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30s. revolving door of fandoms and interests. check my pinned before you follow 💞 (semi-hiatus)

[rippleintheocean]

🔗: writing blog // ao3 // fashion blog // letterboxd

🎐: a, she/her/they. demi-ace. asia. self-proclaimed Tumblr senior citizen, blog est. Feb 2013.

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⚠️: i will ocassionally RPnF and speculate for fun (and for serious). FUB free.

[rippleintheocean]

they need to investigate that merc again im so serious

There's something going on with that car alright.

What I find even weirder - or maybe not, since it's ferrari - is that how they show a promising performance and then we see them absolutely toss it in the bin.

Also, not enough noise about Lewis being in third position? That's a stellar performance!

[rippleintheocean]

i was this close to throwing out my mouse out the window (obviously not, but that's how tech feels sometimes to me) and then i had the eureka moment to change the battery out. Fresh AA battery in and lo and behold, it is working like absolute magic. No lag, no nothing.

[mydearthisbe]

Been doing a Bridgerton rewatch with the intent of recontextualizing myself for Benedict, and here's how I would summarize his experience in each season:

S1

Making friends with someone via insulting their art

Hanging out on a swing-set with Eloise and bonding over not enjoying societal norms

Going to the best party he's ever been to (gets to hang out with people who just want to do art and don't mind nudity) and then being accosted by his brother who's like, "We gotta go kill my bestie to defend our sister's honour." To which Benedict says, "What," and then Anthony's like, "If I die, you're head of the family. If I don't die, you're also head of the family. Good luck being Viscount!" And narrowly avoiding one or multiple of his siblings being shot in a duel that same morning

Seeing two men have sex and then immediately having to sleep with two women so as to not have this interaction awaken anything within him

Getting into a situationship with everyone's favourite modiste

Discovering the concept of a lavender marriage

S2

Getting dumped by his situationship in front of his family

Discovering at a bar that he, a second son, can in fact follow his dreams as an artist and applying to the Royal Academy Schools

Sharing a poem he wrote so his brother can plagiarize it for clout

Getting so anxious about his application that he shows up to a dinner party with his brother's future-in-laws high as a kite

Attending art school and immediately hooking up with the figure model on his first day

Being the Best Man in a wedding that get cancelled at the altar

Going to his mother's ball where only 4 people outside his family show up and finding out his sister's honour is under threat (notably, different sister than the last time)

Going out with his valet and seeing Anthony carry his lover Kate's unconscious body through a thunderstorm, and then popping up to her bedside to ask Anthony what's up, to which he just says, "It's all my fault," and then walks away

Quitting art school because he found out Anthony bought his spot and he'll never know if he had the merit to get in on his own outside of being a nepo baby

Hanging out on a swing-set with Eloise and bonding over feeling like misfits and imposters

S3

Asking a debutante to dance one (1) time and spending every subsequent event avoiding her gaze

Befriending a hot widow through hot air balloon feats and then immediately starting another situationship

Finding out his brother is engaged from the local gossip rag cause he was too busy philandering

Coming home periodically to bond with his new brother-in-law (as his sister is also engaged) and fight over macarons and cards with his youngest siblings

Feeling like a #boyfailure about the whole art school debacle

Being invited to a dinner party by his situationship, flirting with a man for the first time, and being invited to a threesome with her situationship shortly thereafter and then, running away as fast as he can

Taking three (3) business days to figure out he is bisexual and leaving his brother's wedding party to go sleep with man and a woman

Being so busy with sex that he misses his family being blackmailed

Breaking up with his situationship because he's too likable and husband-worthy to remain in a casual throuple

Hanging out on a swing-set with Eloise and bonding over plans for self-discovery whilst coming out to her in the vaguest way possible

[mydearthisbe]

S4

Getting caught with two half-dressed women in his bachelor lodging in the morning, then hooking up with a man in the evening, before strolling into his family's masquerade ball two hours late to then meet the love of his life

Getting his sister-in-law to write an anonymous advert that he's single and ready to mingle in her gossip rag

Enlisting his sister (under mild duress) to attend like eight parties in a row with him to search for his meetcute

Finally figuring out the right house and getting Sophie fired for indirectly revealing she wore her own family heirlooms

Hanging out on a swing-set with Eloise and bonding over not being suited to marriage

Coming out of a multi-day drunken stupor to fistfight a guy for preying on women, thereby getting Sophie fired again

Trying to help Sophie back to Mayfair, and instead needing to be nursed back to health at his cottage while his fever induces him to ask her to kiss him better

Getting Sophie hired as a maid in his family home and somehow being in a love triangle with her and... herself but in a ball gown

Asking Sophie to start a situationship and then chastizing his mother for scolding him while she too, is in a situationship

Moving out of his family home bc he's so hot it messes up Sophie's workflow, before messing up her workflow more with premarital relations

Inviting Sophie to move in with him and coming out as bi to her in a single two-minute span

Causing his brother Anthony come all the way from India, and then from the countryside, in 1817, for an intervention

Being dumped because he has a great relationship with his family

Getting permission from his mummy to become estranged

Leaving his brother-in-law's wake to propose, finding out Sophie's going to America so he needs to charter a boat, finding out she's not going to America because she's been arrested, and instead crashing into a courtroom to save his lover from being charged with theft and impersonation, mummy in tow

Realizing his lover is also his meetcute so it was more of a love line

Working with his mother to blackmail his stepmother-in-law to legitimize his lover and lying to the Queen's face about it, and somehow getting away with both of those things so they can marry (slay)

[rippleintheocean]

If you are indian (like me) and are going for a passport renewal, you're in for a humiliation ritual. (Just saying.)

[spontaneousellipsis]

benophie + forehead touches

SOPHIE BAEK and BENEDICT BRIDGERTON BRIDGERTON | season four

[superohclair]

Benedict needing the sunlight to feel something besides his grief after John's funeral. we forget that Benedict was there when Edmund died, and remembered everything he saw, the way Anthony and Daphne did, too. he has just been left to manage it on his own.

[wonderlandleighleigh]

I think a lot about how lonely that time was. He lost his father and then his mother and his only older sibling to grief, and then had to help his little siblings manage their grief.

There wasn't a lot of room for him, it feels like. And you can see that this season, specifically in his scene with Lady Danbury.

[exuberantocean]

I really think that while Anthony was thrusted into responsibilities for the social and financial care of the family (in a way that also isolated and alienated him from them), Benedict took on the role of the being the emotional support for the family. And that too isolated him, because he had to be the strong one, the silly one, the caring one. He had to play that role within the family without ever being able to come to anyone else with his own pain.

Ironically, what likely made him the glue that helped hold the family together, also made him alone in a full room. He got trapped in a role, always forced to play himself rather than be himself.

[paradiselostwrites]

been handling a rather busy week this week + got bitten by a semi-grown kitten today (who is half-vaccinated because she caught a cold so her vaccines are delayed till that clears up) so updates on mafia au and omegaverse au will be delayed till next week <3

P.S. not the kitten's fault, we are isolating her so that her cold clears up and she was excited when i picked her up and wanted to spring out of my arms so she did what she usually attempts. should've clocked that. my finger is in a great deal of pain ouch. gonna be getting a tetanus shot + first dose of antirabies in the evening, even though i am pretty sure she doesn't have rabies. (we don't let her out.) doesn't hurt to be safe.

[rippleintheocean]

but good god do i hate antirabies vaccination. the last and only time i got it was in december 2021 for a kitten who was dying and i was so sluggish for the next month and half while i got the 5 vaccines. gonna ask them if they can do the three vaccines instead of 5 this time.

[rippleintheocean]

watched diplo's breakdown of how body to body was made and man. these guys man. bts. bang si-hyuk. ryan tedder. diplo. fucking geniuses man.

the moment where the arirang chant comes on? still chills down my spine. fucking incredible.

[targetedknowledge]

[beardedmrbean]

this sounds like a party to me

[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

[tackminyard]

affirmations for my printer:

you are not out of paper

you have so much paper

it’s okay to function as intended

you are not out of ink

i just refilled that cartridge last month

you can connect to that computer you’re supposed to connect to

you’re allowed to print things

[angelbabymikaa]

“potentially mature content” yeah that’s my pervert friend i hope it’s mature content that’s what i followed them for

[paradiselostwrites]

benophie omegaverse au part 3

🔗: Part 1 // Part 2 // Read on AO3

🏷️: mild sexual content

Sophie was pacing and wringing her hands together as Benedict re-read the letter on the settee in the library. He’d received his mother’s note earlier that evening and wasn’t surprised by her swiftness in action.

If there was one thing in the world Violet Bridgerton believed in, it was love. Love deep enough that her children mated their spouses, it was her one true wish. It was also the reason Benedict had mentioned him mating Sophie in his letter to her, so that she’d know this wasn’t a passing fancy or a dalliance. He did think he was likely jumping the gun with how fast things were moving between him and Sophie, and yet, it didn’t seem fast enough.

Had Sophie been presented at eight and ten like she should have been, and with the dowry that he suspected her father left her in his will, she’d have had a line of suitors around the square, vying for her hand. He would have been one of them, possibly further down the line of eligibility.

Now, in this world, the real world, it wasn’t how it turned out to be. He was a nobleman, an Alpha, a prime at that, she was an Omega and not recognized as nobility even if her father was a nobleman.

The rules of the ton dictated that wealth be preserved with their ranks, regardless of suitability to one another. The shackles of this nonsense had bothered him for years and now he knew why. It was an instinct, almost, as if somewhere deep inside he knew that his mate, the person who’d help him make sense of himself and the world around him, wasn’t present in the familiar trapping.

He set the letter beside him on the settee and approached Sophie, taking her hands in his, pressing kisses to her palms. Her agitated and anxious scent immediately calmed down, softening to her familiar scent.

He held her hands to his chest and gazed at her fondly, “Stop worrying, my love.”

Sophie stared up at him, unabashed in her adoration of him. Here was yet another way she was unlike the ladies of the ton. No shyness, no coy flirtation. She adored him, wanted him and wanted his company. She stared him straight in the face and told him she couldn’t help but notice him. He loved how she just meant what she said.

How could he have ever considered living a life with anyone but her? This beautiful creature. No one else would keep him on his tiptoes.

“You shouldn’t call me that, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“Benedict,” he urged again, softly.

She hesitated. “Benedict,” she acquiesced.

“My mother loves love. She loves her children and she wants them to experience the beauty of what love is like. You will like her, just wait and see.”

Sophie gave him an unimpressed look. “Lady Bridgerton is fully aware of the scandal we are about to bring upon your family’s head with this….proposition of yours. So I will not be surprised if she doesn’t like me, I know I wouldn’t had I been in her position.”

Benedict took advantage of her ire to draw her in closer and pull her down on to the seat with him. He rearranged the skirt of the silver dress she was wearing and seated her comfortably. Despite her words, she settled against him, resting her temple against his collarbone.

It was after dinner and everyone had gone to bed. They would not be interrupted now.

He caressed her cheek with one hand, stroking gently, wrapping the other around her waist, securing her to him. He said mildly, “I think you should wait to meet her before you assume things about my mother.”

Her muffled voice came from below, reverberating through him. “I apologize.”

He huffed. “No need, Sophie. I am merely saying, my mother contains magnitudes.” She looked up at him and he continued, voice adoring, “She will adore you.”

He started pressing kisses down her throat now, hungry now at the swell of the tops of her breasts. “She will, I promise,” he said, voice muffled now, as Sophie clung to him.

He’d make sure she stopped overthinking in that beautiful brain of hers for the next little while atleast.

It was becoming harder and harder to hold back, he mused, as he deftly undid the buttons on the back of her dress and pushed down the dress to her waist, Sophie helping him with it. It was so hard to not lay her out on this settee and simply have his way with her. She was his mate after all, he’d throw his lineage into the fire if it meant being with her. But somehow he didn’t say that out loud for not scaring her. She was worried enough, skittish enough, despite being unable to deny this connection between them.

What she needed was to experience pleasure and his mouth on her delectable nipples, tugged into his mouth like it was now, and not think for a little while. He so enjoyed the little cries he’d been able to extract from her, he thought, as he switched from one breast to another.

They were wet from his saliva. There was a mating gland on both sides of her breasts and he simply went with his instinct and bit down. Just a little something to tide them both over and soothe her.

Her protests died down as her scent flooded the room. So beautiful, he thought. He could truly drown in it.

“Benedict, we cannot,” Sophie implored, boneless and liquid in his arms, protesting nothing and yet still reminding him of the precariousness of their situation. He let out a deep groan. “I know, Sophie.”

She looked up at him from where she was tucked against the side of his neck and he observed a glint in her eye. He looked on, amused, as she went ahead and nipped at his gland. His scent — which he’d been told was freshly roasted coffee beans, with a hint of butterscotch — bloomed. Mixing with hers it felt like he could ride out with Napoleon at dawn and come out of the battle unscathed.

.

.

Benedict made the effort the next morning to look more like he was the owner in residence rather than a careless lout. He tied the cravat precisely and carefully inserted the pearl-encrusted pin in the knot to keep it in place. He ran a hand down his waistcoat and looked at himself critically in the mirror. He looked more than presentable.

He did leave his hair tousled. He was still in the comfort of his own home.

He stepped out of his bedroom and made his way to the living area where he saw Sophie — much like yesterday in the library — pacing, albiet slowly. Except she looked so much more beautiful today.

Her hair was long. He hadn’t realized how long until last night when she slept in his arms and he ran his hand through the strands. Inky black like midnight, smooth as silk. Today it was done up in a half-updo, the rest of her hair curled and trailing down her back. A small silver hair ornament glinted on the knot in her hair.

She stopped and turned to look at him when he entered and made his way towards her. She looked so beautiful — in a short-sleeved blue dress with white lace appliqués that he was fairly certain was Francesca’s. She used to wear it quite often while at home before she met either of her suitors her season. She wore a matching sheer blue shawl draped across her arms.

She very much looked like a Bridgerton.

Or what she’d look like when she was his wife. (and mate)

As he got closer, he noticed something glinting off her neck — he stopped. It was the silver chain with an amethyst pendant. The same pendant she wore the night of the masquerade ball.

She had not been wearing it at the lake days prior.

She had a sheepish expression on her face. “I thought if I took it off I would be able to escape your notice for a little while longer.”

Benedict pulled her hands into his own and rubbed them gently. She needed a bracelet and matching earrings, he made a note.

“I don’t think you will ever be able to escape my notice, Sophie, no matter what you do.”

He pulled on her hands towards the door. “Come, she should be here soon. We can take a walk nearby till then.”

She followed.

.

.

Benedict should’ve been a prophet because within ten or fifteen minutes of him and Sophie having taken a turn about the gardens, he heard the distinct hoofs on compacted ground. Since he wasn’t expecting deliveries until the end of the week, he knew it would be his mother.

He intertwined his fingers with Sophie’s and pulled her along as a leisurely pace to greet his mother, who was being helped down from the carriage by Mr. Crabtree.

“Lady Bridgerton, it is so wonderful to see you,” he enthused.

“Ah, Jim, it is always a pleasure to see you and Susan as well,” said Violet as she smiled at him and at Mrs. Crabtree standing behind him.

“Ma’am,” greeted Mrs. Crabtree as she enthusiastically turned her attention to Mrs. Wilson, who alighted from the carriage as well.

Violet was not paying attention though.

Her sole focus was now on her son, who held the hand of the young lady beside him with a comfort she’d not seen from him before.

A place where his soul has come to rest.

The girl looked to be Daphne’s age, perhaps a year or so younger. She was wearing one of Francesca’s dresses from her first season out. No jewellery, no hint of homemade flushes or lip colouring, save for the pendant around her neck and her hair done up fashionably. In all likelihood, having been a maid she’d likely have been accustomed to the latest hairstyles because hers looked perfection itself.

One of the prettiest faces she’d ever seen. Though her beautiful face was currently marred by apprehension and stress.

Quite understandable, if you are meeting your husband-to-be’s mother.

“Mother, it is very good to see you,” Benedict said, letting go of her hand to lean forward and kiss Violet on the cheek.

“May I present Miss Sophie Baek?”

Sophie curtsied elegantly in front of her, a beautiful half-dip reserved for the matriarchs of the ton. “My lady,” she said, a tone of voice as pretty to match the face.

This is the sort of thing that cannot be taught. The curtsey is taught, of course, but the elegance of it is quite inherent. This girl had noble blood coursing through her.

Violet nodded at her and then stepped forward and pulled her into a hug. Rainfall on scorched earth and rosewater, and a faint whiff of lilacs; the last one an artificial perfume meant to compliment her natural scent. Most beautiful.

Everything about this girl was beautiful.

“So pleased to meet you, my dear. Come,” she said, taking her hand and falling in step beside her, “tell me about yourself and then let us see if we can manage ourselves in this situation yet.”

[littlegirlinvisible]

HUDCON WEEK 2026 Day 4 — May 14: Favorite Quote ↪ “I read with two other guys who were up for the role of Shane. He was the third one. Jacob texted me at that point and was like, ‘So, who do you like?’ And I was like, ‘Hudson, obviously.’ And then he was like, ‘Yeah, me too.’ We're kind of just like soulmates, you know? You know those people that you just instantly click with and you're like, ‘Okay, you're mine.’ When I read with Hudson, they were like, ‘All right, guys, whenever you're ready.’ And then their little Zoom bubble went away, and it was just Hudson and I. We just kind of looked at each other for like 5 seconds and didn't say anything. We just looked at each other, and just kind of did nothing, and then kind of just laughed, and then that started the scene.” — Connor Storrie / this quote and so many others are my favorites, sorry again??? 😭💕

[rippleintheocean]

Probably not so shocking but when I stop to register the thought, it truly is surreal to me. I've spent the majority of my time this week writing and posting on ao3 and as a consequence, I'm no longer consuming content and no longer interested to consume any either. My mind is revolving around the various plot points and how I can do it justice. I've not watched a single YouTube video and if I have, it's not watching because it's usually a CG workout.

It's wonderful, and freeing to say the least.

Consume less, create more. (Unless the consumption is reading then by all means.)

[rippleintheocean]

but also jimmy's kitchen is perfect. i want.