#Matthew Cuthbert
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thatzwackman · 3 days ago
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and while we’re on the topic - matthew cuthbert is the single most considerate man in anne’s entire life. throughout the show, he doesn’t tell her that he cares, he shows her. when her dream is puffed sleeves, he goes out and buys her the dress of her dreams, simply because he knows it will make her happy. when she wants to save ka’kwet, he drives for two days to take her there. when she’s upset because she thinks he doesnt care if she leaves, he uses his words because he knows that that is what she needs. he always defends her, and asks her perspective on things. he truly listens to her. and then? he fights with an armed man significantly younger than him over the child of strangers solely because he understands their pain. he is an amazing human being, and anne is lucky to have him.
ive said it before and i’ll say it again. michael cuthbert’s passing away ruined marilla and matthew’s lives forever. not only because they lost a brother, but because their mother was grieving so hard that she basically forgot her other babies. she fell into an immobilizing depression, forcing matthew and marilla to leave school to help on the farm and around the house. their key desires (marriage, travel, literally anything else) were put on a major league hold and by the time their mother died and left them on their own in the world, it was just too late. my heart breaks for them both every time i watch awae.
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everythinglucymaudmontgomery · 11 months ago
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Part 2 of 3. More amazing illustrations by Luisa Uribe. Miss Muriel Stacy!!!!
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dailyshirbert · 7 months ago
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ANNE WITH AN E (2017 - 2019) | s03 ep06 'THE SUMMIT OF MY DESIRES'
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dogzcats · 1 year ago
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ANNE OF GREEN GABLES (1985)
Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.
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polls4you · 23 days ago
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Found Family Battle (First Round)
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ghostsoforpheus · 1 month ago
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anne with an e -> "wherever you are is my home"
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fodenswhore · 6 months ago
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🪴Spin the bottle
{In which a game of spin the bottle causes feelings to stir.}
help i wrote this when i first started watching awae in 2021. found it in my drafts on wattpad and decided to post it on here.
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Billy Andrews was insufferable. He was rude, irritating and extremely cocky. You hated him, and every little thing he did annoyed you - whether it was him tugging on your hair as you hung your hat and coat in the cloak room at school, or whether it was him simply breathing to loud. You hated him, he hated you, and that was that.
And so, when it was your turn to spin the bottle in Josie's childish game, you were utterly furious when the glass bottle landed on Billy. “No. No way. Absolutely not. I’m not doing this." You protested, shaking your head.
"Awww come on now Y/N, rules are rules." Billy smirked at you and stood up in the middle of the circle your classmates had created.
"Such stupid rules." You mumbled to no-one in particular, glancing over at Diana and Anne - both of whom gave you sympathetic looks. You stood up hesitantly and glared at the bottle on the floor.
You whipped your head to face Josie and gave her a pleading look, however she only raised her eyebrows expectingly at you. Clenching your jaw, you turned to Billy and shuffled towards him.
Once you were close enough, Billy leant in and whispered in your ear, "Come on Y/N, what are you so afraid of? It's just a kiss."
You narrowed your eyes at him and whispered back angrily, "I'm not afraid of kissing. However I am afraid of kissing you. You probably have some kind of incurable disease. I wouldn't want to catch it. It may give me your huge ego, or worse, your attitude."
Billy scowled and was about to retaliate when Josie cleared her throat and said, "Can the two of you hurry up and get on with it?”
Charlie, one of Billy’s friends, gestured to the rest of your classmates, “Yeah, we’re all waiting for you guys.”
Rolling your eyes you leant in close to Billy who cupped your cheek with his hand. You sucked in a sharp breath and glanced up to find Billy staring at you curiously, as if he was expecting you to back off and punch him in the gut. When you didn't back away, he allowed your mouths to brush ever so softly before capturing your lips with his.
As he kissed you, warmth filled you from head to toe, and butterflies erupted in your stomach. You allowed your eyes to flutter shut, and your hand instinctively travelled to the back of his neck - thus pulling him closer to you.
The kiss was soft and sweet. And because it was your first kiss, it was everything you had dreamt it would be like. You felt torn and confused, you hated Billy! However you couldn't ignore the feeling of bliss that fell upon you when your lips met his.
And then, as quickly as the kiss had started, it was over. You pressed your palms against Billy's chest and softly pushed him away. His face was flushed and his lips were swollen ever so slightly - you could only assume you looked the same.
Diana coughed quietly and you shook your head lightly as if to shake yourself from your daze. You quickly sat back down in the circle next to Ruby and began brushing invisible dust off the skirt of your dress, whilst ignoring the snickers from your friends. Billy swallowed thickly and wiped his hands on his trousers before sitting back down. He snook a glance at you quickly before moving his gaze back to the bottle.
“Okay," Josie said, clasping her hands together and allowing her eyes to travel over the faces in the room almost like a lion scouring for prey. A small smirk graced her lips as her eyes locked on the next victim of the game. “Anne's next."
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josketches · 5 months ago
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the missing piece <3
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roomtemeraturemysterymilk · 3 months ago
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Matthew “well now” cuthburt
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clarkgriffon · 2 years ago
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ANNE WITH AN E 1x01 | “Your Will Shall Decide Your Destiny”
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roseillith · 6 months ago
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abigailspinach · 2 months ago
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Women were bad enough in all conscience, but little girls were worse. He detested the way they had of sidling past him timidly, with sidewise glances, as if they expected him to gobble them up at a mouthful if they ventured to say a word. That was the Avonlea type of well-bred little girl. But this freckled witch was very different, and although he found it rather difficult for his slower intelligence to keep up with her brisk mental processes he thought that he “kind of liked her chatter.”
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everythinglucymaudmontgomery · 11 months ago
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Part 1 of 3 (because I’m posting on my phone which only allows 10 pictures max).
Like I said in the previous post, this illustrator Luisa Uribe, has the most amazing grasp on expressions! Just look at Anne and Marilla’s faces when confronted by Mrs. Blewitt!
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dailyshirbert · 8 months ago
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ANNE WITH AN E (2017 - 2019) | s02 ep04 'THE PAINFUL EAGERNESS OF UNFED HOPE'
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phireads · 1 year ago
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ghostsoforpheus · 2 months ago
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anne with an e + "i am no bird, and no net ensnares me"
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