#THE MOIRA IS LITERALLY SO GORGEOUS I COULD CRY

[madefate]

they finally released the celestial juno skin i'm fucking feral

[pinkusmaximus]

good things happened today even though it started out with a bit of a ~*meltdown in my car*~

-I got back into my Spotify account (thank you May the customer service representative I love you nonplatonically) so I am no longer having a complete sensory meltdown over not being able to blast my stupid little ear drums out with my funky tunes at all times!!! 🎧🎶🌟🎵✨

-Boss #2 said (paraphrasing) “we are entrusting you with a copy of the company debit card to use for your work-related creative endeavors” and I was overjoyed to be given more creative freedom like kiss kiss kiss mwah beautiful gorgeous allow me to enrich and enlighten the experiences of our guests yes please and thank youuu queen 👑🎨💝 I love you 😘

-I got the largest order to date on my online store (over $100 what!!! who wants that much of my handmade stuff I’m gonna kiss them right on the mouth!!!) 🥺😭💕 literally nothing better as an artist than inching closer to supporting yourself through your creative endeavors let’s go gamers🧚‍♀️✨

-Moira’s new skin is everything I’ve ever wanted and I could cry at the sheer beauty of our gothic thorn-bush-growing-roses vibes empress 🥀 🥀 🥀 step on me. now. 👠

anyways I just wanted to document some good shit because I tend to just blurt my negative thoughts here sometimes!! idc if anyone else cares I’m just having a good time. I’m gonna go make some rose tea and finish drawing my self-intro for this blog ✍️ bye babes ✌️

[iheartsunset]

Papa Louie Scarlett HCs

-Rosabella Ocampo is a 23 year old singer/songwriter and graduate school student who lives with her fiancé, Rudy, in a Powder Point condo. She is widely known by her legal/stage name, Scarlett Heart and is the lead singer/songwriter of Scarlett and the Shakers. While punk ska and playing gigs with her friends are her true passion, Scarlett plans to become a game theory professor in the future. She can mostly be seen writing lyrics for a new song, riding roller coasters with Rudy, climbing trees with Clover, and just vibing with Marty.

-Scarlett is rather bold and seductive, often playfully flirting with others or making jokes about inappropriate topics. I stole this from Rouge, thanks SnapCube fandub for revitalizing my love for Sonic. Alongside her flirtatiousness is her intelligence and desire to succeed, using rules and lessons that she learned from various games to apply to her daily life. Thanks to her love of poker and mahjong, Scarlett has grown to be very analytical and sly in her motives. Out of the shakers, she is undoubtedly the big sister friend as she’s kind of a bad influence on the rest of them and is always subjected to scoldings by mom friend, Janana.

-Rudy calls her “Princesa” because of her Cinderella-like backstory. Her mother was a very kind woman and Scarlett lived happily with her and her father. Her mother died in a roadside construction accident when Scarlett was only 9, leaving Scarlett heartbroken. Her father then married a woman named Moira with two sons, Graham and David, who was emotionally abusive towards Scarlett until she moved out at age 16. Scarlett’s relationship with her dad deteriorated over time and she’s basically disowned them since. She finds solace in Marty and Clover’s parents, who think of Rudy and Scarlett as their own. She also got along with the other Frostfield residents and helped Willow get back into hockey after her infamous car accident (the first one).

-Stan Twitter often makes memes of her because she’s so iconic and quotable. One of her most iconic moments was when she screamed “I wrote this next one about my bitch ass stepmom. Moira, if you’re listening, your hair is limp and you fucking suck!” at the VMAs.

-Music was her escape as a child, hence why she learned to sing and play multiple instruments. However, her stepmother made her play the violin in the school orchestra as opposed to being allowed in a punk rock band. Even though she was concertmaster and first chair, she hated life so badly. Scarlett can play the guitar, bass guitar, violin, cello, drums, the trumpet, the saxophone, the bassoon, the piano, the xylophone, the harp, the flute, the recorder, the French horn, the clarinet, i didn’t even list all of them and I’m tired already. When one of the other shakers has lead vocals on a song, she’ll take over playing their instrument.

-Scarlett met Rudy during their shared freshman year of high school. Hazelnut High’s orchestra department had its annual field trip to Powder Point (based off my actual orchestra field trip!). Scarlett decided to sneak away from her snobby classmates and teachers and have the time to herself. On one particularly large roller coaster, she sat next to a boy with a Mohawk who told her that since he was a Powder Point native, he could more than handle it. He then proceeded to cry the entire time while holding her hand. They realized how much they had in common and kept in contact even after her trip was over. Their relationship is super lovey dovey, yet chill at the same time. Couple goals, but not on the level of Prudence x Cooper x Taylor.

-The shakers got together during the 23rd season of Flipline’s Got Talent. After the shocking elimination of Taylor Morales in the quarterfinals, the remaining acts were merged together. Scarlett and Rudy and Marty and Clover were two sets of pairs merged together. They all got along beforehand and loved Scarlett’s songwriting, so they all wrote an original song together for the finals. Even though they were fan favorites and had lots of support from the audience, Bill and Boopsy’s amazing ventriloquy act was what won the show, with the upset Shakers coming in second place. Afterwards, they were approached by Janana who offered to become their agent, and all they’ve known since was success. Fun fact: Rudy wouldnt accept Clover and Marty into their act unless they beat him and Scarlett at poker. They did.

-The shakers each can speak multiple languages, with Scarlett being able to speak fluent English and Tagalog, Tagalog being her native language (Filipino gang!). She can also speak some Spanish, Japanese, Arabic, Hindi, and Gaelic because she hangs around the other Shakers and Janana so much.

-All of the food, drinks, clothes, and personal belongings Scarlett loves are various shades of red. Cherries, longanisa, red wine, and candied strawberries are her favorite. Her entire wardrobe? Red. Her LED lights? Red. It honestly scares Rudy how red everything is.

-Her voice would either be Jessica Sanchez from American Idol or Gwen Stefani from the No Doubt era. She also covers a lot of No Doubt songs during their concerts. Speaking of covers, the shakers like to sing classic rock songs as well as modern day hits. Scarlett has the vocal range to do Ariana and Mariah Carey justice.

-Her and Marty are best friends. They’re both on the same wavelength and will most likely have the same reaction to memes, like word for word the same reaction. They usually have to get Rudy and Clover out of trouble most days. I love their chaotic, yet chill energy, like the types that just sit and observe and quietly make funny comments to each other.

-She determines whether she likes you or not based off of how good you are at mahjong or poker. If you suck enough to let her win, she’ll love you forever but if you match her in ability, she’ll respect you but kinda fear you as well. If you refuse to play altogether, she hates you. She’s a game theory student, so playing any board game with her is grounds for disaster because she’ll use her weird psychology and tricks to win all the time. Ironically, she sucks at video games. Even though she loves games of chance, she’s hugely against casinos and betting, instead trading small trinkets like food or makeup.

-At the Cheeseria, she set up a poker table, a mahjong table, and a pool table for the entertainment. They unfortunately had to get rid of the Uno table because somebody (ahem, Jojo) got a little too heated over a match with Papa and Wally. And by “got a little too heated”, I mean that Jojo literally got in a fist fight with Papa and lost.

-All she watches are telenovelas. Don’t ask about The Office or Game of Thrones, all she knows is stuff like Rubi and Maria la del Barrio.

-She doesn’t like musical theater except for Phantom of the Opera. She has taken a few roles as Kim in Miss Saigon, but secretly regrets it because musical theater is so much harder than just a regular concert. She still respects theater actors, but will never again sit through Anything Goes.

-She is the only one of the workers who has managed to successfully punch Guy Mortadello. Koilee and Rudy came close, but Scarlett landed an especially hard punch to his nose. Next to being engaged and forming Scarlett and the Shakers, she says it’s the third happiest day of her life. Now, Guy Mortadello is extremely scared of Scarlett and will cry if he sees her or hears her song on the radio (which is all the time).

-She has a tattoo of a heart of her hand along with a crown. On three of her fingers are a yellow Diamond, green clover, and blue spade.

-Scarlett is absolutely gorgeous and badass, I always kept rewinding Papas Cheeseria just to see her and Rudy in the opening because I had crushes on them both. Anyways, stan Scarlett for good grades (it’s not working though I’m still failing two classes)

[rhetoricalk]

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AAHHH what a fabulous fest!! Thank you Frozen Over mods, and thank you to all of the creators who have participated and gifted us MIND-BLOWING fanworks in this fest. I’m utterly grateful. 

I’ve barely made a dent in the number of works I’ve read and the last 24 hours have been a mad rush in trying to get this done, so here goes nothing: 

FROZEN OVER BINGO BLACKOUT: 

A fic with a rare pair or friendship pairing — i thought i'd ask you just the same

Literal heart eyes for this glorious twylexis, where they bring out the best in each other, obviously!

A fic hot enough to melt snow — the weather outside is frightful

This tender and sexy fic definitely warms Patrick up! *wink wink* 

A fic involving a winter sport or pastime —  Five Ways to Ruin A First Date 

I’m totally counting sledding as the winter pastime. What a hilarious and heartwarming take on one of my favourite tropes— ‘there was only one bed’ but in this case, there was only one SLED. 

A fic that made you feel cozy —  hopes as high as a kite

What a delightfully soft and tender fic that pulled me apart and put me back together in the best ways. Really got into all my Patricky feels.

A fanwork with art —  [art] a very brewer christmas

This artwork is GORGEOUS. The expressions on David, Patrick, Marcy, Clint, all have a story to tell. The attention to detail is wonderful

A fic shorter than 2000 words —  Last Christmas

Love David and Patrick creating new traditions together

A winter-themed au — Drink a toast to innocence, Drink a toast to now

The pining! The teasing! The flirting! The twists! *chef’s kiss*

A fanwork with podfic or other multimedia — Come In From the Cold

Ray and Ronnie have the most delightful dialogue in this one. I love how this fic digs into Ronnie’s dating life. DULCE! makes an impressive appearance. The podfic is GLORIOUS and all of the soundscaping just heightens the experience incredibly.  My heart belongs to Joni Mitchell. 

A fic with holiday or family traditions - Christmas at Ronnie’s 

Ronnie and Stevie spend Christmas together over the years. I’m a sucker for these two poker-faced softies having created their own traditions. Lotsa found family feels. 

A fic involving retail or a workplace - Pining For You 

Literal and figurative *pining* as David and Patrick work across the road from each other, annoy each other, and also flirt a lot. 

A fic with a favorite trope - It’s Always Been You 

There! Was! Only! One! Bed! C’mon!! I’m such a sucker for this trope!

A fic that made you laugh or cry -  Good Winter

I AM DECEASED! I AM A WEEPING MESS! I AM WRECKED! Bon Iver is one of my all-time *faaaaavourite* artists, so my response to this was extremely visceral and I have no words. I’m ready to fling myself into the ocean. This isn’t a fic, it’s *ART*

Free Space - All I Want, aka O Christmas Trope

FAKE DATING, Y’ALL! Another trope I’m a sucker for, and a fic I’m ready to re-read over and over.  I did not want this one to end! Truly, I love these idiots so much. 

A fic longer than 10000 words - Bells All Ring, Horns All Blow

This was one of my prompt fills and ahhhhh!! It is absolutely CHARMING AND GORGEOUS, and I am in AWE of the well of emotions in this. Thank you for this beautiful gift!!!

A canon-compliant or future fic - along for the ride

an incredibly moving, stunning, and powerful story that I will definitely be re-reading! 

A fic with cooking or baking - Rose Apothecookie

I went literal for this one— That RA facade! All the little character details! Alexis’ necklace! Johnny’s pocket Square! Moira’s embellishments! Beautiful! 

A fic with holiday rom-com vibes - A Cardamom Christmas

This was also one of my prompt fills and it is absolutely DELICIOUSSSSS in every way! So rom-com-y and so tender and sweet! The banter and flirting was so swoony, and David as an artist is a total JAM for me! Thank you for this gift!!!!

A fic you already reread or plan to reread - Where Every Stay Feels Like Home

Two words: ESCAPE! ROOM! There are so many jokes and details in this fic that I need to re-read this to really absorb them all! It’s funny with so much heart, and the character voices are on-point. What a wonderful tribute to the show!

A fic with inclement weather - Hurt for the Holidays

This fic is sooo much more than the inclement weather! But the weather conditions are responsible for *accidentally* bringing them and keeping them together. Wonderfully flirty, funny, and delightful, despite the circumstances they meet in!

Read all the fics released on one day - Day 1, aka 12/1 (and then I couldn’t keep up! We are sooo spoiled as a fandom)

A fanwork with caroling or music -  Singles Week

David says I love You to his butter-voiced beau. But what if you could sing about his day to the tune of Jingle Bells? This is perfection! 

A fic with parents/in-laws - It’s My (Christmas) Party and I’ll Panic if I Want To

A fantastic marriage of ‘Merry Christmas Johnny Rose’ and ‘Meet the Parents’ and seeing all the parents together this way in a holiday setting is what I would have loved from the show.

A fic set outside of schitt’s creek - you’re here (where you should be)

TED! ALEXIS! GALAPAGOS! FIX-IT!! ALL THE GOODNESS YOU’D EXPECT FROM THIS!!! AHHH!!!

A fic with magical elements - The Snow it Melts the Soonest

Patrick is a snowman, and… can you be murdered by a fic? Because this murdered me. 

A fic with a holiday other than christmas - Have Yourself A Happy Little Hanukkah

Love the exploration of David’s relationship to his Jewish-ness, and I love Patrick wanting to do something special for David

[wild-aloof-rebel]

"David, are you ready?"

He looks up from where he's positioning his boutonniere against the lapel of his jacket to find his father standing in the doorway that connects their motel rooms, dressed in his best suit and looking so proud that David’s tempted to shut the door in his face just to avoid having to see it.

"Need a hand?" Johnny asks, already stepping closer, as if David is somehow incapable of handling a straight pin.

"I can do it," he snaps, but his father pulls the little blue-wrapped flowers from his hand anyway, holding them against his lapel as he takes the pin from David’s other hand.

"You know, son," his father begins, and David's already rolling his eyes at whatever unwarranted advice is surely about to follow, "it's okay to be nervous. It's a big day. A big day. And it's normal if you're, uh, perhaps feelings some... jitters..."

"I'm fine."

"About the ceremony," he continues, undeterred, finally working the pin through both fabric and stem. "Or the reception. Or-- or even the wedding night.”

"Dad!"

If his father tries to give him a talk about the birds and the bees right now, David is literally going to walk right out the door and straight into traffic.

"I'm just saying, it's okay to be nervous."

"I'm not nervous!” The words are sharp and defensive, but David truly means them: he isn’t nervous. Like at all. Mostly, he just doesn’t want someone to jinx him somehow by talking about how nervous he should be.

But he isn’t, even though he really thought he would be, and maybe last night his answer would have been different, but it’s a beautiful, clear, blue day outside, and David is rather pleasantly surprised to find that he’s feeling incredibly calm about the whole thing. Whatever happens today, at the end of it all, Patrick will be his husband. About that he has absolutely zero doubt, and as that’s the only thing about all of this that actually matters, he has no reason to be nervous at all.

Johnny steps back, holding his hands up in a gesture of surrender. "Fine. Fine," he says. "It's just that it's okay if you are nervous. You know, when your mother and I got married--"

"Yep. Got it. Thanks so much," David says, pushing him back through the door and hurriedly closing it behind him. He’s nearly ready to go, if he could just get a few more minutes of peace and quiet to finish getting dressed.

"David, are you ready yet?" his mother asks, pushing her way through the just-closed door.

He squeezes his eyes and his fists shut tight and tries not to scream. "It's hard to finish getting ready when a… a conga line keeps bursting through the door, like this is some terrible Gloria Estefan video from 1994.”

There’s a masterful kind of irony in the size of the frown his mother gives him as she replies, “Oh, stop being dramatic.”

Her gaze shifts from his face to his boutonniere as she approaches, and she reaches to unpin it before he can stop her. All he can do is throw up his hands, drop his head back between his shoulders, and glare at the ceiling as if it's somehow the motel's fault that his family has no sense of boundaries.

Actually, on second thought, it might be the motel's fault--there's certainly been far less privacy in the years that they've lived here together with only a flimsy excuse for a door to separate them than there ever had been when they’d had an entire mansion in which to avoid each other. He glares at the ceiling harder, just in case.

“Darling, I understand that you might be feeling rather timorous about the great unfathomable depths into which you are about to plummet--”

“I'm not ‘plummeting.’ No one is plummeting into anything.”

He bats her hands away, turning back to the mirror to finish straightening his boutonniere--again--something he wouldn’t have to do if everyone would have just let him put it on himself in the first place, like he was trying to do. He shifts the tiny pair of white roses until they’re running parallel to the crisp edge of his lapel and pins them firmly in place.

Behind him, his mother places her hands on his shoulders, meeting his gaze in the mirror. The smile she gives him isn’t the polite, plastic one she normally trots out for the masses; it’s warm and real and just a little wistful.

"Your Patrick is very lucky."

I'm pretty sure I’m the lucky one, David thinks.

It’s a sweet moment, the rare kind in which his mother is thinking of someone other than herself. And then Alexis bursts in from their parents’ room, a frantic blur of silvery-blue charmeuse, and David thinks maybe he's not so lucky after all.

"Oh my god, David, why aren't you ready?"

"I don't know! Maybe it's all these unnecessary interruptions!"

Moira shakes her head at her arguing children and disappears back through the virtual revolving door between their rooms, leaving David to deal with this harassment alone--she always was good at abandoning him when he needed her most.

"You're not actually leaving for the ceremony with your hair looking like that, are you?" Alexis asks, and David just manages to duck out of the way of her meddlesome, well-manicured fingers. They follow him as he crosses the room, and he swats at them every time they buzz too close.

"My hair is fine! My boutonniere is fine! My nerves are fine! Everything is fine!"

Her hands drop dramatically, as her eyebrows rocket higher. "It doesn't sound fine." She leans in conspiratorially. "Do you have cold feet? Are you worried you're not going to be a good husband?"

"Swallow your tongue please."

He drops onto his bed to swap his slippers for his dress shoes, and she falls into place across from him, just like old times. He can feel her gaze as he ties his laces, but she doesn't say anything until he's done. "This is going to be good for you," she tells him, and even though he doesn't need the reassurance, he appreciates that she's trying. It’s better than her trying to fix his hair anyway.

“Knock, knock,” comes Stevie’s voice through the opening front door. “Are you--”

“Ready! Yes, I’m ready!” David yells, fed up with everyone asking.

“Oh, I don’t care about that,” Stevie replies. “I just wanted to make sure you were decent because I have no desire to see that ever again.”

“Ooh, burn, David,” Alexis chimes in, but David ignores her.

“You’re sweet,” he tells Stevie. His tone is scathing, but honestly, he could kiss her for just being so relentlessly normal right now.

“And you’re almost late. So get in the damn car already.”

He stands and throws the last of his things back into the overnight bag he’d brought with him to stay at the motel last night. “Since when do you care about being on time?”

“I don’t,” she says, “but you set six reminders on my phone, and I’m afraid you might have somehow rigged it to blow up if I ignore another one.”

David zips up his bag and follows Stevie to the door, while Alexis swans back off into their parents’ room. With any luck, this will be the last morning he ever wakes up in this room. It should be a relief, but he’s feeling oddly sentimental about it now that it’s here. He’d first met Stevie when asking for extra towels so he could take a shower in this tiny, disgusting bathroom. He’d comforted Alexis for the first time in a long, long while after her break-up with Mutt, right here between these beds. He’d kissed Patrick for the first time in his car in the parking lot just outside this door. For as much as he’d never wanted it to be, this motel room is his home, and taking the last step out the door is just as hard as the last step he’d ever taken out of the house that had been ripped from beneath their feet.

“If you start crying, I’m leaving you on the side of the road, and I really don’t think Patrick will forgive me for that.”

With a laugh, David pulls the door closed and climbs into the passenger seat of Stevie’s car. She throws herself into the driver seat, no more careful than usual despite the floor-length navy gown and four-inch heels she’s sporting. It’s good to know that some things never change.

The short drive to Town Hall is blissfully silent--no needless questions or unwelcome advice--and David is more thankful than she can possibly know that he’s ended up with her as his best friend. She drops him off near the back of the building, nodding her head toward a cluster of trees as they get out of the car. “Go get him,” is all she says, and then she’s purposefully striding off in the opposite direction to wrangle the last few guests into the building.

Patrick is waiting for him in the shade of a towering elm tree, looking gorgeous in a suit that matches the one David’s wearing, and as soon as their eyes meet, his entire face lights up with delight. He’s beautiful--all the time, but especially like this, dressed to the nines and looking just as giddy and hopeful and joyously incandescent as David feels.

“Hi,” he says when he finds himself face to face with his fiancé for the last time.

“Hi,” Patrick echoes, and the smile on his face could power whole cities. David’s pretty sure his own could, too. “You clean up well.”

One shoulder tilts up in a coy little shrug. “Oh, I just threw something on.”

The glint in Patrick’s eye grows more mischievous as he leans closer and slips his hands beneath the edges of David’s lapels. “So you wouldn’t mind if it gets a bit wrinkled then.” And he drags David in for a searing kiss, leaving him breathless and starry-eyed when he finally pulls away again.

David forces himself to think about all the people waiting for them just inside in order to keep from throwing Patrick onto the nearest horizontal surface and continuing what they’ve started. God, he can’t wait to marry this man. With a deep breath, he closes his eyes and dips his forehead to rest against Patrick’s.

“I missed you last night, button.”

Patrick threads their fingers together. “I missed you, too, best.”

David could almost live in this moment forever, standing here together on the cliff-edge of their future, the entire world at their feet, thrumming with possibility. However, he has a sneaking suspicion that the night, that life only gets better from here. And so when music starts playing on the speakers inside Town Hall, he opens his eyes and lets Patrick lead him around to the front of the building, right on cue.

At the top of the front steps, Patrick pauses, turning to David with his serious face on. It’s the one he uses when he tries to explain about profit margins or when he’s running late in the morning and has to pull David’s fingers from the waistband of his jeans for the third time in a row. “Are we ready to do this?” he asks.

David knows that it’s an actual question. He knows that if he said no, even after all these months of planning, even with all the excitement clearly vibrating under Patrick’s skin, if David said he wasn’t ready right now, Patrick would lead him to the car and take him home and they’d figure out what to do next instead, and David loves him all the more for it.

But for David it’s not a question at all. There’s no single part of him--not a finger or a little toe, not a freckle, not a hair, not a skin cell, not an atom--that isn’t ready to marry Patrick Brewer. He’s never been more ready for anything in his entire life.

He leans in to press one more kiss to his fiancé’s tidy little mouth, lingering there a bit, breathing all his certainty and his anticipation into this happy press of lips. And maybe he slips him a little tongue, too; after all, if it’s going to be their last as fiancés, it should at least be a good one.

When they part, Patrick is smiling, bold and bright as the sun shining on their shoulders, and he takes David’s hand in his. “Let’s go get married,” David tells him, and hand-in-hand, side-by-side, together they open the doors.

[ramblesofadreamerofthestars]

Anne With An E S03Ep10 “The Better Feelings Of My Heart”

- WOW! Starting right from where we left off! But YES! YES HE ISN’T PROPOSING TO WINIFRED. I do feel bad for her though, it seems like she genuinely was falling in love with him

- ...wow this family Commits huh. Still though, I do seriously feel bad for Winnie, it’s not her fault and her hurt is so genuine I can’t help but sympathize with her. But it’s not Gil’s fault either. Their relationship moved along so fast and of course he’s been confused, and you can see that he truly does care for Winnie and want what’s best for her. He’s saying all the right things, and I’m so proud of him for choosing love over potentially getting ahead in life, because both he and Winnie deserve more

- uhhhh. is he going to keep his promise of telling no one for two weeks? She definitely deserves her privacy but... There are definitely some people who Need to hear this news

- SHE GOT IN! YES DIANA I’M SO FUCKING PROUD OF YOU YOU BRILLIANT BEAUTIFULLY GIFTED GIRL I’M SO LOVE YOU

- heh, of course Gil and Anne tied for first. Both so intelligent and well matched :))))

- Moody! laskjdfljsld what a glow up you’ve had live your best fucking life in paris

- this is Painful

- but ayyy UofT represent... even if it is...far...from Anne

- aaaaaaaaaaaaaand there we go. “It’s not your future it’s ours” fuck All the way off. Fuck off fuck off fuck off. I am so sick of this narrative. You had your fucking chance to live your life, your child is not an extension of that. Diana please please please my darling, I want you to go to Queen’s so badly

- I’m going to FUCKING MURDER HER PARENTS

- ... Mathew I assume this is so you don’t feel the heartbreak of Anne leaving but... this is literally one of Anne’s worst nightmares, her being replaced by the boy the Cuthbert’s wanted in the beginning, even if it is Jerry. 

- AHHHHH. pleasepleaseplease let this note have better fortune then Anne’s. I love these two so much i Can’t

- “My Anne with an e” LSAKJDFLSJDFLSJDF

- Anne what the FUCK JUST READ THE NOTE

- I fucking hate this. I hate this so much this is so unnecessary. Literally the way she’s put it back together doesn’t match up or make sense come on Anne you’re supposed to be smart and you can’t put a puzzle together? To be fair I guess she’s not exactly thinking rationally about this but Still

- Oh Diana... I’m so sorry that you parents are terrible and small minded. She sounds so broken and I’m so glad Anne is there for her 

- Wow this hits a little to close to home. The fear about starting a new chapter in life, because it means having to say goodbye to the old one, just a little to close for comfort, but Anne portrays it so well, that desperate clinging to the known before you are thrust into the unknown. The scene with Marilla and Anne is so beautiful, Marilla cares So Much for her daughter, and saying goodbye, however temporary, can always carry elements of heartbreak

- Elijah? I don’t... know how to feel about this. On the one hand he deeply hurt Mary, Bash and Gilbert, and was selfish and kind of a dick. But on the other, I could see where he was coming from, and I know that his actions were mostly driven by hurt, and... Delphine is his sister, and the last piece of his mother. If he truly has changed, and if he’s willing to work to atone for his mistakes... I would want him to get to know her

- thank you Marilla, for even trying to change Eliza’s mind. I do really hope that Eliza reconsiders, and allows Diana to follow her own path

- Matthew. I’m genuinely close to tears. He has such a kind, soft heart, and Anne is his world and Ya ok we’re crying now. He wants the best for her and he’s trying to make it easier for her and he’s just So Good

- this episode is really just me crying at watching all of the goodbyes. All the little trinkets of her time as Anne of Green Gables... wow I’m soft

- lasdjflj. Sorry Ms.Blackmore every single one of these girls is going to cause trouble rip. But seriously I love these girls, and I love how even though they’re growing into their womanhood, they still hold that childhood innocence and wonder at new experiences

- Yes! YEs Gilbert I’m so proud of you too!!!

- Elijah holding Delphine for the first time... my heart can’t take this. But it’s so Soft. 

- Aunt Josephine’s house?? And look at how good Cole looks!

- Oh. Oh Anne! She’s so Pretty, and that’s such a lovely dress and she’s growing up look how Gorgeous and happy she is

- yES. This is the Cole/Anne content I was missing this season. Their such good friends and I love how well they know and support each other

- Ahhhh. Anne and Mathew. I love them So Much, and I’m so glad they got this moment

- I really love Marilla and Mathew’s dedication helping Anne learn more about where she came from, it’s such a nice growth and shows how much they love her

- Aww, Diana is so pretty too but I’m so sorry she’s being forced to go to Paris. 

- Diana fucking Means Business and I love her she’s fucking tearing him apart. My heart is beating so fast the music is rising it’s Happening

- Their so frantic holy fuck my heart is beating out of my chest I’m so happy

- AHHHHHHH. HOLY FUCK. WE DID IT AHHH HOLY FUCK IM SO HAPPY

- AND DIANA IS GOING TO QUEENS!!!! HOLY FUCK WE DID IT IM SO FUCKING HAPPY YESYESYESYES 

- His little smirk and how he has to go back and kiss her... their unison in saying “I’ll write to you”... I Can’t my heart can’t Take This

- And she finally has an idea of what her mother looks like, and she shares her hated red hair with her mother and wowowowow. Moira this was so Beautiful and everything I needed for Anne

Final Thoughts:

I can’t really articulate now, seriously this was such a beautiful episode and was done so well and my heart is just really full and soft. Please let there be a s4, this series brings me so much joy and it’s so apparent how much everyone who works on this show cares for it. Thank you to cast and crew and everyone who had hand in making this show, thank you for a wonderful season 3 and I hope and look forward to season 4