every time I use “they” to refer to a single gender-unknown person on Tumblr, another piece of my grammar-filled heart shatters, and the pieces scatter at the bottom of hell
“They” has been a singular pronoun for hundreds of years, you melodramatic dipshit.
well… actually… no… they is plural. people use they when they should use he, she, or it.
dense motherfucker, the pronoun “they” is an english equivalent for the third person indefinite singular and has been for literally centuries. it remains morphologically and syntactically plural therefore you don’t need to shit your little pantaloons at compromising your surely rock solid grammar rules.
i guarantee every fuckin time you’ve ever had to refer to a person of an unknown gender you’ve used “they” subconsciously. (“The post clerk gave me a message for you.” “Oh, what did they say?”) but you only have a problem with it when people specify it as a pronoun for themselves because you’re a shitlord i fuckin guess.
It’s like she’s lost all sense of propriety and decorum but when Colin Bridgerton walks you to a hidden part of the garden and sticks his tongue down your throat - all good sense flies out the proverbial window. They were on a stone bench where she was laying on her back - his right hand between the back of her head and the cold unyielding stone. Her hands were on his shoulders as he used his other hand beside her head and one of his knees between her legs to keep his weight off of her.
They’ve been engaged less than a week and they’ve already found that keeping away from each other was a monumental task.
They both groaned as he grounded his hips unto hers - Penelope gasped as he moved his lips towards her neck and licked and sucked it quite deliciously.
They were so immersed that they could only stop and look up to see a giggling Sophie and Benedict bursts from between two hedges and beside their hidden alcove with hands already in areas that were best explored in the bedroom.
Catching each others eyes in shock, dismay, and a little bit of embarrassment - the brothers stared mutely at his each other for a couples seconds. However, it was long enough for another pair of giggling voices to burst from the other pathway of the small haven.
With Kate’s back towards them and male hands on her derrière - Anthony popped up from where they could assume his mouth was otherwise occupied. His eyes caught both of his brothers and joined them in their rapidly reddening faces as they all looked at each other - eyes wide and mouths hanging at their predicament.
Within seconds everyone was looking away and rearranging themselves.
Each of the Bridgerton males cleared their throats and as if they were all giving their greetings for afternoon tea - they all took turns nodding to eachother.
“Brother” Anthony nodded to both Colin and Benedict.
“Brother”
“Brother” They both greeted back and to each other.
After an awkward pause - Benedict and Sophie took on a quiet retreat from whence they came. Anthony and Kate turning back to do the same only for the older man to turn around as if to give them a lecture on decorum. It was Colin’s raised eyebrow and mischievous eyes along with that devilish grin on his face that stopped him. His brother glancing between Anthony and Kate while raising his chin - his retort already formed in his throat. Anthony could only sigh as he he followed his wife’s tugging and left.
“Now where were we?” That was the last coherent sentence heard in that little alcove for a while.
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A/N = sorry not a writer but I hope you still enjoy it :) also *happy dance* Polin S3!
