#Penelope Thompson

[thewanderer-000]

Grandpa

Music Sunday

Tagged by @cassietrn @cloudofbutterflies92 @carlosoliveiraa @simplegenius042 I can't remember who has tagged me in a music thing, this was something I wrote that had music kinda involved. My severe ADHD itdn't focused at the moment lol or hasn't been focused for a long while, actually it's a bit of a roller-coaster in the creative department lol

Deputy Penelope Thompson sat tying her shoe getting ready to leave after her one of her many flings with Jacob. Penelope couldn't help it but hum the song she had stuck in her head, Jacob looked at her wondering what was the song. It sounded familiar but he couldn't place it for the life of him, definitely wasn't something he's heard in long, long time.

"Did daddies really never go away?

Whoa, whoa, grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days

Whoa, whoa, grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days" Penelope sang as she fastened her bullet proof vest, she heard me roll on to my side to hear her better.

"Hm, what is that?" I asked, Penelope looked confused like she forgot what she was singing. She pulled a t-shirt over covering her vest, Pen looked around my office room like she'd find the name here. Cute, she's kinda forgetful.

"I don't remember the name but the tune and some lyrics are in my head at the moment" she says have finally given up on remembering the song and artist.

"Pen, you know you looked cute trying to find the answer in this room, still waking up angel" I tease, she gave an eye roll and turned away.

"Whatever, big talk from a man sitting naked in bed still" I swat at her ass, Penelope giggled, I pulled her by the pants pocket to sit on my bed.

"How about you sing more of that song, well, what you remember?" She looked at me annoyed but also like she was trying to focus on the lyrics.

"Uh, that's all I remember, unfortunately" Penelope assured me with a little smirk on her lips, lips that I wanted to kiss, so I did. She immediately pulled away.

"I have to go, Eli has me busy with the resistance, remember" I gather her in my arms and nod no as I continue to keep her.

"Mmm, Jacob. Mmm-I, mm-have-to-mmm-Ja-" I have her on my lap and she doesn't try to leave again, I have her where I want. Til she pulled away quickly with a little excited look on her face as she nestled into me.

"Hey, what-"

"It's a Judds song, uh- Grandpa! You don'tknow how long that was plaguing me not remembering the artist and song" she said happily, relief on her face.

"Do you fall in love and stay?" I sing remembering that one part of the song, Penelope rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Shut up. You're cute, you know that?" She giggled and kissed my forehead and tried to leave again.

"Not happening. I worked so hard and come to find out I had time to lay back for a day or so you are staying here" I say holding her to me, she laughed and lay against me.

"Oh, well if that's how I get a naked Jacob why not say sooner" she said slipping her hands under her clothes to take off her bullet proof vest. I let her then she got it off and tossed it away, and got comfortable with me.

"Hm, you like this old naked bod?" I question, Penelope softly smacked my arm, and made a noise that I chuckled at.

"Don't say a derogatory word about my babe" she said and looked at me with little angry eyes, and I laughed at her cute face.

"You're sweet on me, I think too long in this shit pit of a bunker may have warped your lovely brain there darlin'" I teased, and she bite me but it was hot, so I slap her beautiful butt, she stopped to laugh.

"I don't think so" she just kissed my face a moment and lay back down, cuddling me, enjoying our time together.

"But I do have to go get someone to cover my shift if I'm going to be here with you, instead of occupying the shooting range" I sigh but smile and release Penelope, but not before trying to keep her on top of me. She kisses my forehead, her hands holding me still and then push me into the bed as she jumps off me.

"I'll be back Big Daddy Jake Cakes" Penelope says casually before she leaves my room making my face & ears hot and beet red. This woman will be the death of me, but I can't wait for her to get back.

[alexa-crowe]

#nerds (affectionate)

[mrsbridgerton]

the bridgertons (mainly benedict) being confused with colin’s appearance (“glow up”)

[redsandsshoes]

This was really important to me specifically

[dailybridgerton]

BRIDGERTON (2020—) 1x06 'Swish' // 2x02 'Off to the Races'

[bunnykaye]

💙Polin Week💛 day four | Pen Pals ↝  5 mentions of Polin exchanging letters to one another (in the show and in interviews) + 1 where the letters go unanswered

[doomed2repeat]

When I say Colin is the favorite brother I also mean this 😘

[anyyyyb]

SPOLER : Bridgerton SEASON 3 pt 2

sooo I just got a call from a friend in Ireland.

She works for a magazine that reviewed Bridgerton Season 3 there & she's given me ALL. THE. SPOILERS.

Skip, if you're not interested.

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I have no Idea how far down I have to go, so that spoilers aren't shown...

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Okay, let's hope I'm far enough!

So - we already knew that Pen is gonna accept Colin's proposal.

Eloise is gonna give an ultimatum -

Blah

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Colin finds out the truth about Whistledown at the end of EP6 - I think that was already common knowledge.

There's a HUGE. BLOWOUT!

buuuuut they "sorta" make up.

Anyway, the exciting thing I really wanted to share is - MICHAEL is MICHAELA!

So yeah, a few of us already suspected, but I have confirmation - They genderbent Michael.

Also NO Sophie in this one. But Ben indicate hell try & be there next season.

Also Bi-Ben confirmed. Y'all will see.

Also - A lot of out faves are gonna get it.

People are gonna be unhappy.

Imma keep more to myself for now & hope my friend can produce some viewing material ♡

But I just wanted to share -> Female Michael. How are we feeling?!

[flamedork]

watch a wallflower bloom | S1

[didanagy]

BRIDGERTON SEASON 3 TRAILER (2024)

[renegadesstuff]

Bridgerton Season 2 Bloopers ❤️

[thewanderer-000]

Right here, right now(18+ and up) WIP

Tagged by the creative @cassietrn

Minors DNI.

TW: Violence, Language, gore, seggual scenes

A sunrise slowly climbing over the mountains while a creature of the darkness sat looking at the horizon before laying to rest. The Whitetail Mountains were so cold this early, frost coated everything more than enough to give it sparkle in the morning light. A new beginning to a beautiful day or at least that's what under cover agent Scarlet Dawn (aka Penelope Thompson) thought as she was to secretly infiltrate Eden's Gate. Looking into the disappearance of her former lover and Training Officer that first went under cover here. Lord knows what happened to him, she wasn't expecting to find him alive since his communication went dark weeks ago. And the agent that went looking for him also went missing, well ended up dying from a cliff accident or pushed, possibly murder.

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A long hike from one clue to another possibility was tiring on a count of this being larger than it should and everything going ass up. Tunnels heading out of Hope County were sealed, cultist take over, Deputies and the Sheriff were hostages except for Deputy Haig. Luckily for everyone she was there, even for Thompson some of the time. Though unbeknownst to Hope Country police department Thompson was on a mission even if it killed her. She played her role well, a civilian, a militias daughter, Scarlet Dawn.

"Miss Dawn, could you take the weaponry chest to the front, we gathered it from the Whitetails earlier and I really need to go to the restroom" a man said as he hot foot it to the restroom, I do what's asked of me. It's a bit lax when Jacob isn't here but when he's here and in a mood it's orderly and uniform. For the most part, I do my best to be away from him and his inner circle. I am cautious about being found out, eventually they will find out. And I'll have to leave town when they find me out, something is fishy here so maybe I'll end my search soon than I thought.

They are militant, I can't wait to go on patrol and go out to "Devils Drop", again, I hope I can get time to search thoroughly. I go through the motions till then, drills, inspection, and it's odd as usual. It was finally time, I about ran out, but my "superior" warned "I know you like it out there but careful, that Deputy Haig is out there". I'd dressed in regular clothes once far enough away, I walk and look for what I can but sometimes I felt eyes on me, even when I wasn't being recorded on Jacob Seed surveillance cameras. I walk and feel it, someone was following me, he was cautious but not so stealthy, I kept going waiting for his attack. I pretend to not notice as I take a break, then am grabbed with a chloroform rag in my face. I pull my concealed weapon and strike, he grunts and keeps hold on me then I'm weary as he applies more pressure. I am so close to falling unconscious, and see it's the one Deputy, Pratt, he is pulling out my stuff from my first aid. As I'm laying there feeling the whole world shifting back and forth.

"Shit, fucking bitch. Maybe Jacob was right about there being more to you huh, baby?" is the last thing I hear, I wake up possibly a while later on the Grandview Hotel floor. I remember finding a clue here and found out that civilians were possibly being thrown off a cliff known as "Devils Drop". I see no one was watching me and proceed to crawl away by the front desk, am cornered by Jacob Seed himself. He wouldn't there a moment where did he come from?

"Where do you think you're going?" he asks practically face to face, he's cool to the touch, his eyes are reading me and are dark in way that's frightening me. I try to move away from him but he growls in a way that isn't human, the chloroform has wore off enough that I smelled blood on the air. I don't know what to do at this point I assume I'm to die without knowing what happened to my former TO, Johnny Linder.

"I'll give you a chance to tell me what you were up to, before I deal with you. Now spill, TJ" I didn't realize it till now but I had tears running down my face, I didn't want to give myself away. Though I felt my cover was completely blown at this point, I could lie though from the look of Jacob he'll make me talk.

"I was looking for my former TO-" he cuts me off before I could say anymore.

"And former lover. Continue" he says, I clear my throat and am confused how he knew that, obviously no lying can be done, he probably killed Johnny, made him talk then offed 'im.

"Mm' yeah, I uh- was suppose to only come get him or his remains, maybe part of me was overly ambitious-" he cut me off again.

"You know he's dead, but you wanted information to get the Fed's here and more, as revenge for ol' Johnny Linder or hes better known alias Robert Utah" Jacob said as he pushed me back then stood up and looked at me as I quickly sat against the corner, he chuckled at his sick thoughts.

"Pratt may have over done it, you look wobbly and pitiful yet scared" Jacob said as he growled a low rumble, a smile on his face.

"And you're a fucking murderous hill billy monster fuck fa-" he is at me faster than I could blink, he's looking at me real good, his big hand gripping at my neck his expression is intrigued. He pulled me up to a stand, I yelped at his rough handling and my hair snagged on a something. He didn't care,

"Oo, you're so tough underneath it all, until I hurt your soft skin, huh? You won't be in pain for long, the others didn't know about you or Linder but I'll be the only one who knows" I'm silenced, I smell cold, dirt, blood, magnolias and Johnny? I look at Jacob hoping some weirdo knocked me unconscious and I was having some horrible nightmare but I wasn't, it's real. I'm confused how this strange cultist smells like Johnny and magnolias? This is too absurd, I assume I'm to die now, my life'll flash before my eyes soon.

"Fuck" I sigh as I close my eyes and remember a better time before all this, I'm just going to have to accept death. A sparkly memory comes to mind, after an under cover mission together, Johnny invited me to a wedding and we snuck away after and made love under a magnolia tree. I'm afraid but something was arousing desire in me, I opened my eyes once a new sensation overwhelmed me now, shock and wetness in a very noticeable place on my pants. Jacob isn't choking me anymore but his mouth is at my neck, I'm wrapped around him, grinding onto him. I stopped and he looked at me confused my blood on his mouth and fangs, I quickly elbow him hard in the neck and jumped off and ran out the back. I could hear Jacob laugh as I turn to run to the nearest trees but am immediately whacked unconscious. I wake up tied to a bed in a cabin, I try to yank myself free, this couldn't be happening. But my body hurt my head throbbed like a hangover.

"Hello, Penelope, I punished Pratt for hitting you a little too hard, I couldn't wait for you to wake so I went through your stuff" Jacob said with familiarly that I didn't like, I also didn't like that he went through my things. I noticed a pair of my panties sticking out of Jacobs pocket, but I look at his mouth, fuck the panties, this man is a monster or other. I watch intently.

"You have fangs, you were drinking my blood-" but I couldn't finish what I was going to say, my brain was remembering memories in my mind that I never experienced, I felt unease wash over me in heavy waves. I couldn't make sense of it all, Jacob looked at me curiously like I was a specimen. My head spun and nausea sat in me like weights, I'm doing my best to get a handle on this overwhelming sense of dread. I let my head fall back on the bed feel dizzy, I can't move much but feel a slitting headache.

"You ok kid?" I looked at him then away, I couldn't explain it and I just blanked out, and woke up to Jacob sitting by me on the bed my restraints undone I quickly try to go. Then a wave of dizziness pushed me back in bed, Jacob just looked at me perplexed.

"What'd you do to me" I moan in pain and anguish, the feelings, sensations and emotions I was feeling made me realize that I wasn't leaving anytime soon. Even if I wanted too.

"Well, you have to tell me what you are experiencing, or I won't know what happened to you, not that I could explain it. I've never had this happen before but I then again a meal hasn't got away from me before" I stared daggers at him but it softened, why did I botch his feeding, I come to realize he could finish it.

"You could, finish it, I mean. Finish what you started, here, I don't- I don't want to be here and keep experiencing this. Please don't let me suffer any longer, please, please, please" he watched me cry at him and exposing my neck, he just held me to him in a way that was too familiar, like how Johnny held me. I clung to Jacob, wanting him to make it all stop, wanting to hold on to him till he does.

'I couldn't live long like this, I wished to see her again even if it was for a second but being life long bed ridden from a bullet wasn't my future. Granted I was here to gather information about the Project at Eden's Gate and the disappearance of particular missing persons maybe I got in too deep. I asked Jacob to end it, I couldn't stay like this, I didn't want to. The thought of trying was sickening. Luckily the man agreed and like that am in a memory of Penelope and I, it's a better time-'

"You helped him die? Why won't you help me?" I choke out the sob and I want Jacob to kill me, I don't think he knows what happened or what he did to me. Suddenly I feel a poke and a cool sensation where I was stuck, I just stayed and let the sedative work. I had more experiences of many lives in their best and worst moments and other unsavory bits till they lessened in my sedated slumber.

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Jacob observed his unfortunate specimen, he wasn't expecting her to wake from his feeding or her knowing how Johnny died. She didn't specifically say but he knew just from the look on her face, but he had questions, for now he'd watch her some more. So many things could have contributed to their situation, he wrote in his notes and checked her vitals and took a few vials of blood then put a small IV in her to make up for drawing blood and drinking her blood. Jacob had Pratt take the vials to the medical labs for testing, and said for them to send the results in a sealed envelope. He waited for Penelope to wake up, checking his watch every now and then timing her breathing. Soon she starts to stir, he remembered her tell signs from Johnnys memories, he watches intently. Memories from Johnny littered his mind. She rolled over looking away from Jacob like she knew he was there, he took some offense to that and gave a stern glint of his eyes.

"You royally fuck up this time?" Penelope asked, a bit of malice in the question, but she was right I didn't ever devour two lovers in close time much less same year. I almost forgot and now I remember, it happened the first time a couple years back, maybe almost a year since being turned. I was learning to control my hunger, so as not to practically crush their necks causing their immediate death. I look at Penelope wondering if am doing right by studying her, or should I have just crushed her neck instead trying to enjoy what she and Johnny had. The pleasure and the feeding is another high, with all my past feedings, nothing came close, and it was so fast then I hadn't enough control of my hunger. I was almost not going to say but I decided to tell her what I thought she could handle for now.

"That. And you're intriguing to me, I don't understand it, why what happened, happened. I have to look more into it, I've a theory but I need to test it before I come to a conclusion" I see and feel her tension before Penelope can act am infront of her in a blink, she flinched reality setting in that I'm not putting up with her.

"Just kill me" Penelope pleaded.

"Oh don't start that again, sleep and stay asleep for a few hours" I command with disgust and disdain, then I call Pratt at the secluded cabin with more needles and clothes for my lovely specimen. When I'm not with her I want her in restraints and sedated till I find out more about this situation and her lab results. Or have her past the point of wanting to die and cooperate with my curiosity.

A two days later.

"I don't get it, you think I lost my mind trying to figure this out" I jest at my guest as she lay there on the couch, feet in my lap, my eyes feeding into every little move. Maybe she was right, I was feeding the part of Johnny that missed and wanted his ex. She was feeding her own wants too, Penelope wouldn't admit it but maybe she was actually starting to like me. I only held memories what it was like with them and it was fueling my hunger or a hunger.

"But- I hate to get heavy. How did Johnny die?" Penelope asked and sat up after moving her legs off the couch and looked at me earnestly. I knew her sweet on me act was leading up to this but I thought I wouldn't have to retell it, yet.

"We spent a lot of time going through the Whitetail Mountains, he was former military, of course. Almost same time as me, actually. I knew Johnny was here to infiltrate, I let him. He grew on me, I just thought he'd be like a brother I could keep with me after I drained him. I just wasn't aware that you'd jump on his assignment" Penelope looked on anxiety making her smell delicious. She swallow back her anxiety and nodded for me to continue with what had happened. I focus, but I took a moment to view that neck.

"We come across a squabble with some our own and the resistance, nothing unusual, but one guy was heated he wouldn't let up and Johnny was covering me. I should have covered him, if I got shot I'd been fine but Johnny jumped in. We rushed him to triage and got someone to do their best so a doctor could work on him. He got the help and John took care of the bill and all that, doctor said he was paralyzed from the neck down. Nothing was going to help, I thought about turning him. He just wanted to come back then he finally asked what I was, he said he seen me break the guys arms who got him. I told him, he asked if I could end him, he didn't want to become like me, I tried talking him into doing it but you know Johnny. We talked for days then he asked to be cremated, gave me permission to drain him. He said your name as he passed" Penelope now was breathing a calm breath through a heavy sob, hand to her heart. That was just Johnny.

"Damn it. Is it possible that I knew how he felt? Because I feel it and- and I think you can, or felt that as well?" I did and it was odd facing this with a victim and knowing her like this, why'd I have this power, kinda useless for a murdering vampire to feel this. A time like this and I'd rather be human again, having started this as a human was easier but with this woman, now. I felt a sense of humanity and more complex, had I known Johnny had these feelings for her I'd not drained him and just not dealt with this. I think this but am feeling Johnny's attraction, and thinking on how they do what lover would do. Also thinking how I could initiate something with her maybe, they had such close passionate intercourse, I shouldn't but I wanted to feel it too, wanted to feel her too.

'Focus, damnit', I should have taken up what's her faces offer but I don't think it'd matter if I did as I sat by Penelope. All I wanted was to bring her close and kiss her and lay back to let her sleep on my chest. I look out the window and mentally name what I seen out there, just get my mind out of the wanting and needing. I didn't have time for that or maybe I could do it later if Penelope wanted to. Wishful thinking.

"You look distracted, maybe we could do this another time" Penelope said obviously feeling tension not only did I want deep inside her in many ways. I also wanted to bite and have her blood all over her as we fuck, maybe rip her apart when I cum. The thought of her last breath and that familiar squelch of flesh made my dick twitch. I also wanted to kiss her for hours, have her cut me open, use my blood for lubrication as she fucked herself on my dick till I cum in both her pussy and ass or wounds. But she's human and that'd probably kill her if her blood is involved. My lack of soul was jumping between mutilating and abusing her and the Johnny part of wanting keep her safe and loved was going back and forth, up and down.

"Uh yeah, I better get-" I say kinda hesitantly. Penelope touched me on the shoulder and I felt a flutter in my stomach, fucking Johnny. That dark haired son of a bitch, he deeply loved her, wanted her to live a good life but she only followed him. I feel it stir, I doubt Johnny would approve but we were kinda giving into the sexual tension bit of this odd phenomenon. I shift in my seat to face her, give her the option and I watch her to get my go ahead.

"Jacob, you scare me and make me question the reality of this world, and the cultist thing is so fucking fucked-" she said but looked down in my lap and quickly looked up, I see and sense that she knows am feeling something, maybe it'll make her mad or maybe she feels the same. Knowing she knows makes my cock ach, she squirms a little in her seat and in a way that isn't helping our situation or my thought process.

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The two struggle to focus, the sadness of the moment shifted, spending too much time alone and Jacob was giving into Johnny and Penelope feelings. Penelope wasn't fairing any better with the same feelings, she was hoping it was just an odd paranormal phase. Something.

"C'mere baby" Jacob said I didn't hesitate and got on his lap, I immediately kiss him while his hands roamed and grope, it felt familiar but not with whom I was familiar with. Soon he pulled me so tight and close and moved me against his groin, he was so strong I could feel it as I touch and rub on his arms and shoulders. His kiss was strong too, I could only imagine how good it'd feel in other places besides my mouth, neck and shoulder. I pulled away for a moment to breathe, Jacob groaned and I felt a rumble in his chest that I had to tease little kisses on his face and kiss his neck. Just to cool off a bit but I knew they'd make him hotter, was that possible for a vampire. I suppose as I felt him plenty hard under me, I lick and kiss as he worked me against him. Our lovers baited breath, panting and his soft growls filled the little cabin, and that got me but then a surge of energy vibrated through Jacob.

"Did you fucking vibrate?" I asked surprised and amused, Jacob smiled and did it again, I giggled then felt unsure after a moment. He noticed and cupped my face to bring my lips to his, he kissed me softly at first. I'd say it was like Johnny but the way Jacob moved and kissed it was like he was trying take my soul through my mouth. I reciprocate till am panting helplessly, I smell a scent like blood as I'm held to Jacob, I hadn't realized that he was drinking my blood till now. I look at him and he pushes me back to look at me better with me on his fanged mouth. I see he ripped the shirt I was wearing and my bra was in view, the blood run down and stained my clothes.

"Jacob" I say only for him to rip the rest of my shirt off, am put on the couch and I push down my panties and leggings, Jacob ripped and pulled off his shirt and sweater. I was so impatient I was practically trying to rip off my bra, but am helped with a fast, steady vampire hand. His fanged kiss, licking and sucking along my body from my stomach to my breasts. I looked down to see blood where he kissed, he had bit me and I didn't feel it, but at this point I didn't care, it felt euphoric. He softly kiss me then went back to enjoying my blood, I could taste my blood and kind of enjoyed it. Jacob was at my left tit sucking blood from the bites then licking and lapping at the splatters. He switched to my right tit but engulfed it hungrily with a growl that made me sigh, fangs pricked my flesh I giggle at how cute it looked despite the blood and fangs.

"Hhf, Jacob!" I gasp and he's inside me so fast and working into me, the kisses on my body all feel wet from blood. We look into each others eyes, he has a glow about him with a bit blood dripping from his mouth, also smeared on 'im. Before I can even close my eyes Jacobs mouth is on my mouth and he's pulling me on him and he is thrusting in me, I moan in his mouth. I tighten 'round him as he uses me rougher, his mouth latched on harder, he growls while drinking my blood. I groaned and feel my legs shake, I feel myself getting weaker but it feels so good am softly moaning. He moves faster than I can react and feel myself squirting and I black out from blood loss.

"Oh fuck, Penelope. Wake up, Pratt hurry the fuck up and bring the blood bag. I almost drained you baby, come on focus angel" Jacob says trying to get me to regain consciousness, I feel so weak and dizzy but Jacob still smells like Johnny but a little less now.

"Ah Jacob, Jacob" is all I can muster, fastest sex but deadliest, Jacob kisses my bite wounds and licking them.

"You're probably going to be weak for a little while Pen but Pratt will get you more blood and food to get you back to normal. I'm sorry, I got lost in the moment and forgot I just needed a taste and not to drain you. Fuck was it amazing though, well, till you went unresponsive for a bit then I had to check your pulse.." I fall asleep.

"Shit, maybe I won't be fucking her like that again" I smile and lay back and fall asleep unfortunately but I try to stay awake.

[rebelcaptain4life]

I love how Anthony and Benedict acknowledge Colin's Bridgerton glow-up™️ in the trailer lol

[juju-or-anya]

It's hard not to find irony in the criticisms directed towards Eloise Bridgerton and the elevation of Penelope Featherington as a more genuine and hardworking figure in contrast with Eloise's supposed privileged circumstances and her discourse on feminism. Indeed, some voices have pointed out Eloise's feminism as something white and privileged, and while this is not without merit, it's akin to rediscovering what others have already noticed, akin to Christopher Columbus "discovering" America.

Understanding the context in which "Bridgerton" unfolds is essential. The series is set in Regency England, between 1813 and 1825. This historical period is marked by a highly stratified and conservative society, where women, especially those of the upper class, were relegated to traditional roles and lacked basic legal rights. In this context, any discussion of feminism must consider the unique limitations and challenges of the time.

It is true that Eloise Bridgerton, being part of a respected family in English nobility, embodies many of the characteristics associated with the white and privileged feminism of the time. However, this should not diminish the value of her role in advancing feminist ideas in her historical context. It is thanks to women like Eloise, who challenged social expectations and dared to question the status quo, that doors were opened for future, more inclusive feminist movements.

On the other hand, when analyzing Penelope Featherington's role in contrast with Eloise Bridgerton's, intriguing nuances worthy of a more detailed critical exploration are revealed. Although both come from upper-class families, Penelope's experiences differ significantly from Eloise's. In the society depicted in "Bridgerton," Penelope is portrayed as a more marginal figure, overshadowed by the prominence and glamour of the Bridgerton family. She is often seen in the background, struggling to find her place in a world where her social status does not put her at the center of attention.

Throughout the series, Penelope exhibits a distressing lack of empathy and solidarity towards other women. Instead of fostering unity and support among her peers, her writings are propelled by feelings of envy, resentment, and desires for revenge. Striking examples of this include her actions to publicly reveal Marina Thompson's pregnancy, intending to undermine her relationship with Colin Bridgerton, or defaming individuals such as Daphne, Edwina, and Kate Sharma, often with no apparent reason other than personal gain.

Penelope's behavior as Lady Whistledown sheds light on her complex nature and motivations. While it may represent an attempt to find her voice in a world dominated by more powerful figures, it also reveals a tendency towards manipulation and selfishness. Ultimately, her role as the mysterious chronicler is more than just a quest for identity; it is a reflection of the moral and ethical complexities underlying the society of "Bridgerton."

In summary, asserting that Penelope is more feminist and hardworking than Eloise due to her role as Lady Whistledown is, at best, simplistic and, at worst, deeply misleading. Both women, while privileged in their own right, have chosen different paths in life and have faced their own challenges. However, the narrative of Penelope as a morally superior and more genuinely hardworking figure should be questioned in light of her actions and motivations, which often reveal a lack of integrity and empathy towards her peers.

It's important to note that when Theo confronts Eloise, questioning her understanding of the real world and her privileged position, Eloise doesn't reject this criticism but uses it as a catalyst to seek greater understanding. Recognizing the validity of Theo's observation, Eloise actively seeks to broaden her horizons. She engages in conversations with Theo and John, seeking to break free from the bubble of privilege in which she has lived so far.

On the other hand, Penelope takes a different stance towards her own privileged position. Instead of acknowledging her situation and seeking to understand the realities of those less privileged, Penelope vehemently denies any suggestion that she also benefits from the system. Rather than accepting her position of privilege, she portrays herself as a victim, despite her actions suggesting otherwise. Ultimately, this divergence in attitudes between Eloise and Penelope highlights the complexity of individual perceptions of privilege and personal responsibility in an unequal world.

PS: The comment: "Penelope saved Eloise by writing that she hung out with radicals, she doesn't know what it's like to be grateful" is shit. Whose fucking fault is it that the Queen is on a crusade with torches and pitchforks, looking for blood and a rolling head? From Penelope because she doesn't know when to keep her hand still and stop writing, if it weren't for Penelope, the queen wouldn't think that Eloise is Lady Whistledown, Penelope wasn't looking to help Eloise, she was looking to save her skin.

[simplyalexeiofficial]

Penelope and Eloise (and Marina!) are such interesting characters who’s interpersonal situations are truly grey and I think that who’s “side” fans tend to lean toward really depends on whether or not they ascribe to the individual or the greater good.

For me, I obviously lean more towards Penelope’s perspective. This is because, as much as understand and sympathize with Eloise’s feelings of hurt and betrayal, I also see so many of her comments and actions as ignorant and willfully naive. She does things without fully thinking through the consequences, putting both herself and her family at risk. !BOOK SPOILER START! In her story, this is literally the cause of her marrying — she decides to run off ALONE to a man’s home whom she’s never actually met without telling her family, leaving herself stuck in the situation where she has to marry him not only to protect her own reputation but also that of her entire family. !BOOK SPOILER END!

Marina was very much the same in season 1. I sympathize with her perspective, and while I don’t think her actions were as naive as Eloise, I think that she was so focused on trying to grasp the best option for herself that she refused to acknowledge that by doing so she would absolutely ruin BOTH the Featherington’s and Bridgerton’s with a scandal much less recoverable for either family than the one penned by Whistledown.

Meanwhile, the reason that I agree more with Penelope over the others is precisely the reason anti-Penelope fans dislike her. She is fully knowledgeable about the potential consequences of her actions. She considers all of the angles and tries to find alternatives, and even her most controversial decisions are made with such tangible regret that we see her sobbing on screen multiple times, but they are decisions that she makes the way she does because they limit the damage to all parties involved as much as possible. Now, could she have done things differently if she thought bringing in someone to her secret was an option? Absolutely! But she didn’t think it was — something that, given what we see of her home environment and how her friendships are largely reliant on her supporting the other individual, makes sense for her character.

Anyway, all that is to say that I think people who tend to view these scenarios from the perspective of the individual also tend to agree with Eloise/Marina, where as those who tend to view from the perspective of the greater good also tend to agree with Penelope.

Philosophically speaking, neither perspective is “wrong”, but I don’t know that everyone contributing to the conversation fully understands that, which is where we get the black and white hot takes that blatantly attack these characters as awful people.

[iiilllsam]

who would’ve guessed that my first drawing of the year 2024 would be the bridgerton brothers 🐝