LGBridgerTonQA Week 2024
It's that time of year again - happy pride, Bridgerton fandom!
We invite you to join us from JULY 7TH - 13TH 2024, to celebrate all queer Bridgerton content, canon or not. For the third year in a row, all week long on our twitter we will be posting queer headcanons, fics, edits and art about all of our favourite Bridgerton characters, as well as posting fun activities for you to all join in the fun - and we would love nothing more than for you to be a part of it. Any creativity is welcome!
As part of our introduction to our theme this year, we received help in the following mysterious letter from Sir Philip Crane...
We invite you this year to be inspired by the language of love through flowers! And if you're looking for some inspiration through prompts, look no further: below is our daily schedule for characters, tropes, songs, themes, and most importantly flowers, to help inspire you to get involved somehow.
These are all obviously just a guide or a starting off point for anything you might want to create. If any characters you want to create something for aren’t featured, or you want to use a theme for a character on a different day - don’t let that limit you! Post as and when you please - just be sure to let us know with a tag or link of some kind so we can boost you!
Come join us in the garden - love is in bloom!
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Judgement
Eloise didn't think much of modelling.
"You have a Philosophy degree! I know there is something behind that pretty face," Eloise laughed.
"Aww, you think I'm pretty," Edwina teased, planting an exaggerated kiss on her cheek that the other girl wiped off. Her lip gloss left a mark, as always.
After making their hot chocolate, Edwina widened her eyes and stared at her.
"Edie, I have a deadline." Eloise said, feeling her friend staring into the side of her head.
"Come with me to my shoot tomorrow," Edwina asked, "And I will prove to you not all models are airheads. A lot of us care about the world and want to champion causes. We have a platform to do so. It could be a editorial!"
"Fine." Eloise sighed and she squealed, clapping her hands and then texting rapidly.
There was a chaos of clothes, people and racks at the studio in Greenwich.
Edwina was whisked away the moment she entered by a kind team of hair and makeup artists.
"We're going with the Chanel today and the Saab gown. Keep it all light and simple, let Edwina do her work." The photographer was ordering as lights were being switched on and tested.
Eloise stood to the side, taking pictures and videos, rather surprised at how much work it took to get a shoot together. She would admit to believing her friend turned up and pouted for a camera, promoting unhealthy beauty standards.
But she had a choice in everything she wore, always wanting to pay homage to her heritige with gold jewelry choices.
"Edwina!" The editor in chief of British Vogue, Charlotte greeted her enthusiastically, the two air kissing to avoid messing with Edwina's make up. She glanced to Eloise, confused.
"My friend, Eloise Bridgerton." Edwina introduced proudly, "I'm trying to get her to see my job as something positive."
"Miss Bridgerton," Charlotte greeted, "We tried to comission a piece from you. You rejected us."
"I did." Eloise stated firmly.
"Theodora is taking care of you today, dear! She's back from Paris, radical beast." Charlotte tutted, making Edwina laugh. She gave Eloise one last side eye.
"Theo!" Edwina squealed happily, opening her arms for a hug.
Eloise had thought Theo was a guy based on how Edwina talked about them. But not a petite brunette with pink highlights, a bulky camera hanging on her shoulder. She reminded Eloise of a pixie, especially with her doe eyes that were full of mischief as she and Edwina caught up.
"I missed you. But I have a few books for you," Theo said, once released from the hug, "Broke up with Sadie - I called her dad a capitalist cunt."
"Is he?" Edwina asked.
"Oh yeah." Theo confirmed. She did a double take before looking at Eloise. She smirked, "Did you bring me a rebound?"
Eloise blushed, "Excuse me?"
"Theo, this is Eloise."
"Ah, Eloise Bridgerton - the girl who hates models,"
Eloise sputtered, "I don't hate models! I just-"
"Think we're all airheaded monsters?" Edwina teased.
"I did like that piece you wrote in the Times on the lack of class mobility in the last decade." Theo said, "Interesting sympathetics from a toff."
"I'm not a toff," Eloise said defensively.
"You're a Bridgerton. Lean into it!" Edwina giggled.
"I won't hold it against you," Theo promised, holding up their hands up in defense, "Even though you get more time to write than I would thanks to that padded bank account."
"You're a writer?"
"And a model. And photographer." Theo listed, "Not all of us have trust funds to fall back on so we can scorn those who work. Ed, babe, up in five. Nice to meet you Eloise."
Eloise glared at Theo's back, a feeling of frustration bubbling in her chest.
"I can't believe you're friends with her." Eloise scoffed.
"Theo's great!" Edwina said, putting on her heels.
"She just said my wealth meant I got lucky," Eloise said, "I mean, chip on her shoulder much?"
"Well, we both grew up with single mums, owe a lot to the British government in student loans," Edwina hummed, taking a brush and powdering her nose that had begun to shine, "Question is why am I friends with you?"
"Because I'm an amazing friend and flatmate who lets you keep all of the stray cats?"
"Very true."
As Edwina worked, Eloise watched on, making notes of the supportive environment of the shoot.
Then she heard a click and turned around to see Theo with her camera.
"Must you?' Eloise asked, annoyed.
Theo teasingly took her picture again, "Perhaps you should try to be less judgy. Gay community has enough judges."
"I just don't like an industry that measures a woman's worth based on how she looks." Eloise said, "Edwina is stunning, yes but-"
"And she also reads philosophy and this job allows her to stay out of debt, trust fund baby," Theo said, "And I hate to break it to you, but we all judge based on looks."
Theo stepped closer to her and she inhaled, "I think you're pretty but you need a serious reality check."
"Well, I think you are..." Eloise began defensively, her cheeks warm. She stuttered, unable to formulate a response.
Theo bit her lip, pleased with herself, "Let me know when you figure out what I am."
The shoot was soon over and Edwina was back in her comfy clothes.
"Want to grab dinner?" Edwina asked, hooking her arm into hers, "I really want a burger and milkshake!"
"Sounds good." Eloise hummed.
Edwina looked at her strangely, "No snarky comment or eating jokes? Have you changed your mind?"
"Perhaps I misjudged," Eloise admitted hesitantly, making her smile excitedly, "Shut up."
"Did Theo help you see a different side?"
"Shut up,"
"Never."
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The pure chaos and Bridgerton dumbassery of Anthony walking in on Eloise making out with Cressida is just comedic gold waiting to happen like,
Anthony: You will marry her!
Cressida: Yes, well unfortunately I cannot do so.
Anthony: Have you no shame, Miss Cowper? You have defiled my sister! She is ruined!
Cressida: And I would be happy to make right by her. However—
Anthony: No excuses! You will marry her or we will deul at dawn!
Benedict: Is it not ungentlemanly to deul a young lady?
Anthony: …yes well… you will marry her or… or Kate will deul you at dawn!
Kate: I’m not doing that.
Anthony: Babe, please.
Kate: You’re an imbecile.
Anthony: Fine. Colin will duel Miss Cowper.
Colin: Why must I be the ungentlemanly one?
Anthony: Because someone must!
Daphne: Someone must what?
Benedict: Deul Miss Cowper.
Daphne: Whyever would one of you need to deul Miss Cowper?
Anthony: Because I caught her in the act of defiling our sister!
Daphne: Right… well passion can sometimes get the best of us when we are in love. As long as Miss Cowper does the honourable thing and marries Eloise—
Anthony: She is refusing!
Francesca: Why would you refuse? You both seem so in love.
Cressida: I am not refusing! I am merely confused regarding how exactly I am supposed to—
Daphne: Worry not, brother. I will handle this. *cracking her knuckles* You will marry her or come the dawn our pistols meet and you will take your final breath in the presence of my gleeful victory.
Everyone: …
Benedict: Is anyone else suddenly very afraid of Daphne?
Hyacinth: Cressida and Eloise will make the most beautiful children.
Gregory: Do you think if I ask they’ll name one after me?
Meanwhile
John: Should we maybe… intervene?
Simon: Of course not. When it comes to the Bridgertons it is every man or woman for themselves.
Kate: She must learn to stand on her own. She’ll never survive this family otherwise.
Penelope: Survive this family? Do you actually believe they’ll make it to the wedding before realising two women are unable to wed?
Kate: No. But when love is involved the Bridgertons will find a way and love most certainly is. I called this six months ago.
Simon: Agreed. Though if they are to marry someone must first hunt down Eloise.
John: What are you talking about she's right… where the hell did she go?
Penelope: Oh she’s long gone. She snuck out as soon as Anthony brought up marriage.
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