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Hannah Dodd as Francesca Bridgerton in BRIDGERTON (Season 3)
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It’s hilarious how badly joff and cersei fumble sansa. like this is the same girl that watched cersei order the death of her direwolf and still convinced herself the queen was good and gentle she would have bent herself over backwards justifying their actions during the wotfk if they remained even remotely nice to her. my girl has a phd in dissociation and probably could have continued deluding herself for another couple years but nooooooo they just had to decapitate her father in front of her
she is not the easiest person to understand. something helaena knows without being told, without having to bear witness to the abject horror of the faces of those at court who do not even begin to attempt to consider the depths of which her mind reaches. to them she is merely yet another strange girl, yet another targaryen whose coin had tipped to madness. perhaps she was, but it had not been of her own volition – the dragon dreams had not been something she'd asked for, nor something she'd wanted. to be so haunted was not within the wantings of any girl. but there are moments of respite, moments of ease in the cloudiness she finds worthwhile. this afternoon is one of them, her head less full than it's felt in months, helaena is uncharacteristically chipper, a wide, beaming smile as she spins down the hall, arms laden with sweets from the kitchens, intent on spoiling her maids with the desserts she's procured.
until @cataschism catches her wrist, and guides her back gently to the wall instead, desserts spilled onto the floor and sidestepped as wide amethyst colored eyes fall onto his features.
“ aeg – ” no ability to answer, her lips caught just as soon as they'd begun to form his name by his descending and pressing swift. in an instant, the sweets are long forgotten on the floor, her hands busied as they curl into the collar of his doublet and then into his hair. it is not until he has kissed the very breath from her lungs and left her gasping for it that she manages to remember herself, her forehead rested against his as kiss - swollen lips rest mere centimeters away, and pull into a gentle smile. “ good afternoon to you too. ”
why is the soundtrack in this film so obnoxious
" is your mom here ? " a sharp turn of her head , gaze shifting along countless other airline passengers , attempting to find one that shares any sort of resemblance to him before coming up short & shrugging her shoulders. instead she shifts closer , still intending for him to pick up her carry - on , while her own hand drifts down to interlace their fingers together. " you're cute , don't worry , i won't tell your mom all the bad things i'm gonna convince you to do. "
“ i mean . . . . it felt like it , but maybe i’m just being dramatic. “ there was alot of things i wanted to say , yet i didn’t want to come across as 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗘𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗥. she definitely was confident , so confident that i was shocked at how she wanted me to touch her that fast. [ NOT THAT I WOULD BE COMPLAINING ] , but it was also our first time meeting in person. maybe that could be 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒅 for later. “ if my mom found i was grabbing your ass this quick , she’d smack me upside the head. HOWEVER - i’m not gonna say it won’t be out the question later if the night goes well. “
i did this to myself but that won't stop me from asking why all of you are here encouraging my bad decisions