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(Updated: 4/21/26) I figured this would be a better way of linking to things people might be looking for as well as an intro/FYI. (Let me know if any of the links are bad or if Tumblr app/desktop does something weird with this RIP!)

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CCF's WLW Bridgerton Watch Guide (Work in Progress)

So you’ve never watched Bridgerton, but you want to watch S5 for the sapphic love story…

Or: So you wanna watch these two dorks fall in love… and stuff…

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CCF Fanfiction

(a scene from) Reason with the Clouds Up Above Rating: General Audiences/Everyone

"I know I am the source, but if there is anything I can do to ease the distress I have cause—"A brief, bitter laugh escapes Francesca, but it loses momentum halfway through and turns into a halted sob. "You could have stayed like you said you would." Or: Michaela has been gone for 3 years and returns to Mayfair, but her first stop is Bridgerton House.

Read on Tumblr

Related posts about the full fic via the tag: #fic: reason with the clouds

Read on AO3 (Not posted there yet)

Childhood Enemies AU Rating: General Audiences/Everyone (for now)

How it started

Related posts via the tag: #childhood enemies au

#Headcanon & #Drabbles

"I want them to talk" (Rating: Mature) - i don’t want or need a full conversation in the bedroom, but there is something so incredibly safe and erotic about [. . .] women seeking pleasure and demanding it from a willing and enthusiastic partner intent on providing.

Michaela's sequins and Francesca's fabric preferences

A bath in Kilmartin, a scene (Rating: Mature)

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CCF's Franchaela Thoughts

#CCF Overanalyzes Analysis of scenes, close readings, reflections, etc. 🤓

"Chemistry" through a queer lens

On Michaela sitting on the floor

Opinions & Season 5 Wish List 😍 (specifics below:)

Lesbian vs. Bisexual Francesca

Social Media Hate

Thank you, my lovely friend <3

Jamie really should’ve stayed at Roy’s, but he had wanted to sleep in his own bed and pretend the night had never happened. Pretend that his Dad hadn’t shown up and shined a spotlight onto his broken soul in front of everyone, but then he showed up again and shattered both his peace and his hand with one stomp of a boot. Now, instead of sleeping in Roy or a teammate’s lush guest room, he was sitting in an A&E waiting room alone, his hat pulled down low, hoping no one recognised him, an ice pack held on his throbbing hand.  Just as Jamie was beginning to think his night couldn’t get any worse, Roy fucking Kent walked in. He really was here, there, and every-fucking-where, weren’t he? Jamie slumped lower in his chair, good hand to the brim of his hat, attempting to block his face. How had Roy known he was here?