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i swear lesbianism just brings the freak out of her
One of my favorite parts of the switch up from Michael to Michaela is they lowkey took away the cheating aspect of it. Like, in the books, Francesca actually flirts with Michael while still with John.
Our Francesca would never ever do that. She was totally devoted to him.
The genderswap actually makes their story even more genuine. Yes, she immediately falls for Micki upon seeing her but she has zero clue what these feelings mean and she doesn't act on them.
While Michaela is a much kinder person than Michael. She loves John and would never do anything to actively hurt him. Even though baby girl is a flirt and she doesn't know how to turn it off but she does know how to tone it down out of respect. The moment her feelings for Fran got too big, she literally dipped even though doing so broke her own heart and shattered Francesca's into a million pieces.
I truly hope the shows how much she grieved for Micki as well as John. How everyone tried to help her put the pieces back together only for her to undo their progress with an outburst or silence.
This change up is far more complex and beautiful. Two women navigating love, loss and societal stigmas is much better story than a guy who seduces his cousin's wife and threatens her with impregnation if they don't get married.
The intimacy coordinator btw...
like brother like sister
Oh frannie your aching forbidden love season is coming you little homosexual.
hannah dodd as francesca bridgerton the lovergirl 🥺 BRIDGERTON (2026: season four)
You don't understand what they mean to me🥺 I just know they'll eat their season up! And for everyone who claims they won't watch, I'll watch it double and then some 🥹🥹
living for this bts content 🙏🏻
idk what we’ll actually see in canon but the idea of francesca losing control, in any way, because of michaela is soooo good, that woman derails her
francesca is known to her family and the viewers as being almost perfect, she’s composed and neat and everything that’s expected of a woman in her society, sure she’s from an extremely privileged family, but by all accounts she’s… boring, calm and collected, chosing a good but not very interesting husband within the expected rank, not a big role in her family, not the most or least loved, she’s just… there, she has trouble understanding people but does well enough, doesn’t raise her voice or argue much even when she disagrees
but then michaela enters her life and that composure is derailed, michaela and francesca have had two scenes together and we’ve already seen frannie do things we’re not used to, she has to gulp and catch her breath and really work to remain in control, this just happens when they exchange two sentences together, literally
imagine what will happen when michaela touches her, says something she’s not supposed to say, comes a little too close, the neat, composed perfect child will unravel, she will get angry, upset, she’ll blush and stutter and scream and lose control
she’ll feel extreme highs and lows for the first time in her life and she won’t understand, her family won’t understand and wonder why francesca of all people is losing it, but one day francesca will get it and that process will be such a satisfying watch
having a quiet life is so.. underrated. i don’t mean it in the sense that people who’re open and loud and busy aren’t important, but when our culture has significantly put so much emphasis on the definition of success as fame, extraordinary accomplishments, greatness and importance and excessive wealth, i think there is so much power to be found in our own anonymity. in the silence of life. in not being constantly perceived, analyzed and performing for the world. in being able to take a walk, smile at strangers and just notice the world without all that noise. taking the biggest pleasure out of the smallest joys, like a cup of coffee or blowing out birthday candles. knowing that our lives don’t have to be a grand spectacle for others in order to have worth and cause a good impact.
Hey wouldn’t it be crazy if we just *falls in love with you in every timeline, known and unknown, in and out of bodies we have come to recognize, in places both mundane and not to be traversed, and is bound to find you in every walk of life we take*
Am I dreaming?! Is this real life?!!!! Did..did we finally get a win!
CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW THEY’RE GOING TO BE WHEN THEY REUNITE?!
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Summer 1983
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The summer night Clarke met Lexa was hot and syrupy, with sunlight streaming in thick buttery ribbons through the dappled olive trees that dotted the Griffin’s family villa. Clarke had boarded the hours-long flight with her parents every May for as long as she could remember, spending their summers in the northern tip of Italy so that her father could spend the long days studying languages and history and archeology, so far from their home outside of Boston. Clarke and Abby good-naturedly came along for the months in the sun, surrounded by the heavily laden fruit trees and long hot days. Abby was able to spend the long months away from her co-owned medical practice due to her senior standing, Clarke afforded flexibility through her private school leniency and natural ability to excel despite missing the last month of school since she could walk.
Clarke and Raven had been sitting on the edge of the warm terracotta roof, legs swinging idly over the edge of the gutters as a shiny green car pulled up to the front of the house, gravel spattering beneath its wheels. Clarke and Raven exchanged a long-suffering glance as the car slowed, and then stopped, a shadowy figure peering out of the back window with their face obscured by the hot sum beaming onto the glass. Raven, Clarke’s summer friend of many years, had watched with half-baked amusement every summer as another wide-eyed young Ph.D. student had climbed out of similar hired cars, mouths agape and eyes shining as they drank in the sight of the imposing villa, ready to spend their summer soaking in the Italian sunshine and collaborating with Mr. Griffin on a variety of archeological subjects of varying degrees of vague interest to Clarke.
Clarke turned to Raven, prepared to make another joke about spending another summer listening to the pretentious drivel of yet another soggy white man when the car door opened hesitantly, revealing the slender ankle of someone who was most definitely not a man. A slim hand rose to shield light green eyes as the woman tilted her head up to gaze at the villa, shiny brown hair glimmering over a freckled dotted shoulder. Jake and Abby burst from the battered wooden door hand in hand, the mystery woman revealing a perfect set of white teeth as she set down a small suitcase to warmly shake their hands. The three then head into the cool tiled interior of the villa, her bag in Jake’s right hand as he ushers her in.
A quiet cackle burst from Raven’s mouth as she observed the slightly vacant expression on Clarke’s face as she greedily drank in the sight of her father’s newest protegee.
“Oh C, you are well and truly fucked.”
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reading smut in public without showing an ounce of emotion like the lady that I am