Yeah I'm In The Maths Fandom But I Don't Really Engage With The Source Material As Much As I Used To,

ELOISE BRIDGERTON & THEO SHARPE

The "we'll suit" scene exemplifies this: in order to prove to Eloise that they are compatible, Phillip shows her that they are sexually compatible. He's conflating sexual chemistry with love, which is frustrating to read in a (supposed) romance story. I'm all for conflicts in stories, but they need to be resolved in a satisfying manner.

Re-Reading TSPWL

Thinking I might give it another go, maybe find the slightest hint of something worthwhile about it that could be used for Eloise's season.

Me throughout the re-read

"I hate Sir Phillip, I hate Sir Phillip, I hate Sir Phillip"

Guy starts off bad and then gets worse. Eloise slowly loses her soul and her spirit trying to accommodate him. Sir Phillip has to be one of the most selfish, lazy, loathsome characters I have ever read, and he doesn't get better, he doesn't improve, he doesn't actually do anything to be worthy of Eloise's love, he just gets coddled.

he delights that he's got a sex doll who takes care of his house and kids for hmi and he thinks that's love. He tells Eloise she isn't allowed to be unhappy in their marriage, despite the fact he ignores her all through the day except for when he wants sex, because he had it worse.

This is the conclusion by the way. This is them having their happily ever after. This is how the conflict is resolved. Phillip ordering Eloise to be happy, and Eloise feeling so guilty she agrees.

Kill Sir Phillip. Kill him with fire.

I swear to God if they keep Eloise with him in the show and he is anything like his book character, I'm throwing a shoe at my TV.

I successfully finished a 1000 word first draft of No. 1 Party Anthem!

Here's a snippet:

They lost track of time, then, arguing for the sake of arguing. “The two of you bicker like an old married couple,” Francesca would say, to which Eloise would rather eloquently respond, “Fuck you.”

SEVERANCE 2x10 - "Cold Harbor"

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The same crowd that gets on Eloise’s neck about being rich and privileged and unaware of how hard other people’s lives are is the same crowd that trashed her for spending time with Theo, seeing more of the world outside of the ton, learning more about women’s rights and the world around her and called her selfish for wanting more than to spend her life as a man’s trophy-on-a-shelf

Almost like you guys don’t actually want her to grow and expand her worldview, you’re just waiting for Scumbag Ph*lip to come and completely destroy her spirit and punish her for thinking she could possibly do more with her life than be a wife and mother

And what exactly was so selfish about her spending time with Theo? You guys love Benophie as if the class difference isn’t also a factor there

Tick-tock on the clock I pace down your block I broke my own heart 'cause you were too polite to do it (1/2)

Her. Song.

I hate it here so I will go to // Secret gardens in my mine // People need a key to get to // The only one is mine

god bless the dinosaur that died to make the fossil fuel that was treated to become petrol in the car that took claudia jessie's mom to the hospital to give birth to her

Lorelei

by Sylvia Plath

It is no moon to drown in: A full moon, river lapsing Black beneath bland mirror-sheen,

The blue water-mists dropping Scrim after scrim like fishnets Though fishermen are sleeping,

The massive castle turrets Doubling themselves in a glass All stillness. Yet these shapes float

Up toward me, troubling the face Of quiet. From the nadir They rise, their limbs ponderous

With richness, hair heavier Than sculptured marble. They sing Of a world more full and clear

Than can be. Sisters, your song Bears a burden too weighty For the whorled ear's listening

Here, in a well-steered country, Under a balanced ruler. Deranging by harmony

Beyond the mundane order, Your voices lay siege. You lodge On the pitched reefs of nightmare,

Promising sure harborage; By day, descant from borders Of hebetude, from the ledge

Also of high windows. Worse Even than your maddening Song, your silence. At the source

Of your ice-hearted calling -- Drunkenness of the great depths. O river, I see drifting

Deep in your flux of silver Those great goddesses of peace. Stone, stone, ferry me down there.