Luke Thomspon And Yerin Ha For Netflix By Gavin Bond

like yall cannot be stupid enough to scream fuck israel all year (rightfully so) and then go happily vote for kamala and meme the fuck out of her like everybody did trump like she didn’t just get up on that debate stage and say israel has the right to blow the entire levant to smithereens, do notttttt piss me off

dair parallels (148/?)

Gossip Girl 4x11 // Gossip Girl 5x20

I feel like I'm just yapping into the void.

I feel like every time I come on here to post a snippet…it’s for a new WIP. 😭

all im saying is that anthony may not be good at reciting poetry, but theodore sharpe would be terrific at it. get that man on the stage reciting i am begging you. let me swoon god damn it.

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Bridgerton (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eloise Bridgerton/Theo Sharpe Characters: Eloise Bridgerton, Theo Sharpe, Simon Basset’s Father | Duke of Hastings, Lord Wetherby (Bridgerton), Lord Petri (Bridgerton), Anthony Bridgerton, Will Mondrich Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Pirate, Golden Age of Piracy Summary:

Eloise was no great pianoforte player. She had no skill in dancing. And, under no circumstance, was she ever allowed to sing. She lived her life in silence, until the Prince of Pirates and his crew attacked her brother’s port of Mayfair searching for a treasure none of them would ever reveal. Now, stolen from home, she must survive until she can escape the “Prince of Pirates” Captain Sharpe and finally live a life of freedom.

It would have been fun if someone wrote a fanfic that is a crossover between the movie Anastasia and Bridgerton.

Eloise Bridgerton is then anya/Anastasia, the last Bridgerton alive.

Theo Sharpe is Dimitri the skilled con artist who is also a feminist.

Footman John is Vladimir also a con artist that say he was duke before the war.

Of course it's the fic I was considering leaving in the drafts that gets over 50 likes overnight. 😭

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.”