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fruitloopsforlife · 2 days ago
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ALICENT HIGHTOWER APPRECIATION WEEK 2024 ↳ Day 5: Parallels GAME OF THRONES — 7.07 "The Dragon and the Wolf" HOUSE OF THE DRAGON — 2.08 "The Queen Who Ever Was"
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fruitloopsforlife · 2 days ago
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Cover art for Anne of the Island by Ben Stahl
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fruitloopsforlife · 2 days ago
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The heaviest burden of all.
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fruitloopsforlife · 2 days ago
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PORTRAIT OF A LADY ON FIRE | PORTRAIT DE LA JEUNE FILLE EN FEU (2019) dir. Céline Sciamma
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fruitloopsforlife · 9 days ago
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#mood
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fruitloopsforlife · 9 days ago
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“It was November…the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, and passionate wind songs in the pines.”
— L.M. Montgomery (via:  gildedautumnvelvet)
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fruitloopsforlife · 9 days ago
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Enjoy these outtakes from my Halloween photoshoot ☺️
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fruitloopsforlife · 9 days ago
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After prowling through the Blythe children tag on ao3 i'm realizing I have never given Shirley the proper attention he deserved, you are all so right that he'd be the observer !!
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fruitloopsforlife · 11 days ago
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Ophelia by Gaston Bussière, circa 1900
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Gilbert Blythe, Anne of Ingleside by L.M. Montgomery
Was thinking today of Gilbert’s propensity for calling Anne “wife’o’mine” or else, as above, the way he reverently publicly refers to her as such in the company of friends.
And reflecting on this drew me immediately back to Anne playing at the Lily Maid (and herself nearly accidentally meeting the same fate as Tennyson’s Elaine), and the first time Gilbert saves her life (and the beginning of her softening on her grudge against him)… only to remember/realise;
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Lancelot and Elaine (or the Lily Maid) by Lord Alfred Tennyson
So basically, I would bet my whole entire life that “wife of mine” is actually an in-joke, meant and originating as a private call back to Avonlea’s own Lily Maid of Barry’s Pond. 🥹🥹🥹 It’s even extra layered when we consider that the Lily Maid is essentially the story of a girl dying at the ‘hand’ of unrequited love. (Elaine professes she loves Lancelot [whose life she had a saved], but alas, he only wishes to be her friend. And then, of course, Elaine dies from her broken heart. If we reverse these roles, exactly who does that all sound like btw?)
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fruitloopsforlife · 11 days ago
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"Nice characters are boring" to YOU. I love characters who no matter what, will always have genuine love for humanity in their heart. Characters who dance and laugh and sing with sincerity. Characters who believe in others, and are willing to extend a helping hand to people when no one gave them the same luxury. Characters who have gone through so much but believe, no matter what, that humanity and life is something beautiful and worth protecting
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fruitloopsforlife · 11 days ago
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JANE EYRE (2011)
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fruitloopsforlife · 11 days ago
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*actively searching for those who belong to the race that knows Joseph*
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fruitloopsforlife · 13 days ago
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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON — 1.03: Second of his Name
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fruitloopsforlife · 13 days ago
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Silk Dress
c. 1858
Kent State University Museum
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fruitloopsforlife · 13 days ago
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hey. don't cry. how the gentle wind beckons through the leaves as autumn colors fall. okay?
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fruitloopsforlife · 13 days ago
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Marie Antoinette (2006) dir.: Sofia Coppola
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fruitloopsforlife · 13 days ago
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It was November- the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.
-L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
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