Come On Bridgerton.

oh yes both reached for the gun (but the gun being mainly theloise bc i’m still upset with what pen did to them)

WIPs are still works in progress even if no progress has been made on them for a while.

I need to be as clear as possible that I’m not being smug or saying I told you so when I say this, but what every solidly pro-Palestinian analyzing the Harris campaign said would happen in Michigan happened. I’ve been saying it for months. She completely alienated her voter base of Arabs and Muslims in Michigan, dismissed them at every turn, communicated that they didn’t matter to her, and she still expected them to line up enthusiastically to vote for her. This was entirely avoidable if she’d made even token efforts to gain their support instead of openly disregarding them

Theloise: 2x07

This scene occurs the morning after Anthony's "failed nuptials"...and also the morning after Eloise confessed her feelings to Theo and he set aside books for her to "share her thoughts on". I can't help but wonder if the book she's reading here is one of the books he set aside for her?

This scene follows immediately after, and it's obvious she's on her way to meet Theo (my girl's practically skipping lol). Perhaps she wanted to meet Theo and "share her thoughts" on the book she was reading? The book that he gave her?

Gentleman Suitor: Would you like to get lunch together today?

Eloise, standing right in front of him: I really wish I could, but I’m currently out of town.

Theloise Hunger Games AU

(aka: Born To Die)

The forest around her was still, holding its breath as she lined up her shot, the tree standing strong and silent before her. She inhaled deeply, her senses sharpening—the crisp scent of pine, the gentle rustle of leaves, the distant call of a bird. She drew back the string, focusing intently, when—

“Eloise Bridgerton.”

Eloise cursed under her breath as her arrow flew through the air, a flash of wood and feathers, before piercing the bark of her intended target.

The forest seemed to exhale around her.

“Go on, then,” she said, turning to face her brother. “Chastise me.”

It's always "hey, what's up" over dms and never: "I’ve read all of these and…I set them aside for you. I thought perhaps you might share your thoughts on them."

uni work is getting too hectic so I am reading the manuscript by @pendale for the sixth time because I need some theloise sweetness (ft. taylor swift references) to get me through this

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56583706/chapters/143815720

I dont know what to say other than I read @pendale 's titanic au drabble like an hour ago (go read that if you havent) and then furiously wrote this.

"James Cameron is full of shit," Eloise says as the screen fades to black and the credits begin to roll. "I still say they both could have fit."

"Not this again," Theo laughs, half out of desperation, and half actual humor. He pinches the bridge of nose. "For the last time, El, it's about the bouyancy, not how much space they had to occupy."

Eloise smirks, popping a piece of popcorn in her month. To the victor goes the spoils, she thinks. It's become much, much too easy, lulling Theo into an argument like this. Most of their movie nights end up following a similar route.

"All they had to do was tie Rose's lifejacket-"

"I swear to God, if you bring up the Mythbusters thing again-"

She throws an M&M at her boyfriend's face, aiming for his forehead. He catches it in his mouth instead. She would be more annoyed about it, but it was an pretty impressive catch, so she gets her revenge by throwing herself at him and toppling them both down onto the couch cushions.

She settles on top of him, and Theo's arms wrap snugly around her waist as he peers up at her with a gaze so open that even after years of receiving it, it still sparks crackling electricity to erupt throughout her body.

(The same sensation she had had the first year of university watching him arrive in the middle of a lecture with the most endearing blush on his face before taking a seat next to her.)

"I don't think Jack and Rose were in the right frame of mind to have come up with such an elaborate plan," Theo tells her, "you know, with all the freezing to death and what not."

"Sucks to be them," Eloise says plainly. "I  would have thought of it."

"Of course you would have."

She sinks more fully onto him, pressing them further into the cushions. She'd called it payback for his teasing, but it's hardly a punishment. "I'm just saying, if I had a gorgeous peasant in front of me I wouldn't simply sit back and do nothing while they turn into a corpse."

"I don't know if I should be flattered you called me gorgeous, or offended you called me a peasant."

"Who said I was talking about you?" She raises a challenging eyebrow.

Theo laughs. "Well, you're too old for Leo Dicaprio, so I know you're not talking about him."

Eloise smooths her hands down his solid chest, appreciating the way his features get caught in the glow of the television. Something anchors itself in her ribcage, heart tied to this spot, this moment, this man. She holds no desire untether it. "I would have gotten us out alive," she says softly-- not a boast, but a declaration. "I would have saved you."

"I know you would have," Theo pulls her closer. "There's not a bone in my body that would ever cast doubt on you."

She shows her gratitude for such unwavering confidence by capturing his lips in a kiss-- slow and sweet, and without any emerging danger or impending doom to hurry them along. Theo’s fingers tease the hem of shirt, and her own take to their favored position of curling in his hair, and her opinion is only cemented further.

James Cameron and the freezing waters of the Atlantic Ocean be dammed. There's nothing in the world that could keep her from having this.