* . ( Add " + " To Reverse The Action.)

🐝  *  ―  𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (  add " + " to reverse the action.  )

❛  do you want to tell me about your day?  ❜ ❛  here, you look like you're freezing.  ❜ ❛  i love you just the way you are, and i'm here to remind you of that whenever you need to hear it.  ❜ ❛  i promise i'll always be here if you need me.  ❜ ❛  i wish i could take away all your pain.  ❜ ❛  i'll stand by you, no matter what challenges may come our way.  ❜ ❛  i'm gonna make sure nothing bad will ever happen to you.  ❜ ❛  if you need a shoulder to lean on or someone to listen, i'm here.  ❜ ❛  if you need someone to talk to i'm always just one phone call away.  ❜ ❛  it's okay. i've got you. you're safe now.  ❜ ❛  it's okay to feel this way, we've all been there.  ❜ ❛  it's okay to lean on others for support occasionally.  ❜ ❛  just let me take care of you for a bit.  ❜ ❛  no matter what happens, you'll always have a place in my heart.  ❜ ❛  what do you need me to do to make you feel better?  ❜ ❛  you can always ask me for help if you need it.  ❜ ❛  you just relax and let me do the rest. you deserve a break.  ❜ ❛  you look like you could use a hug.  ❜ ❛  you're always taking care of me so no it's my turn to return the favor.  ❜ ❛  you're not alone in this. i'm here for you, no matter what.  ❜

[ blanket ] sender draping a blanket over receiver's shoulders [ breaths ] sender helping receiver to calm down by using breathing techniques [ compliment ] sender complimenting receiver to make them smile [ cry ] sender offering receiver a shoulder to cry on [ gift ] sender giving receiver a small gift [ hand ] sender holding receiver's hand while they're walking [ hug ] sender pulling receiver into a tight embrace [ injured ] sender helping an injured receiver with everyday tasks [ jokes ] sender trying to make receiver laugh [ kindness ] sender surprising receiver with random acts of kindness [ massage ] sender giving receiver a shoulder massage to tend to their sore muscles [ patterns ] sender drawing random patterns on receiver's skin [ pillow ] sender offering receiver to use them as a pillow [ scars ] sender gently tracing receiver's scars [ sick ] sender bringing a sick receiver whatever they need ( food / medicine / etc. ) [ steady ] sender wrapping an arm around receiver's waist to steady them [ support ] sender quietly sitting down next to receiver to let them know they're there [ touch ] sender letting receiver know they're there through simple touch [ warmth ] sender pulling receiver into their arms to share body heat [ wound ] sender cleaning / bandaging receiver's wound(s)

the pink dots are the ones not a single character in t.urn canon will agree with xDD bUT HEAR ME OUT akjsdbabkasbfasjbfsab

are you anne's type?

anne rn

Autumn / Spooky memes!

Requested by anon!

"Oh, I love it when the leaves start falling."

"I think it's going to storm."

"I love a thunderstorm."

"Look at all the colours! It's beautiful!"

"Aw, man, I always get sad when it goes cold."

"Do you want to go pick out a pumpkin?"

"Look at this tiny pumpkin!"

"We need to get a good carving pumpkin, I left it too late last year and got a really weird one."

"I'm making pumpkin soup."

"Ugh, I hate all this pumpkin spice stuff."

"Ooh, I love this pumpkin spice stuff!"

"I really want to curl up by the fire with a good book."

"Time to get my cardigans out again."

"This sort of weather deserves a golden retriever."

"Do you want some hot cocoa?"

"Nothing like the first hot chocolate of the year."

"Mmm, this is really nice. You should try some."

"I'm making apple cider!"

"How have you never had hot apple cider?!"

"This is my favourite time of year."

"Let's get the hallowe'en decorations out!"

"I'm going to buy a twelve foot skeleton this year, I don't care what anyone says."

"Did you get candy for the trick or treaters yet?"

"I bet we can see a ghost if we go out tonight."

"Wait, wait, I'm gonna put on a bedsheet and scare these kids."

"I hate hallowe'en."

"I love hallowe'en."

"I'm going to eat so much candy tonight."

"Are you taking the kids trick or treating?"

"It's the first time taking the kids trick or treating! They've been so excited."

are you anne's type? (easy mode)

"I'm not afraid." She lied, her voice trembling and betraying her. The truth of it was she was more than afraid. She was petrified of what a mutual longing like theirs would mean. To love someone was to offer one's own heart for the taking, something Anne had already done once before. She'd barely managed to salvage the broken pieces of her heart from the first time and she wasn't sure if she was strong enough to do it again, if her heart was strong enough to survive it.

"I... I'm not trying to speak for you. I'm trying to make you realize that I'm not good for you. That loving me can only end badly." His words made another wave of tears rise to her eyes and when he demanded to know what exactly she was saving him from, Anne couldn't hold them in. She had opened Pandora's box, she had dared to open her heart to someone and now Anne was forced to face the consequences of such a mistake.

"From me, Ben, from my past. Being with me is not safe, a-and I could never forgive myself if anything ever happened to you just because you were foolish enough to like me." By the time the words tumbled from her lips, it was too late to take them back. Anne stared into the distance, eyes wet and nose reddened. Despite how panicked she is for admitting such a thing, for getting so close to revealing the truth, all she can imagine is the what-ifs.

She tries to blink away the imagine her mind conjures, but her tears blur her vision and George's face, his laugh, his words echo in her head. He wouldn't hesitate to hurt Ben if it meant getting to Anne. George would risk his own life and everyone else's if it meant getting revenge and finding Annelise. His cruelty knew no bounds and she didn't want to think of all the horrible ways he would hurt the ones she cared about, just to make her squirm. Ben would be the perfect bargaining token for George. And she couldn't let that happen.

When her vision clears and her mind returns to the present, he's gone and Anne is left in the middle of the corridor alone. Her chest rattled with each shuddered breath as she wrapped her arms around herself. She would tell Lady Pleinsworth that she'd fallen ill. Again. Something that always seemed to happen when Benjamin was around. There was no knowing what sort of thing he would say to Sarah, but Anne had a feeling she'd learn about it soon enough. As exhaustion settled into her bones, she trudged down the hall and locked herself away in her bedroom.

---

The halls of the Pleinsworth manor felt empty, even with Frances and Harriet enacting their usual antics up and down the corridors. Despite the laughing, arguing, and yelling, Anne felt hollow. Even the girls had taken notice in her solemn expression, despite her best efforts to wear a cheery face. They knew her too well by now to believe such a halfhearted façade, but they also knew not to push the subject, something Anne was rather grateful for.

Or at least they hadn't verbally pressed the matter. It wasn't until she noticed the familiar figure in the distance that Anne began to catch onto the girls' scheme. They had seemed eager to visit the Bridgerton house, especially Elizabeth who seemed newly intent on charming Gregory Bridgerton by the end of the season. Even Sarah had tagged along, which Anne hadn't thought terribly odd at first. It wasn't a good idea for Anne to be here, she knew that, but there was no way to tell the girls no without explaining the ailments of her heart. So, she reluctantly agreed and had accompanied them. But now she was regretting it even more.

Frances, Harriet, and Elizabeth remained inside to get changed and Anne took a moment to enjoy the quiet before the inevitable chaos ensued. But as she neared the edge of the pond, the scene that unfolded in front of her was not what she'd expected.

She let out a gasp, turning away before she could allow herself to stare imprudently. She knew she ran the risk of running into Ben here, but she hadn't expected running into him like this. Nor running into this much of him. Her cheeks blazed and she rose her hand to shield her eyes. From a short distance, she could hear snickering, a familiar soprano laugh that Anne didn't need to look to know was Sarah.

Anne tried to still her beating heart, to quell the impure thoughts that raced to take residence in her mind. Ben's charge and Sarah stood by cackling at Ben's misfortune, at his embarrassment, and it fueled a fire in her chest. Gregory was still young, and boys would be boys after all. But Sarah Pleinsworth wasn't this petty. Was she? She had been maniacal and callous towards her sisters at times, but never cruel. And that's what this charade seemed to be, utterly cruel.

"Mister Bridgerton. Lady Sarah." Her voice was stern as she began a steady stride over to the pair of miscreants, ignoring the temptation to steal a look at Ben and all his impropriety. "Your prank is over, so if you two have had enough gawking, I would kindly ask you to return inside. Without your poor tutor's stolen clothing, Mister Bridgerton." Her lips pulled thin and she fought the urge to cross her arms over her chest. "And Lady Sarah, your sisters are bound to arrive any minute now. Would you truly like them to stumble upon the sight you've curated?"

Sarah hesitates and Anne wonders if she knows the truth, and if she'll say anything about it. It would only take one sentence, one word to the right person for Anne to be fired. And if Sarah found out the real reason that Ben had ceased his courtship, she had no doubts that her position in the household would be terminated. Thankfully, Gregory seemed chuffed enough for the moment and offered Sarah his arm after tossing the garments to the ground.

"Oh Gods, I didn't think of that..." Sarah mutters, glancing over her shoulder to make sure her younger sisters didn't come barreling over the hill unexpectedly. When she took in the sight of Anne's firm expression, her smile faded and she let out a sigh. As they turned to leave, Gregory shot a wave backwards and Anne gritted her teeth.

What a rude child, she thinks to herself. And Ben dared say she was the one who was bad at discipline? Despite their ages, Anne couldn't help but see them as children in this moment. Bullies, much like the ones she'd dealt with in her youth and it took every ounce of patience not to scold them out in the open.

She stands her ground until they exit, her dark blue eyes watching their figures shrink into the distance before turning slowly back towards Ben's scattered clothing on the ground. Each garment she picked up was paired with an annoyed glance in the direction the pair had left as Anne silently formulated a way to punish both of them for their cruelty. It didn't matter if neither of them were her students, she refused to let bullying happen beneath her nose. And to someone so undeserving, too. Perhaps Lady Pleinsworth and Lady Bridgerton would hear of their escapades.

Turning back towards the water, Anne clutched his clothes to her chest. She could smell his scent in the wind and her cheeks burned hotter as she stepped closer to his form wading in the water. "It seems like it's my turn to rescue you."

"I don't know!" Benjamin exclaimed, exasperated. "Anne, if I knew what this was -- if I understood what I felt -- we would not be knee-deep in our own sin." Dragging a hand through his loose hair, he huffed, shaking his head. "You cannot presume to know my desires any more than I can. Or..." Here, he eyed her closely. "Perhaps you are afraid of what I might feel."

Anne was immovable. “You deserve someone like Sarah. Someone who can care for you, w-who can take care of you, keep you safe. Not someone like me. I-I have only ever caused you hardship. And pain."

"Why are you speaking for me?" Benjamin challenged. "I may be painfully transparent at times, but I don't think you have access to the innermost workings of my heart, Anne. You cannot tell me I deserve Sarah when it is not Sarah I want!" He huffed, frustrated. "And what in God's name do you mean, 'keep me safe?' Safe from what?"

“Ben, I beg you...” Anne's words were soft, plaintive, and despite the anguish in her eyes, he only felt all the more frustrated. “Please stop saying things that only make me want you more. I cannot bear it.”

"What is there to contemplate if we both have the same affliction?" Benjamin demanded. "If we both have this ache, this yearning, why must we cast it aside?"

Anne's expression grew pinched and anxious, almost as if she'd just swallowed a bitter tonic. “We should... We should speak about this another time. Under better conditions. When we both have a clearer head.”

"I've never been clearer-headed in my life," Benjamin countered, jaw tight, "but you're right...there is a time and place for such confessions, and here and now is not the proper instance."

Anne never once lifted her gaze from the ground. Tears welled up in her eyes, bright and mournful as she twisted her hands. "You ought to speak to Miss Pleinsworth," she entreated. "Tell her whatever it is you must to not break her heart, and... should you still feel the same way about me in a week's time, then maybe..."

Benjamin's breath caught and he nodded, rolling his lips inward. "I'm not a man who readily changes his mind," he softly reassured, "but I'll do as you wish."

"I will call for a maid to chaperone the rest of your visit with Lady Sarah. Good day, Mister Tallmadge."

"Good day, Miss Wynter," he murmured, taking her cue and falling back into their old formality. He thought of cupping her face between his shaking hands -- of claiming her mouth in an effort at proving his affections, of stealing her breath -- but instead, he merely offered a clipped bow and turned to excuse himself.

--

The following fortnight was...odd. Although Benjamin didn't see Anne nor the Pleinsworth girls since that fateful day, he certainly noticed the looks he received while traveling amidst the ton. They weren't particularly kind looks either, so a part of him feared that they knew -- that they suspected his feelings for Anne, and how he'd heedlessly broken Sarah's heart.

The girl was understandably beside herself when he'd relayed his intentions. She just couldn't understand what had gone wrong -- Have we not been having fun? -- and after she nearly burst into tears, Benjamin excused himself and from that moment forward, he hadn't set foot in the Pleinsworth manor again.

On that particular afternoon, Gregory pleaded and wheedled with him during their lessons to go down to the pond on the Bridgerton property. At first, Benjamin was opposed. It was a beautiful day, yes, but he knew Violet -- or worse yet, Anthony -- wouldn't approve of Gregory lazing about instead of finishing up his lessons. Yet after proving he'd done an exceptional job in memorizing his latest poetry assignment, the weary tutor caved and he followed his pupil down to the pond.

Upon their arrival, Benjamin was bemused to find that Gregory wished for him to go for a swim, as well.

With a nervous little laugh, he shook his head. "Oh no, I think not," he denied. "I didn't bring swimming attire of any kind."

"So?" Gregory fired back, folding his arms. "Just go in as is! We have towels and blankets and a fire that can warm you afterwards, I promise!"

Benjamin sighed. The boy was quite good at getting what he wanted -- damn his inability to tell children no! -- and with a sheepish smile, he nodded. "Fine," he agreed, "but I will not impose upon your brothers' hospitality. I'll remove any garments so that I won't have to borrow anything."

Gregory gave a faux salute. "As you wish, sir," he said, his voice sounding a bit sing-song. "Go ahead and go in. I think I dropped something out of my picnic basket, so let me go check real fast. I'll be right back!"

Before Benjamin could argue, the boy turned and sprinted up over the hill. Sighing, Benjamin shrugged and set to work on disrobing. The early afternoon air was pleasantly warm and tranquil, and despite the slight chill from the water, it didn't take terribly long to acclimate as he waded in. In truth, he hadn't swam or had any bloody fun since before the war.

A melancholy smile touched his mouth at the thought, and just as his mind started to be transported back to simpler times, he heard gleeful, girlish laughter, and whirled about in order to behold...

"Miss Wynter," Benjamin spluttered. With his waist-up fully exposed, he panicked and quickly submerged himself until the water was covering all but his head. On shore, he noticed Gregory and Sarah -- damn them! -- grabbing his clothes and making a mad dash for the hills.

"Stop!" Benjamin called, his teeth gritting. "Gregory, I demand that you bring those back!"

God help him, had it been so long since his days of mischief that he hadn't even recognized a prank in clear development?

4-Word Sentence Prompts

Part I An assortment of prompts and/or starters using only four words. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

“ I don't need you. ”

“ Celebrate while you can. ”

“ It was too much. ”

“ I'm so, so sorry. ”

“ Let me love you. ”

“ Where have you been? ”

“ Why am I here? ”

“ I would love to. ”

“ I tried but failed. ”

“ You'll never forgive me. ”

“ I want to confess. ”

“ I will protect you. ”

“ You don't deserve me. ”

“ I don't deserve you. ”

“ You are safe here. ”

“ You choose your fate. ”

“ I have lost control. ”

“ I don't recognize myself. ”

“ You are to blame. ”

“ You lack the skills. ”

“ Be still, don't move. ”

“ Yet again you lie. ”

“ You are so beautiful. ”

“ Take it off. Now. ”

“ Look at you now. ”

“ Shoot before it escapes! ”

“ You can't do this! ”

“ Please don't leave me. ”

“ Please leave me along. ”

“ Worship me or die. ”

“ Bow before me, peasant. ”

“ Did you make this? ”

“ I can't believe this! ”

“ You are my villain. ”

“ You are my hero. ”

“ I don't take sides. ”

“ Run, don't look back. ”

“ My life is perfect. ”

“ Don't lie to me. ”

“ When is it over? ”

“ What is this madness? ”

“ Cut loose, have fun! ”

“ I hate you all. ”

“ I love you, dear. ”

“ You drive me crazy. ”