed   for   the   moment.   he   was   almost   sure   he   wouldn't   be   able   to   sleep,   but   it   did   feel   better   even   to   just   keep   his   eyes   closed.   he   could   focus   on   victor's   breathing   better   this   way,   letting   it   lull   him.   ❝   and   now   i   feel   even   more   alone   without   him.   ❞

[2ndbornson]

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[sophedicts]

HENRI DE TOULOUSE-LAUTREC — “In Bed: The Kiss” (1892)

“The painting is admired for its ability to render a deep connection between the couple, who appear oblivious to their painter, and impervious to the judgments that might be cast upon them by their society if their relationship were exposed. They seem utterly absorbed in one another, and the viewer has the sense that in the instant captured by Toulouse-Lautrec, they have no concerns besides the moment they are sharing together.” "I cannot love a maid. I cannot be with a maid. I cannot think of a maid every waking hour, longing for a life with her, and yet...you have taken possession of me. Shot me back to life. Turned me from someone who could not sit still for a moment to one who wishes to be in one single place: beside you, for as long as I might live...You're the person I've been searching for all my life. I love you. I love you. I love you."

‘ Love is when the desire to be desired takes you so badly that you feel you could die of it. ’ [Toulouse-Lautrec]

[wondersfull]

we tell ourselves stories in order to live. —— an independent multifandom, all-female multimuse. ©

[boyd-stevens]

BRIDGERTON 4.01 | "The Waltz"

[2ndbornson]

bear with me for a little while as i do an aesthetic overhaul

[killedllove]

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧. Not because she was enjoying it immensely, in fact it had been the hardest season of her life. It was only because since the loss of John, supporting her brother in his new engagement and Hyacinth's preparations for her debut, that Fran had any reprieve from the loneliness that being in Kilmartin House caused. The only exception from the imposed solitude of a widow, one that was destined to become worse when she returned to Scotland. The quiet and peace had once been a balm, but in it now she only felt absence. At some point, John had become part of that peace that solitude granted and now no such calming feelings remained. Francesca had briefly found respite with Michaela and her promise to stay by her side. A promise, it seemed, that was made to be broken --- as she had not heard a word since she had stolen away in the night weeks back.

Her family, beloved as they were, would make their trip home to Aubrey Hall, or their individual homes soon. She, supposed that the upcoming wedding would grant a few more weeks --- allowing her just a bit longer before the daunting prospect of the rest of her life without John would become truly realized. It was all this, and more, which made her somewhat unsettled as she aimlessly swished her spoon in her teacup. It was not that she did not care about her brother's impending nuptials. Francesca had complicated feelings on a personal level regarding her own grief, but she was truly happy for her brother and thought Sophie was a great woman. It was just hard not to listen to it all and feel the ticking clock the event held for her. It made her feel like a terrible sister, to be thinking of her own sadness in the face of his joy. So, she tried her best to school her features as she heard her name being called on. " Oh, apologies brother... my mind must have wandered slightly. What was it you were saying, about the... florals ? "

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 @2ndbornson

[2ndbornson]

none   of   them   were   quite   sure   what   would   help   the   francesca   versus   what   made   things   worse.   distracting   her   seemed   to   help,   to   a   point,   but   as   the   end   of   the   season   and   he   and   sophie's   wedding   loomed   closer   and   closer,   his   younger   sister   retreated   into   herself   more   every   single   day.   bringing   her   back   was   the   utmost   priority   to   all   in   the   bridgerton   family.   it   was   something   he   knew   was   of   the   utmost   importance,   especially   as   the   end   of   fran's   season   meant   a   retreat   to   her   scotland   estate   and   not   just   for   the   country.   at   her   words   though,   he   looks   up   from   his   pad   of   notes,   brows   furrowed   for   a   moment   before   he   tries   his   best   to   school   his   expression   back.   she   had   been   less   with   him   in   that   moment   than   he   had   thought.

❝   no   i   -   ❞   he   cut   himself   off,   rubbing   his   hand   against   the   back   of   his   neck.   ❝   i apologize, i must have lost you somewhere in my ranting. i   was   expressing   some   frustration   with   how   long   our   mother   and   kate   have   been   gone   with   sophie.   a   dress   fitting,   tea   with   daphne   to   catch   up   after   her   return,   and   i   believe   something   with   the   family   jewels   ?   picking   out   some   pieces   for   the   wedding   perhaps   ?   i   cannot   for   the   life   of   me   remember.   ❞   he   angled   his   body   towards   francesca,   ❝   how   about   a   walk   in   the   garden   ?   i   could   do   with   a   break   from   the   wedding   planning.   ❞   he   was   enjoying   it   immensely,   knowing   that   all   of   his   and   sophie's   fight   had   been   leading   to   this.   but   he   could   feel   that   this   was   not   the   proper   distraction   for   her   right   now.

[gloomglimmer]

›       TENSION   LINER   PROMPTS     

"I   dare   you   to   try."

"Do   you   always   get   close?"

"You’re   pushing   my   limits."

"Stop   looking   at   me   like   that."

"I’m   losing   control   here."

"You   have   no   idea,   do   you?"

"I   can’t   resist   you   anymore."

"Stay   back,   or   don’t."

"I   know   what   you   want."

"This   is   getting   dangerous   now."

"You’re   too   tempting   for   me."

"I   shouldn’t   want   this,   but…"

"I   don’t   play   fair,   remember?"

"Careful,   you’re   testing   me."

"You’re   just   making   it   worse."

"You’re   too   close   for   comfort."

"Do   you   always   push   buttons?"

"Stop   before   I   kiss   you."

"You’re   making   it   too   hard."

"I   can’t   stop   thinking   about   you."

"I   want   you   too   much."

"You   know   exactly   what   you’re   doing."

"I’m   not   playing   games   here."

"You’ve   crossed   the   line   now."

"Keep   pushing,   and   you’ll   regret   it."

"This   is   dangerous,   isn’t   it?"

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"Don’t   make   me   regret   this."

"You’re   playing   with   fire."

"You   don’t   know   what’s   coming."

"I   shouldn’t   be   this   close."

"We’re   getting   dangerously   close   now."

"I   can   feel   the   heat."

"Don’t   test   me   right   now."

"I   want   you   too   badly."

"Don’t   make   me   chase   you."

"You’re   distracting   me,   you   know."

"I   won’t   fall   for   this."

"I   want   you,   but…"

"What   do   you   want   from   me?"

"I’ll   never   give   in."

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"You’re   playing   with   my   patience."

"Don’t   make   this   harder,   please."

"I   can’t   stop   this   feeling."

"I’m   already   in   too   deep."

"You   won’t   walk   away   unscathed."

"You’re   walking   a   fine   line."

"I’m   trying   to   stay   calm."

"What   are   you   doing   to   me?"

[killedllove]

𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ⵑ

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[killedllove]

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 to suspect what might have caused her brother's expression. Had she not witnessed many conversation leaks, or messages of her own to put one and two together ? Benedict had never been able to conceal his feelings well, but there was something admiring about being able to live so freely. " He's not the only one who deserves that, Benedict. This is for you too, you know. While Honeysuckles and Gardenias are not a common pair in arrangements, I will, of course see it done... " It was more than just flower arrangements and china patterns though --- it was a celebration of their love and a commitment they were making together. The first step to the wedding altar and the rest of their lives. Even if he was impatient now, Daphne suspected that in the future he'd be glad she'd made him think more on it.

Of course, Daphne could not pretend she didn't understand the impatience to simply be engaged or be married. These were simply days compared to the rest of your life, and the marriage was the goal ultimately. " Benedict, I suspect that you could tie a string to his finger and the result would be the same. Are you sure that you want to do the big to do ? I always expected, if you ever did settle down, you'd do something completely against the grain. " she was more than happy to do this, if it was what he wanted, but it had been a surprise to hear nonetheless.

[2ndbornson]

their   parents   had   always   impressed   upon   them   the   idea   that   when   you   were   to   marry,   it   would   be   with   someone   that   you   loved   more   than   anyone   or   anything   else.   even   if   more   than   one   of   their   children   had   been   resistant   to   that   philosophy,   slowly   but   surely   more   and   more   of   their   siblings   had   settled   down.   no   one   had   expected   benedict   to   be   one   of   them,   least   of   all   himself   before   he   and   sherlock   were   re-introduced.   he   had   many   a   romantic   and   physical   entanglement,   none   that   had   been   particularly   long   lasting   other   than   gen.   and   even   that   had   always   been   about   a   shared   passion   and   chemistry.

benedict   sighed   at   her   question,   moving   to   grasp   his   tea   cup   and   take   a   long   sip.   ❝    i   will   admit   that   some   of   this   is   of   the   influence   of   our   mother   and   sherlock's.   ❞   the   proposal   had   been   completely   his   idea.   he   wanted   something   engaging,   romantic,   fun.   something   that   could   involve   all   of   the   people   they   both   loved.   he   was   on   board   with   the   party   idea   because   he   knew   both   of   their   parents   wanted.   ❝   but   if   a   party   is   what   they   want,   it's   all   fine.   we   will   be   married   at   the   end   of   everything.   this   is   but   a   step   in   the   rest   of   our   lives   together.   ❞

[raesource]

munday questions

📅 How long have you been roleplaying, and what got you started?

🌊 Do you prefer plotting everything out or going with the flow?

🪞 How similar are you to your muse(s)?

🎭 What’s your favourite genre to roleplay (angst, fluff, horror, etc.)?

💖 What’s a trope you love and will never get tired of?

🚫 What’s a trope you avoid or dislike?

🎧 Do you associate songs with your muse(s)? If so, share one!

🥹 Do you ever get emotionally affected by your threads?

🛋️ What’s your ideal RP writing environment (music, silence, chaos)?

✨ What’s your favourite thing about your muse(s)?

⏳ How long does it usually take you to reply to threads?

📝 Do you prefer short replies or long, detailed ones?

🏆 What’s your proudest thread or RP moment?

🌐 Do you enjoy crossovers with other fandoms?

🕵️ Do you stalk blogs before following them? Be honest.

💕 Who are you having the most fun writing with, at the moment?

😶 Are you shy about approaching new RP partners?

🌟 Where do you get inspiration for your writing?

🖼️ Do you make edits, moodboards, or playlists for your muse(s)?

😭 What’s the saddest scene you’ve ever written?

✈️ If your muse(s) could go anywhere, where would they go?

🎁 What’s a random fun fact about you (the mun)?

💻 Do you RP mostly on mobile or desktop?

🌙 Have you ever stayed up way too late just to reply?

🎲 Do you like doing random starter calls or planned plots more?

🤔 What’s something you’ve never tried in RP but want to?

✍️ Has your writing style changed over time? How?

🎯 Do you set personal goals for your RP (activity, improvement, etc.)?

🧪 Have you ever experimented with a completely different writing style or format?

🧑‍🎨 Do you prefer original characters, canon characters, or a mix?

📊 How much research do you do for your threads (if any)?

🔐 Do you keep secrets about your muse(s) from other writers on purpose?

✏️ Do you write outside of RP (stories, poetry, etc.)?

⛰️ What’s the hardest part of roleplaying for you?

🧱 What helps you get out of writer’s block?

📐 Do you prefer long-term threads or short interactions?

🚪 How do you usually start a new thread? Dialogue, action, or description?

⛓️‍💥 Have you ever taken a long break from RP? What brought you back?

🧠 Do you believe muses “have a mind of their own”?

✂️ How much do you edit your replies before posting?

🎬 Has any media (show/movie/game) recently inspired your RP?

🌀 Do you enjoy chaotic threads or calmer, character-focused ones?

🌱 How do you develop your muse(s) over time?

⚡ What’s something small that instantly makes you excited to reply?

📥 Have you ever adopted ideas from other writers into your own headcanon?

⚔️ Do you like conflict-heavy plots or softer dynamics more?

🪫 How do you handle losing motivation for a thread?

📦 If you had to move your RP somewhere else, where would you go?

🛑 Do you have any RP boundaries or topics you will not write?

😤 Do you have any pet peeves when it comes to RP partners or threads?

💌 Do you prefer people to DM you for plotting, or just jump into asks/starters?

🔄 How do you feel about dropping threads vs. pushing through them?

🫶 What makes you feel most appreciated as an RP partner?

👤 Do you ever write characters very different from yourself on purpose?

📚 Do you reread your old threads? Why or why not?

🎮 If your muse(s) were in a different genre (fantasy, modern, sci-fi), what would change?

[viiscountess]

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. #𝒱𝒾𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓈 !

+ an independent & selective blog for 𝒦𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝐵𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓉𝑜𝓃 written by t. interpretation is based off of julia quinn’s & netflix’s BRIDGERTON. multiship, multi timeline & multifandom !! this will be a low-medium activity blog.

˚❀ CARRD. RULES. VERSES. ––– blog roll: margaery tyrell. cersei lannister.

[teaboot]

“Do you ship...” Buddy I will ship almost anything if I think about it too long. I love love and situations

[spontaneousellipsis]

He’s developed this exterior that’s very amenable. [He] doesn’t feel like anything bothers him, yet clearly, in the middle of him, there is this side that is running away from something. Even with the mistress offer, it’s sort of quite a neurotic thing to do. It’s like trying to compartmentalize your life, this reluctance to give someone everything. It’s quite refreshing because he has a very soft exterior, and then there’s actually this center that is a bit more controlling, which is a surprise. — Luke Thompson

LUKE THOMPSON as BENEDICT BRIDGERTON BRIDGERTON | seasons 1-4