#i did that with anne of green gables and almost all of the series of unfortunate events

[pizzopaps]

i hate that when i talk about my experiences as a tween/teen i sound like one of those Im Not Like Other Girls™️™️ stereotypes but i just had undiagnosed adhd/autism and weird parents

[flutishly]

GGF rewatch, part 1

Confession: I actually started the next rewatch in my Great Webseries Rewatch series a few weeks ago. And then I paused, not because I wasn't enjoying it but because I was traveling. And now that I'm back home, I intend to continue and so it seemed like the right time to start writing up my impressions from the first batch of episodes that I saw.

Let's start with the fact that I even chose to rewatch Green Gables Fables next, after LBD. When I was imagining which show would be second, I kept asking myself whether I'd go with my personal successor to LBD, the show that got me into Tumblr in the first place, or whether I should just continue with the Pemberley Digital set of shows. And then... I ended up going for something else entirely. I picked GGF almost intuitively, thoughtless, just because.

It was a pretty great choice, honestly.

GGF is one of those shows that I watched consistently as it was airing. I reblogged posts about it and I followed all the creators and I got excited over it and I loved it and felt so much from it. But I didn't write all that much about it. It's not that I didn't write about it at all, of course I did. (I wrote and rambled quite a lot in those days, after all...) But it was never the dominant show in my orbit and in a way I felt like I always sort of forgot about it. Every time I watched it, I'd be like "oh right, this is great!" and then it would again just sort of... fade into the background. Part of this has to do with the fact that it originally aired alongside shows that would become among my all-time favorites. Part even has to do with the fact that its second season aired alongside another excellent Anne of Green Gables adaptation (Project Green Gables), which I found somewhat easier to write about.

Anyways. It's time to give GGF its due, because... yeah, this was and remains a good show. And yes, I do love it.

Right from the onset, Mandy Harmon is excellent in how she presents Anne. The filming style is youthful, quippy, a little messy, imperfect, and so utterly Anne. I thought this when the show was airing, that something about GGF's flaws consistently made it better as an adaptation. In a lot of regards, GGF was one of the best in having realism in webseries literary adaptations. Not only did the story easily lend itself to bite-sized episodes (Anne of Green Gables itself being very episodic), but there was a concious effort to make Anne's world fully populated. Anne is thoroughly present online as an aesthetics blogger (excellent adaptation choice), befriending Diana through Tumblr (a nice wink to much of the fanbase itself, and a bit to the way the show developed), and there is a rich and real transmedia experience that I think ended up blowing pretty much every other show out of the water. All these years later, I still marvel over how characters were introduced to the story seamlessly through their online personas, without it necessarily being "plot relevant" for Anne's videos. They simply existed and as such they also occasionally existed in Anne's immediate (filmed) orbit.

But since I'm not reviewing the transmedia (and never really tracked it much when it was live either), let's get back to the show itself: Dang, it's good.

The pacing is great. The acting is great (if a little uneven when Diana is onscreen, though this isn't so much because of bad acting as much as a reflection of the character's relative discomfort/unease onscreen). Most of the adaptational choices are great (I still don't much love the Diana-getting-drunk plotline, which was the last episode I watched, but it was a lot less painful this time around than the first, and better than I remembered). The sense that Anne lives in this fascinating little town is beautifully conveyed in-story and I love how open everything is. Anne doesn't hide her videos and she addresses her mistakes on camera (particularly as relates to being mean or snarky about individuals) and there's none of the awkward work-arounds to explain why some people know certain things. The story just... is.

I'm still at the very beginning, of course, but I find myself wanting to write about the show in a lot more depth than I ever did while it was running. I find myself wanting to talk about how Anne's dramatic filming style feels less like old vlogs and less like new TikToks/Reels and more like the transition from the old world to the new, in how they're so fluid yet dramatic. I find myself thinking about how Anne's loneliness comes across so beautifully in the first few episodes and how she takes a little while to settle into her Avonlea life. I find myself loving how Anne's anger with Gilbert is so freshly realistic, that it's easy to forget that the story is over 100 years old.

I don't know how much I'll actually end up writing as I go through. I meant to pause and write up my thoughts as I was watching the first batch of videos, but I just got wrapped up in it and couldn't stop; the episodes flow seamlessly and warmly and the show feels like I really am just catching up with some teen vlogger from a decade ago. But again: I'd like to make the effort. I hope to pick up my rewatch next week, so let's see how that goes...

[period-drama-slut]

As someone who spends half their life on Prince Edward Island, I have a LOT of thoughts about Anne of green gables. I have a lot of thoughts about the story itself, which I love, and I have a lot of thoughts about the legacy of the books, how it transformed the island into a tourist trap, how the island depends so much on tourism that it’s almost head to head with the agriculture, how the island becomes bleak and empty every winter, and how that all ties into the fantastical elements of how L.M. Montgomery wrote it.

Also I waaaaanna watch Anne with an E but I can tell that the landscape is fucking Ontario just by one glance and i think they did a disservice to that story by using landscapes that aren’t PEI, only because the land itself is a character in the Green Gables series and using what is so obviously Ontario just made me feel like they didn’t realize that. Obviously a lot of changes they made were interesting and I am about it, but when I see Ontario Tm being sold to me as PEI I’m like “bruh” jdjdjdjd

Idk it’s just hard for me to parse sometimes. It’s the New York problem. people will have these aesthetic expectations of a place that really exists and is really someone’s home. I just start laughing when I see people talking about the “”””cottage core””” stuff in reference to PEI because when I think of PEI I think my uncle’s 1990 Suzuki sidekick with one good working break, 1 year out of registration, parked next to the cow field and the homemade antenna on his roof he made himself out of coat hangers so he could catch the leafs game, but down the road five minutes, there ARE those red shores that everyone loves and which are so beautiful. So the reality and the fantasy are mixed, and the fantasy is sold as a commodity or whatever.

Idk I guess the moral of the story is that tourism as a major source of income fucks a place up

[deepbutdazzlingdarkness]

I think @kennyomegasweave tagged me in this OTP meme like...months ago? And I just found it half-finished in my drafts and decided to actually get it done.

1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care anymore? 20s, not my teens, but I used to be utterly obsessed with Jack/Kent from Check Please and now, IDEK what happened. I still love them, but I have old fic I saved and never read and can't bring myself to care anymore. IDK it makes me sad.

2. Which ship would you consider your first one? Hmm probably Betsy/Joe from the Betsy Tacy series or Anne/Gilbert from Anne of Green Gables? My first ships when I actually got into fandom were Sawyer/Kate and Sara/Grissom from CSI.

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple? Magnus/Alec!!! I never thought I would write fic and then I watched season 1 of Shadowhunters and banged out (lol) 7 fics and almost 30k of porn in less than 2 months in 2016. They all have an insane number of hits (like. the highest has 54,878 hits and the lowest has 15,836 hits.........) and I still get kudos on them almost every day, it's wild.

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over? Genuinely no idea, but the first one in my fan art tag is Katniss/Peeta from 2012 <3

5. Did you ever get into ship discourse? My first instinct whenever I see someone talk about something I don't like is to mute/block, so perhaps not actively, but I'm sure I have at some point.

6. Did you used to have any no-otp or have it currently? LOL. Yes. I still fucking HATE Jack/Kate from Lost and always will. Also Dan/Blair from Gossip Girl. Lately...I'm such a multi-shipper but I gotta say Kate/Anthony from Bridgerton bc I've genuinely had to restrain myself from bitching about how much I hate them SO many times since s3 came out lol.

7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read? I finished a rewatch of Beyond Evil last night so I've been rereading some of my old bookmarks bc I've read almost everything that's out there 😔. Shout out to the masterpiece simple & clean by whir.

8. Currently, do you have any OTPs? So many!!! Taemin/Kai is still my #1, but also Juwon/Dongsik from Beyond Evil, PatPran from Bad Buddy (it took me several episodes to actually get into the show but once I did I cried...so much over them and how much they love each other LOL), KunTen from WayV, Louis/Lestat...I feel kinda bad that I don't have a major current f/f OTP but I'm literally checking my kpop tags multiple times a week for rule 63 fic and most of my current WIPs are rule 63 f/f so there's that. (Two KunTen including what hopefully is gonna be a long one, plus a Jigyu I started yesterday for a fest that I'm hoping I'll be able to get done - not because of the length, but because I've never written Seventeen before)

9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together? So many??? I feel like I have to say Dean/Cas.......Lee/Kara never really got together so them for sure. Sawyer/Kate from Lost even though I 100% choose to believe they got together post-canon pre-flash-sideways. Oh my god I'm looking through my "forever bitter" tag and it's a lot of Cooper/Audrey from Twin Peaks as I expected, but I forgot about Mini/Franky from Skins. and ABSOLUTELY THEM. Everything about series 5 was terrible but that especially.

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting? IDK I feel like I don't usually change my mind like that. I wouldn't go as far as saying "kind of interesting" but I guess I don't hate Bree/Roger from Outlander AS much on the show as I did in the books lol.

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be cancelled over? Hmm...Cesare/Lucrezia maybe? If not them almost definitely Norma/Dylan from Bates Motel LOL.

12. What was your favorite crack ship? I was gonna say I couldn't remember any that truly fit this definition, but then I remembered the Kent Parson/Claude Giroux series #dirtbags and that was great. Actually no my real answer is Syd/Richie from The Bear. Now *I* don't think it's a crackship but they have that vibe.

13. Who is the couple you read more fanfics of? Here's a side by side view of my most bookmarked ships vs the tags I have saved rn on my front page. Unfortunately you can only have 20 but I think it's a pretty good representation. (Other than the ENHA ship, where I legit don't know anything about them or frankly even what they look like, but that tag produces so much incredible unhinged porn that I read canon-blind.)

14. What most of your ships usually have in common? I feel like I have several different ~types, but: friends to lovers, I LOVE bicker-y couples, age gap relationships, especially when one of them is a mentor-ish figure, and power dynamics in general.

15. What do you absolutely hate in a ship? Nice Guy characters, whether they're a guy or a girl. The OG example is Xander (duh) and Chloe from Smallville but you also see it with characters like Sol on My Stand In...there's def more things I hate but that's one of most major ones for me.

[lollytea]

what's a thing you love and don't talk too much about it as you would like?

Agsvdjnk I think I talk a lot about everything I love

Lets see, stuff I love but don't talk about every single day?

I love tigers!! They're one of my favourite animals I think they are so gorgeous. I also just love cats in general, they make me so happy.

I really really really love the late 90s Disney channel cartoon Recess. It's so well written and underrated and the characters are so much fun and well rounded. And it's sweet and down to earth and funny and AA!! I think more people should rewatch.

I have a long running special interest in Peter Pan. At least the idea of Peter Pan. There's plenty of elements of the adaptions that I am very fond of but I've spent my life on the hunt for a twist on the story that scratches my brain in a very specific way, like the 2003 version did. And one day I'll either find it or I'll make it myself.

Fairycore/fairytale/princess vibes stuff makes me very happy.

Anne With An E gave me intense brain termites it's so good!!! I've never read the original green gables books, but I'm really really attached to this show and their own take on the story. The bonds that are formed between the characters are the main draw for me, especially the friendships and found family.

I've seen Malcolm and the Middle so many times that its bascially just brain sedatives for me. I am so attached to that chaotic idiotic asshole family.

The Six of Crows duology!!!! Those books are SO good, I recommend to everybody who wants a series that will put their heart in a headlock. (There are more books in the series but personally I like to end the story with the duology. I've seen enough.)

It's not for everyone but I also love the Folk of the Air series. Just cuz I love toxic unhealthy insane dynamics, and also biblically accurate faeries.

Bojack Horseman is another comfort show, like Malcolm, except the vibe is wildly different. I love shows with an almost whiplashy balance between silliness and raw bleeding devastation.

Cardcaptor Sakura but everybody already knows that

FRUITS BASKET!!!! BRAINROT BAIT IF YOURE NOT NORMAL ABOUT CHARACTERS 🗣🗣🗣

Craig of the Creek!!!! Cutest cartoon I've ever seen, I love it so much :D!!!

There's this one show called A Man Who Defies the World of BL that I think is so so funny and I've watched it many times. It's about a guy who has discovered he's a background character in a yaoi manga universe and he's fighting for his life not to become a main character. Dodging hot men's advances left, right and center.

Lilo and Stitch is one of my favourite movies of all time!!! Especially Lilo and Nani!!!

[penna-nomen]

20 Questions Writer Ask Game

How many works do you have on AO3?

64 works

What’s your total AO3 word count?

888,343 words

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

24 fandoms on AO3

The ones where I’ve written two or more stories are: Discworld, Doctor Who, Emma, Good Omens, The Good Place, Leverage, Murderbot Diaries, Pride and Prejudice, Psych, Stargate Atlantis, Supernatural, White Collar

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Caffrey Conversation

Choirboy Caffrey

By the Book

Bouquet

Caffrey Envoy

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes, I try to do this. If someone leaves multiple comments on the same story on the same day, I might reply to just a subset of them. I’m always grateful when readers take the time to leave a comment, and I definitely want to let them know that I appreciate them, even if I’m often tongue-tied.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Probably Roads Not Taken, if you don’t count the fluffy “bonus features” posted after the final chapter of the actual story

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the wildest one you’ve written? 

Yes, I’ve written many crossovers. The most unexpected would be Intrepid Galactic Explorer, which was a crossover between Anne of Green Gables and Murderbot Diaries.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

A handful of times

Do you write smut? If so what kind? 

I don't.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? 

Not that I’m aware of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Someone once asked permission to do so, but I never heard if they followed through on it.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? 

Kind of. @silbrith and I collaborate on a series, and we run ideas by each other. Once I wrote an epilogue chapter for one of her fics.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

How do I choose? The ones I write most are in White Collar: Neal/Sara and Neal & Peter as friends-like-family.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? 

Once I started outlining one of my older stories from the POV of other characters. I think the working title was Operation Athena. It was a fun idea, but I was too enticed by new ideas to spend time rewriting an old one.

What are your writing strengths?

My immediate reaction is to say none. But based on comments, my strengths are: Pastiche, especially writing for book fandoms. Friendships. Weaving threads through multiple stories and tying them up in a satisfying way. Crossovers. And one particular OC that long-time readers seem to love and they forget that he’s an OC.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Smut. I’m fine with writing flirting and building up the temperature, and but actual tab-A-into-slot-B isn’t something I write well.

Fight scenes are also something I’m not able to do well.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I did this a bit once, in a fic where a major plot point was that the main character can speak French. Glad I did it, but I doubt I’d do it again because of my constant fear of making an embarrassing mistake.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I wrote a fic inspired by the musical Annie for a friend in 9th grade, but it’s not online and as far as I know she’s the only person who ever read it.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

The story Caffrey Conversation is special to me because of the circumstances in which I wrote it. I started reading & downloading fic in the White Collar fandom to keep my mind occupied when I learned Mom had breast cancer. Six months later when her check-up went well, I was so happy I was inspired to write a fic that I’d been imagining, and it was almost finished when we learned the cancer had metastasized and she had weeks to live. Mom read a version of the story, and I’m glad she got that glimpse into what would become a big part of my life for the next few years. A couple of months after she died, I finished the story and posted it, and then I envisioned follow up stories where one of the elements was the characters experiencing grief. So it all became part of processing my emotions mixed with a hope of helping others be prepared for what grief is like.

Open tag to anyone else who wants to answer the questions! I'm definitely interested in learning more about my fellow fic writers!

[dorianslayyy]

13 Books Tag Game

Tagged by @bubblegum-blackwood

1) The last book I read:

Iron Flame by Rebecca Yarros - I absolutely devoured this sequel, omg. Obviously it’s nothing fancy or anything like that but hey what’s wrong with a smutty YA? Not to mention DRAGONS

2) A book I recommend:

Perfume by Patrick Süskind - when I read it I had no idea it was a whole entire modern classic, I just picked it up at Oxfam for like 3 for £1 or something but, wow, I can 100% understand how it earned that status! If you like an eery not-too-long horror story with the most beautiful imagery describing some fucked up gothic storylines and a lot of social commentary, you’ll love this book!

3) A book that I couldn’t put down:

Ahhh ok, im gonna say In Memoriam by Alice Winn. The ending was… idk I wasn’t really a fan of the ending, I thought it kind of disengaged and took away from the struggles and severity of war and sexuality the rest of the book portrayed but until that point the rest of the story was everythingggg, there’s a sweet forbidden romance/coming of age/found family in the 1910’s propelling into a story of the horror of WW1 and losing everything you know. All I can really say is that I read it all in one go (more or less) and it had me laughing and sobbing throughout

4) A book I’ve read twice (or more):

I mean… there’s an obvious choice here - The Picture Of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. HOWEVER I’m going to absolutely cheat and also say Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë, the drama, the trauma, the vast majority of these characters are awful and I love it 🤌🤌

5) A book on my TBR:

So many… so so many… I’m gonna say House Of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski tho because it was expensive and it’s cool looking and I’ve actually been meaning to read that for a while but boy howdy it’s huge

6) A book I’ve put down:

The Tale Of The Body Thief by Anne Rice UGHH I’m trying so hard!! It’s so many words with so little going on, and I do enjoy it, I really do, it’s so goofy, but it’s so.. i mean verbose isn’t really quite the right word but you know what I mean. Sorry mutuals :( I just need a break to read something short and silly - which I’ve almost finished the little series I’m currently reading

7) A book on my wish list:

Prophet Song by Paul Lynch - it sounds absolutely soul crushing and miserable, I know this completely contradicts what I just said about being in the mood for a silly read but <333

8) A favorite book from childhood:

Omg 10000x the Skulduggery Pleasant series by Derek Landy, guys you don’t understand, as much as I would love to talk about how my mum and I used to sit and read Anne Of Green Gables before bed or my Enid Blyton obsession when I was like 6, Skulduggery Pleasant was my absolute jam - I must’ve read that series (the original 9 + spin offs) a million times in primary school. I did keep up with phase 2 when that was coming out but I don’t know if I’ll bother with phase 3, I’m just too old now and phase 2 wasn’t all that imo - I think it’s sort of beating a dead horse at this point :( but the original 9 and Maleficent Seven/Armageddon Outta Here were my childhood and I definitely absorbed Valkyrie Cain into my identity as a child so that series probably shaped a big part of who I am and my hobbies as an adult

9) A book you would give to a friend:

Love On The Brain by Ali Hazelwood. Silly, nerdy, fun, a cute little Pride and Prejudice-esque enemies to lovers feat. women in STEM

10) A book of poetry or lyrics that you own:

Ok so anyone who’s seen my other poetry blog @apoemadaykeepsthehoesaway knows my obsession with The Complete Poems of Wilfred Owen (I have a lot of difference versions) AHHH by far my favourite poet - as you can imagine with such a young man, you can clearly see his changing mentalities, his growth as a person and a writer, his influences, and really gather a lot of context for what’s going on with him in general through his poems. And he grew up in all the same areas I grew up in and hung around as a kid/younger teen, which I think adds to my personal interest in him too. Idk ig we’re very close friends on a parasocial level lol.

And ofc there really aren’t that many poets around that give such visceral, truthful, and emotional insights to the First World War as Owen does (also a queer icon). He was my intro to war literature and I have tattoos relating to him, he and his work are just incredible to read about, would highly recommend having a look at Siegfried Sassoon’s war poems too; another very blunt poet who was a celebrity and war protestor at the time and happened to mentor Wilfred Owen, as well as being linked with other influential folks of the time such as Robbie Ross, Stephen Tennant, Rupert Brooke, and Ivor Novello. Ok Ill move on :,)

11) A nonfiction book you own:

Surprisingly I quite like nonfiction, mainly history and essays from philosophers and the like. Speaking of, Friedrich Nietzsche’s Beyond Good And Evil is a pretty solid one I own, I’ve never read anything where the author begins by calling himself and all his coworkers socially inept incels 🥹 but even though I don’t remember the specific reason I bought it (I was reading it to argue against some other philosophers in an essay in college and I really don’t remember who or what it was) I remember it being a really interesting read

Or yknow in a more traditional sense of non-fiction, I also have Notes On A Nervous Planet by Matt Haig. Really helped me get through some stuff, if you’re struggling with anxiety or feeling a bit down lately I’d very much recommend

12) What are you currently reading:

Omg ok, The Hitchhiker Trilogy by Douglas Adams, I’m currently on book 3 of 5 - Life, The Universe, And Everything. Really silly and nonsensical space bs but somehow also a bleakly satirical social commentary on the unseriousness of our ‘serious’ world. Really enjoyable, fairly political to some degree, really short (around or less than 200 pages a book), really fun. Martin Freeman truly was the perfect casting for Arthur Dent in the film of the first book. Full of that quintessentially British cynical humour and of course plenty of cups of tea

To give a little preview, the second book literally opens “The story so far: In the beginning, the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.”

13) What are you planning on reading next?

Books 4 and 5 of The Hitchhiker Trilogy, and then I suppose I had better carry on reading The Tale Of The Body Thief :D

Tagging whoever wants to have a go, it’s super fun, sorry if I went on a bit on some of these 😅

[itsallaboutentertainment]

Rilla of Ingleside and Other Works by L.M. Montgomery This book surprised me. It is certainly the most mature in the series, so it is hard to relate it to the story of the red-haired girl who was afraid of her own fantasies in the haunted forest. I started reading this series because I wanted something light to take my mind off the problems. If you are looking for the same thing, it might be better to stop with the previous book - but I am glad I did not, even though it cost me two sleepless nights reading and shed tears in almost every chapter. None of the sorrows from the other books - like Anne's life before Green Gables and the deaths of Matthew, Joy, and so many other beloved characters - could have prepared me for the tragedy that the residents of Ingleside experience. The endless waiting for news, the premature adulthood forced upon the children, and dreams that will never be fulfilled: Everything in this story recalls the horrors of war, while the characters cling to memories of happier times and hopes that often prove empty. At one point, Anne herself reflects on the difference between her happy childhood in Green Gables and the darkness that blighted her children's youth. Anne's life was like a sunny, bright day occasionally overshadowed by clouds and storms, while Rilla's is like a dreary weather where the little rays of sunshine are as rare as they are sought and cherished. I have often wondered if that's why Anne is no longer the main character and we only learn what she's feeling through Rilla's perspective - after all, it's almost inconceivable to us readers that the girl who accidentally dyed her hair green, the teenager who squeezed a lemon on her freckles to improve her appearance, or even the woman who felt an irrational jealousy of her husband's former girlfriend, is the same woman whom two daughters have distanced themselves from and who sent three sons off to war, one to never return. We feel the same mixture of amusement and despair in Rilla's antics as we do in Anne's, but this time it is also constantly accompanied by a sense of melancholy. Even the funny situations in which Rilla finds herself have a touch of nostalgia for what was and what could have been. What this book expresses and the feelings it evokes are not cheap and easy emotions - it is not just about making you cry for a few minutes. Without appealing to unnecessary or improbable drama, 'Rilla of Ingleside' simply tells of an ordinary young woman and her family, all always trying to find the light at the end of the tunnel. This book may not move all readers to tears, but it will certainly leave an impression that will not soon go away. View all my reviews

[nimuetheseawitch]

rules: list eight shows for your followers to get to know you better

Tagged by @marley--manson

I'm pretty sure I did something like this recently where people were using the shows' posters. Since it says "get to know you better," I'm going to assume anyone reading this can read my little description and already know I'm into those shows. I'm also going to do that because it makes it harder/more interesting for me.

Doctor Who This was the show that got me onto Tumblr (that's not entirely true - my roommate dragged me on here, kicking and screaming, just like how I have joined every social media site ever), and it's one of the first shows I was weird about as a (kind of) adult. I'm an Eccleston fan through and through. This is another show that my partner and I stalled on because of a variety of life things, so we're years and years behind.

Veronica Mars I love this show. I didn't actually watch it until I was in grad school (and then I binged an entire season without sleeping one time during a PhD-induced anxiety spiral, so), but I adored it. I have always loved the girl detective, or even just boy detective, genre (looking at you, Harriet the Spy, Sammy Keyes, and Encyclopedia Brown), and this just did that dripping in early 2000's teen tv drama. And I adore Enrico Colantoni as her dad. I also always appreciate a detective show where the cops are the bad guys.

The O.C. I am often kind of ashamed of my deep love for The O.C., and I'm trying not to be. I got the DVDs out from the library and hid in my bedroom to watch it because my family would've made fun of it (probably - I was also a teenager and just afraid of people judging me). This marks the beginning of my massive crush on bisexual characters played by Olivia Wilde. I loved every moment of this show, sometimes especially when it was being awful.

The Avengers (1965-1967) British spy-fi starring Diana Rigg playing Emma Peel, an actively publishing theoretical physicist who knows martial arts and wears catsuits. What more could you want? If anything made me queer, it was Emma Peel. And although she's partnered with John Steed, supposedly a professional spy while she's an amateur, she regularly came in kicking to save his butt. I have only ever seen Series 4 & 5 with them as the main team, so I actually have zero opinions on the rest.

Killjoys I love this show so much. I wish it had been allowed to have more than 10 episodes a season because I would've loved to see more unabashedly queer sci-fi bounty hunter side plots. I love that the main characters are platonic life partners who did crime until they ran out of money and became bounty hunters. And that there are assassins and creepy conspiracies and cyberpunk awesomeness and the show is almost more bisexual than Lost Girl.

Anne With An E I loved Anne of Green Gables as a kid, and this show was beautiful and compelling and did a really good job with most things. This was one of the first shows I did a virtual watchalong with friends in 2020 at the beginning of COVID, and those watchalongs reminded me that I had internet friends and showed me how I could shift my social life, so this show is important to me.

Pose I don't even know where to start. I love this show, and Papi and Angel are perfect and deserve the world.

Buffy/Angel Buffy and Angel were incredibly important to my development as a queer feminine-presenting person. I actually didn't watch Buffy all the way through until after I'd become obsessed with Firefly. I have lots and lots of feelings about Buffy and Angel and I have so many of the comics that were a continuation of the show, and I got really into the lore, and I'm glad it existed. I'm glad I enjoyed it, and I'm glad I went back and saw how problematic a lot of it was. And whenever I think about it, I think wistfully of Monster of the Week style shows with a bajillion episodes per season.

I hope people feel like they know me better because I feel like I just went on an emotional journey, y'all. I'm not tagging anyone because I'm tired, but if anyone wants to do this, I would love to read what other people have to say.

[vexysmexy]

The Life You Should’ve Known

I originally posted this on ao3 so if you want to go look at it there here’s the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57799846

Thought I’d post it here for anyone who wants to read it but doesn’t have ao3

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Summary: After Walter’s untimely death he meets Joyce in the after life and introduces her to the life she never got to live

Genre: Angst?/comfort

Word count: 1,881

Fandom: Anne of green gables - L.M Montgomery series

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The idea of death used to terrify Walter Blythe, all the pain it caused for both parties seemed horrific. Which is why he tried his best not to think about it.

There was one time when Walter did take the time to think about death, albeit not for long but he thought about it nonetheless and that time was the fateful day years ago in Rainbow Valley when he saw The Pied Piper over the horizon, soldiers following behind him as though it was their duty.

From that day on Walter tried not to give a second thought to death, the prospect of it sounding far too agonising. That was what he used to think anyway.

But now here he was, a gun in his hand and bullets flying around him, the thought of death sounded numb. War had desensitised him to pain and now when he thought of his brothers in arms being shot down by enemy lines, all the sympathy and empathy he could muster up was for the grieving families that lost their sons and brothers. Walter’s thoughts drifted from how his family must be at home to his brothers who were on the front lines with him, he prayed they would be okay, for his mothers sake, he wasn’t sure she would be able to recover if Jem didn’t return from the war, or if Shirley never stepped foot on the ground again.

As he was mulling over the grief his people back on PEI would feel, he was taken back to that day in Rainbow Valley when he saw The Pied Piper, because there he played in no man’s land, a long line of young men from different sides were following behind The Piper and Walter knew.

Within a few seconds there was a bullet in Walter’s side, and he was on his knees as he clutches his wound. In a way Walter was glad, because it was over. On the other hand, he was sorrowful for leaving his life behind and all the people he loved. As he lay on his back exhumed, staring at the sky and resting his hand to slow the blood flow, he tried to imagine his family and friends in the living room, laughing and smiling as he watched from afar, he hoped they took his death in a bittersweet view, though deep down he knew they wouldn’t. At least not for a long while.

The pain never really registered in Walter’s mind, and so as his breath began to labour and his eyelids began to falter, he was content. The cries of war fading away as he lost the last of his senses.

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For a moment everything is quiet, as though he was asleep, but then faint cries from another room are heard and Walter’s eyes open. He looks around, his brows furrowed as he finds himself back in the familiarity of his childhood bedroom. The shuffling and buzzing chatter of his family could be heard downstairs.

For a fleeting moment Walter thinks the war was a nightmarish dream he had, but the tattered and stained greenish cloth that clung to his body reminded him otherwise and he found himself even more confused as to what was happening.

The cries from down the hall seemed to echo louder and Walter decided to himself he’d find out what it was. Standing from his bed, he left his old room and followed the noises till he reached his parent’s room. Gently he pushed the ajar door open, letting it creak as it slowly stopped. There in the corner of his parent’s room stood a crib that he was positive had not been there since Rilla was a baby.

The crying echos brought his attention to what was in that crib, drawing him in to get a closer look. There in the crib lay a small baby with pale skin and light almost unnoticeable rosy cheeks. She was wailing as though she had lost something very dear to her and Walter’s heart twinged. He knew this girl. At least it felt like he did, like he knew her all his life. This was Joyce, his older sister.

His mother nor father ever spoke of little Joy, but some nights they would take a ferry across the harbour and visit her grave, leaving flowers there for her and telling her all the stories she had missed out on.

The cries got softer and suddenly Walter found two beautiful wide greyish-green eyes that reminded him of his mothers staring right at him with all the curiosity in the world. He smiled and reached down, picking her up with ease and hugging her close so she knew she wasn’t alone. They stood there for awhile, enjoying the other’s company that they wretchedly never got to experience. Before long soft snores were heard from Walter’s shoulder and little Joy had fallen asleep. Placing her back down in her crib, he slowly crept out of the room, heading downstairs to the noisy chatter in the living room.

There sat Anne, knitting away, listening intently as Susan chattered on during her cleaning. Walter tried to grab their attention, waiting for them to realise he was standing there, but they never did and when Susan walked right through him it finally dawned on him that they couldn’t see him, because he was a ghost. He was finally so close to his family again and yet they felt so far away being divided by this invisible barrier that wouldn’t let them see him. There wasn’t anything he could do, so he decided to sit down at the table with his mother and listen intently to Susan’s rants, just enjoying the moment that he missed so dearly. Merely a few minutes later cries were heard again, though seemingly only to Walter and he decided that must be Joyce waking up again.

Taking to his feet he started for the stairs, on instinct giving his mother a kiss on her head as he walked by. If he had paused for a second longer he would’ve seen Anne look up incredulously as if something had just stroked her hair, she had looked around unable to find the source before hesitantly returning back to her knitting. Unfortunately Walter had not seen this, and instead continued his trek up the stairs to little Joy’s room. There she lay, crying for her mother, instead being greeted by her younger brother who would have to do.

Walter picked Joyce up, cradling her to slow her crying and as quickly as it had started, it ended. Feet were heard on the stairs and suddenly the door to Anne and Gilbert’s room was being opened, then walked in Nan, walking right past Walter and Joyce, begging to file through the bedside draws as though she were looking for something. Little Joy’s eyes had gone wide, she was holding closer to Walter and she slowly began to cry. It didn’t take much thought for Walter to realise that Joyce didn’t know who Nan was, or anyone aside from his parents for that matter. Soothing her whines he took it upon himself to show little Joy the life she should’ve had, starting with introducing her to Nan, following the girl down the stairs, showing her around the house and introducing her to Susan, their cat Jack Frost, Di who came into the kitchen to grab a glass of water whilst she waited for Nan to finish talking to their mother. He took her outside, showing her the garden and the flowers Anne plants for Joyce, he took her through the town, showing her where he went to school, the church they went to, the supermarket. He showed her the Meredith’s house, introducing her to Rosemary, Reverend, Aunt Martha, Faith, and his wonderful Una. He told her stories about Jerry and Carl, and he told her about her younger siblings Jem and Shirley. He took her to Rainbow Valley, telling her all the stories and games they used to play there, how she would’ve had such fun playing with all of them and how they all would’ve loved and adored her.

Before leaving Rainbow Valley they were interrupted by sweet Rilla, going down to the valley herself. Walter introduced Joy to her as well. If Walter was still alive he would find it rather odd to be calling all his siblings the younger siblings to little Joy, but here it made sense, and he didn’t question it, because it was purely the sad truth.

The sun began to set and they trekked back up to Ingleside, going up the stairs and placing Joyce back in her crib, soon letting herself succumbing to sleep. The sound of the front door opening and voices could be heard in a cheerful melody, luring Walter down to the living room. There sat at the table was his whole family, minus Jem and Shirley, plus the Meredith family except Carl and Jerry. Walter scanned the room, a smile on his face as laughter scattered through the room, everyone talking happily, eating and enjoying each others presence. Whilst looking over the familiar faces sat around his old dining table, his eyes landed three spots in particular. There, sat three empty chairs, plates, placemats and cutlery all resting empty in the spots as though the occupants were merely late to the function. Smiling, Walter took his usual seat in his empty chair, and sat there, looking around the table as though he were really there in the moment. Everyone seemed so happy, and for a moment Walter forgot he was dead, he forgot he wasn’t really there, and he felt content. Until there was a knock on the door and Gilbert excused himself from the table, and smile on his face and an echo of a laugh in his voice. The front door was visible from where Walter sat, so he could see the way his fathers face faltered slightly when he opened the door to a Soldier. They were too far away to be audible but from the solemn look on the soldiers face, the way he took his hat off and held it to his chest, and the way his father broke down into tears, he knew exactly what was being said.

Gilbert closed the door and Walter looked around, trying his best to savour the last few seconds of happiness on his family’s faces before they were told. He watched as his father came back into the room, an empty look on his face as he came to a stop, standing there aimlessly seeming to be doing the same thing as Walter. Soon the laughter and chatter quieted and all attention was turned to Gilbert.

”what’s the matter honey? Who was at the door?” Anne had queried sweetly, an oblivious smile on her face and Walter wished she hadn’t asked that. Gilbert had dropped his head, taking a breath before bearing the bad news. “Walter’s- he’s gone.”

Sobs broke out, disbelieving cries, gasps, cutlery clattered, all of it. Walter wished he could hug them all, or tell them that was okay, he was happy and that he was looking after little Joy for them, but there was nothing he could do aside from watch from afar.

[vinceaddams]

I sure do love to go to the thrift store and acquire things!! Today I got a broken (?) little wooden music box, a couple pieces of fabric (one dark pink cotton jacquard and one dark brown and gold sari silk) and also a plate with a picture of the Hartland covered bridge on it. That's the longest covered bridge in the world, and I've walked across it, and now I can eat sandwiches off it's monochromatic blue image.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

wish i was seeing little women (2019)

eternally the most fun fact was that when i first read the book sometime in elementary school i entirely finished it without realizing beth had died like halfway through and i don’t think i caught up on that until like years later

[shirbertshitposts]

10 Shirbert Moments from Anne of Green Gables series I think about a lot

In honor of Valentines Day I thought I would post a list of some of my favorite Anne and Gilbert moments. It was hard to narrow it to just ten as I have been going through all nine books and trying to queue posts about all their iconic moments through the series; However I decided to pick the ones that I remember even when I haven’t read the books in a while. I didn’t have the heart to rank them properly so they’re just listed in chronological order.

1. His future must be worthy of its goddess

In the twilight Anne sauntered down to the Dryad’s Bubble and saw Gilbert Blythe coming down through the dusky Haunted Wood. She had a sudden realization that Gilbert was a schoolboy no longer. And how manly he looked—the tall, frank-faced fellow, with the clear, straightforward eyes and the broad shoulders. Anne thought Gilbert was a very handsome lad, even though he didn’t look at all like her ideal man. She and Diana had long ago decided what kind of a man they admired and their tastes seemed exactly similar. He must be very tall and distinguished looking, with melancholy, inscrutable eyes, and a melting, sympathetic voice. There was nothing either melancholy or inscrutable in Gilbert’s physiognomy, but of course that didn’t matter in friendship!

Gilbert stretched himself out on the ferns beside the Bubble and looked approvingly at Anne. If Gilbert had been asked to describe his ideal woman the description would have answered point for point to Anne, even to those seven tiny freckles whose obnoxious presence still continued to vex her soul. Gilbert was as yet little more than a boy; but a boy has his dreams as have others, and in Gilbert’s future there was always a girl with big, limpid gray eyes, and a face as fine and delicate as a flower. He had made up his mind, also, that his future must be worthy of its goddess. Even in quiet Avonlea there were temptations to be met and faced. White Sands youth were a rather “fast” set, and Gilbert was popular wherever he went. But he meant to keep himself worthy of Anne’s friendship and perhaps some distant day her love; and he watched over word and thought and deed as jealously as if her clear eyes were to pass in judgment on it. She held over him the unconscious influence that every girl, whose ideals are high and pure, wields over her friends; an influence which would endure as long as she was faithful to those ideals and which she would as certainly lose if she were ever false to them. In Gilbert’s eyes Anne’s greatest charm was the fact that she never stooped to the petty practices of so many of the Avonlea girls—the small jealousies, the little deceits and rivalries, the palpable bids for favor. Anne held herself apart from all this, not consciously or of design, but simply because anything of the sort was utterly foreign to her transparent, impulsive nature, crystal clear in its motives and aspirations.

-- Chapter XIX, Anne of Avonlea

2. For the first time her eyes faltered under Gilbert’s gaze

“What are you thinking of, Anne?” asked Gilbert, coming down the walk. He had left his horse and buggy out at the road.

“Of Miss Lavendar and Mr. Irving,” answered Anne dreamily. “Isn’t it beautiful to think how everything has turned out . . . how they have come together again after all the years of separation and misunderstanding?”

“Yes, it’s beautiful,” said Gilbert, looking steadily down into Anne’s uplifted face, “but wouldn’t it have been more beautiful still, Anne, if there had been NO separation or misunderstanding . . . if they had come hand in hand all the way through life, with no memories behind them but those which belonged to each other?”

For a moment Anne’s heart fluttered queerly and for the first time her eyes faltered under Gilbert’s gaze and a rosy flush stained the paleness of her face. It was as if a veil that had hung before her inner consciousness had been lifted, giving to her view a revelation of unsuspected feelings and realities. Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

Then the veil dropped again; but the Anne who walked up the dark lane was not quite the same Anne who had driven gaily down it the evening before. The page of girlhood had been turned, as by an unseen finger, and the page of womanhood was before her with all its charm and mystery, its pain and gladness.

Gilbert wisely said nothing more; but in his silence he read the history of the next four years in the light of Anne’s remembered blush. Four years of earnest, happy work . . . and then the guerdon of a useful knowledge gained and a sweet heart won.

-- Chapter XXX, Anne of Avonlea

3. I just want YOU

“I have a dream,” he said slowly. “I persist in dreaming it, although it has often seemed to me that it could never come true. I dream of a home with a hearth-fire in it, a cat and dog, the footsteps of friends—and YOU!”

Anne wanted to speak but she could find no words. Happiness was breaking over her like a wave. It almost frightened her.

“I asked you a question over two years ago, Anne. If I ask it again today will you give me a different answer?”

Still Anne could not speak. But she lifted her eyes, shining with all the love-rapture of countless generations, and looked into his for a moment. He wanted no other answer.

They lingered in the old garden until twilight, sweet as dusk in Eden must have been, crept over it. There was so much to talk over and recall—things said and done and heard and thought and felt and misunderstood.

“I thought you loved Christine Stuart,” Anne told him, as reproachfully as if she had not given him every reason to suppose that she loved Roy Gardner.

Gilbert laughed boyishly.

“Christine was engaged to somebody in her home town. I knew it and she knew I knew it. When her brother graduated he told me his sister was coming to Kingsport the next winter to take music, and asked me if I would look after her a bit, as she knew no one and would be very lonely. So I did. And then I liked Christine for her own sake. She is one of the nicest girls I’ve ever known. I knew college gossip credited us with being in love with each other. I didn’t care. Nothing mattered much to me for a time there, after you told me you could never love me, Anne. There was nobody else—there never could be anybody else for me but you. I’ve loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.”

“I don’t see how you could keep on loving me when I was such a little fool,” said Anne.

“Well, I tried to stop,” said Gilbert frankly, “not because I thought you what you call yourself, but because I felt sure there was no chance for me after Gardner came on the scene. But I couldn’t—and I can’t tell you, either, what it’s meant to me these two years to believe you were going to marry him, and be told every week by some busybody that your engagement was on the point of being announced. I believed it until one blessed day when I was sitting up after the fever. I got a letter from Phil Gordon—Phil Blake, rather—in which she told me there was really nothing between you and Roy, and advised me to ‘try again.’ Well, the doctor was amazed at my rapid recovery after that.”

Anne laughed—then shivered.

“I can never forget the night I thought you were dying, Gilbert. Oh, I knew—I KNEW then—and I thought it was too late.”

“But it wasn’t, sweetheart. Oh, Anne, this makes up for everything, doesn’t it? Let’s resolve to keep this day sacred to perfect beauty all our lives for the gift it has given us.”

“It’s the birthday of our happiness,” said Anne softly. “I’ve always loved this old garden of Hester Gray’s, and now it will be dearer than ever.”

“But I’ll have to ask you to wait a long time, Anne,” said Gilbert sadly. “It will be three years before I’ll finish my medical course. And even then there will be no diamond sunbursts and marble halls.”

Anne laughed.

“I don’t want sunbursts and marble halls. I just want YOU. You see I’m quite as shameless as Phil about it. Sunbursts and marble halls may be all very well, but there is more ‘scope for imagination’ without them. And as for the waiting, that doesn’t matter. We’ll just be happy, waiting and working for each other—and dreaming. Oh, dreams will be very sweet now.”

Gilbert drew her close to him and kissed her. Then they walked home together in the dusk, crowned king and queen in the bridal realm of love, along winding paths fringed with the sweetest flowers that ever bloomed, and over haunted meadows where winds of hope and memory blew.

-- Chapter XLI, Anne of the Island

4. Gilbert, I'm afraid I'm scandalously in love with you.

"Gilbert darling, don't let's ever be afraid of things. It's such dreadful slavery. Let's be daring and adventurous and expectant. Let's dance to meet life and all it can bring to us, even if it brings scads of trouble and typhoid and twins!"

Today has been a day dropped out of June into April. The snow is all gone and the fawn meadows and golden hills just sing of spring. I know I heard Pan piping in the little green hollow in my maple bush and my Storm King was bannered with the airiest of purple hazes. We've had a great deal of rain lately and I've loved sitting in my tower in the still, wet hours of the spring twilights. But tonight is a gusty, hurrying night . . . even the clouds racing over the sky are in a hurry and the moonlight that gushes out between them is in a hurry to flood the world.

"Suppose, Gilbert, we were walking hand in hand down one of the long roads in Avonlea tonight!"

Gilbert, I'm afraid I'm scandalously in love with you. You don't think it's irreverent, do you? But then, you're not a minister."

-- Chapter 9, Anne of Windy Poplars

5. Suitable Places

"(Are you sure you kiss me in suitable places, Gilbert? I'm afraid Mrs. Gibson would think the nape of the neck, for instance, most unsuitable.)”

-- Chapter 12, Anne of Windy Poplars

6. He narrowly escaped bursting with pride

"Anne, this is Captain Boyd. Captain Boyd, my wife."

It was the first time Gilbert had said "my wife" to anybody but Anne, and he narrowly escaped bursting with the pride of it. The old captain held out a sinewy hand to Anne; they smiled at each other and were friends from that moment. Kindred spirit flashed recognition to kindred spirit.

-- Chapter 6, Anne’s House of Dreams

7. Queen of my heart and life and home

"Gilbert, would you like my hair better if it were like Leslie's?" she asked wistfully.

"I wouldn't have your hair any color but just what it is for the world," said Gilbert, with one or two convincing accompaniments.

You wouldn't be ANNE if you had golden hair—or hair of any color but"—

"Red," said Anne, with gloomy satisfaction.

"Yes, red—to give warmth to that milk-white skin and those shining gray-green eyes of yours. Golden hair wouldn't suit you at all Queen Anne—MY Queen Anne—queen of my heart and life and home."

"Then you may admire Leslie's all you like," said Anne magnanimously.”

-Chapter 12, Anne’s House of Dreams

8.  Annest of Annes

But the best of all was when Gilbert came to her, as she stood at her window, watching a fog creeping in from the sea, over the moonlit dunes and the harbour, right into the long narrow valley upon which Ingleside looked down and in which nestled the village of Glen St. Mary.

"To come back at the end of a hard day and find you! Are you happy, Annest of Annes?"

"Happy!" Anne bent to sniff a vaseful of apple blossoms Jem had set on her dressing-table. She felt surrounded and encompassed by love. "Gilbert dear, it's been lovely to be Anne of Green Gables again for a week, but it's a hundred times lovelier to come back and be Anne of Ingleside."

-- Chapter 3, Anne of Ingleside

9. I couldn’t live without you

Anne felt like a released bird . . . she was flying again. Gilbert's arms were around her . . . his eyes were looking into hers in the moonlight.

"You do love me, Gilbert? I'm not just a habit with you? You haven't said you loved me for so long."

"My dear, dear love! I didn't think you needed words to know that. I couldn't live without you. Always you give me strength. There's a verse somewhere in the Bible that is meant for you . . . 'She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life.'"

Life which had seemed so grey and foolish a few moments before was golden and rose and splendidly rainbowed again. The diamond pendant slipped to the floor, unheeded for the moment. It was beautiful . . . but there were so many things lovelier . . . confidence and peace and delightful work . . . laughter and kindness . . . that old safe feeling of a sure love.

"Oh, if we could keep this moment for ever, Gilbert!"

"We're going to have some moments. It's time we had a second honeymoon. Anne, there's going to be a big medical congress in London next February. We're going to it . . . and after it we'll see a bit of the Old World. There's a holiday coming to us. We'll be nothing but lovers again . . . it will be just like being married over again. You haven't been like yourself for a long time. ("So he had noticed.") You're tired and overworked . . . you need a change. ("You too, dearest. I've been so horribly blind.") I'm not going to have it cast up to me that doctors' wives never get a pill. We'll come back rested and fresh, with our sense of humour completely restored. Well, try your pendant on and let's get to bed. I'm half dead for sleep . . . haven't had a decent night's sleep for weeks, what with twins and worry over Mrs. Garrow."

--Chapter 41, Anne of Ingleside

10. Old love light

DR. BLYTHE:- “The old, old love light that was kindled so many years ago in Avonlea ... and burns yet, Anne ... at least for me.” 

ANNE:- “And for me, too. And will burn forever, Gilbert.” 

-- Page 189, The Blythes Are Quoted

Feel free to respond to this post with any of your favorite shirbert moments that I missed!

[cafeacademia]

Love Between the Pages | Chapter 1

Blaise Zabini x Reader

Part summary: When Blaise is forced to attend the book club for a month for being caught up in Draco's bullying of the club, he finally has a chance to get to know the girl he likes, only now he's afraid that she's intimidated by him.

Warnings: Some bullying, Draco being Draco, mostly soft fluff though, lots of shyness

Word count: Approx 2000

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A/N: Hi loves!! Here's the first part to my first Blaise series!! I hope you all enjoy! If you'd like to be tagged, please click the link on my navigation post which is linked above!! Flash backs indicated with ***

“Detention!”

It was shouted harshly, at the top of her voice, shrill and full of rage as the three Slytherins stood in front of her, each looking decidedly guilty in their own ways. Draco stood up straighter, defiantly crossing his arms as he began to make the whole situation worse by arguing with Madam Pince. “You’re not even a real teacher, you can’t give us detention. My father will hear about this.” But while Draco went on and Theo attempted to appear like he was vaguely threatening next to his best friend, Blaise slowly blocked out the entire exchange, his eyes fixed on someone else, sitting on the other end of the library.

“That’s enough, Mister Malfoy, I will hear no more of this.” Madam Pince shouted. “You’ll all attend the book club as your punishment.” She asserted. “Book club?” He scoffed, “It’s hardly that bad.” “For a month.” Madam Pince interrupted him, making Draco and Theo look at her as if she’d grown an extra appendage. “A month?” Draco glowered, seething with anger.

But all while this was going on, Blaise had barely paid attention. He’d heard what she had said of course, but he was too distracted by a little Ravenclaw, sitting at the other end of the library. “Do you hear this, Zabini?” Draco asked, nudging his friend, the Slytherin boy quietly nodding and attempting to seem undistracted.

Why had Draco dragged him into this mess in the first place? All Blaise had been interested in was the pretty Ravenclaw he saw so often between the library bookshelves and somehow he’d been pulled into something so utterly stupid.

***

“What are you doing?” Draco asked, snatching the book out of Blaise’s hand. “Isn’t it obvious?” Blaise asked, raising a brow in annoyance as he took the book back from Draco and carefully pressed it against his chest. “You’re reading muggle novels.” “And?” “It’s for the mudbloods and blood traitors.” Draco spat. “And that’s why you’re not a Ravenclaw.” Blaise rolled his eyes. “You think this stuff is good?” Draco sounded genuinely confused. “They seem to.” Blaise nodded his head up towards the group that sat around a table, enjoying books together.

Draco glanced over at the group and while he didn’t know who they were, Blaise did. He’d seen you with your little book club in the library every week, but more specifically, he’d seen you in the library nearly every single day. If you weren’t studying, you were reading and enjoying a good book and judging by the books he had seen you with, you seemed to have a wide interest in a lot of different subjects and genres. Blaise was absolutely fascinated by you.

“Half of them are mudbloods.” Draco rolled his eyes. Blaise wanted to protest, he really did, but he knew it would cause more drama than it was worse by attempting to put Draco in his place. I was nearly always messy. “Let’s distract them a little, shall we?” Draco asked as he fished about in his robes for something he’d kept in his pocket just for the right occasion.

And that was when Blaise had been dragged into Draco’s shenanigans of throwing mini fireworks onto the book club’s table, Theo jumping in to laugh at them as they shrieked and scattered. But Blaise hadn’t laughed. He stood there, feeling like an idiot and an asshole, because you looked over at them with your book clutched protectively to your chest, a startled look in your eyes as you met his gaze. Fuck. Blaise was sure that whatever chance he had of ever speaking to you now was completely gone, especially as you gave him one last look before Neville Longbottom carefully tugged you and some of your group between the bookshelves.

***

“This is ridiculous.” Draco grumbled to himself as he entered the library the next afternoon, Blaise and Theo walking in behind him. Blaise looked up, searching the library for the little book club, his hands shoved in his trouser pockets in an attempt to seem relaxed, when really he felt rather pissed off. Stupid Malfoy and his stupid prejudice.

“Is this Madam Pince’s way of punishing them or us?” Hermione scoffed as she clocked the trio entering the library. Glancing over at Cho and Ginny, the pair gave you similar looks of discontent about the mere idea of having to spend just over an hour doing something you normally all found fun with a group of people that had just attacked your book club with mini fireworks. It seemed utterly backwards. “It feels like the latter.” Ginny muttered as the trio approached the table.

Discomfort settled over you, of course the three Slytherins intimidated you, you were shy and quiet and had never really spoken to them other than the odd interaction in class, and it didn’t help that Crabbe had made a point out of bullying you for being a muggleborn-know-it-all not long ago purely because of your blood status and house.

But while all three of the boys did intimidate you, there was something a little more intriguing about the tallest of the three. It hadn’t gone unnoticed that Blaise had at least somewhat of an interest in observing you and while others may find it uncomfortable, his gaze was not intimidating or offputting. In fact he seemed almost fascinated and you felt that the way he looked at you was warmer, much more than the way Draco did. But as you glanced up, only to catch his eyes and immediately look away out of shyness, you remembered that perhaps he wasn’t worth giving the time of day to. He had, afterall, been involved when Draco and Theo had thrown mini fireworks at your group the previous day and you didn’t recall ever seeing him trying to stop them.

But despite the way that Draco and Hermione clashed and the warning looks the boys got from Ginny while you scoured the shelves for a book to read, you slowly relaxed even with the initially unwelcome presence of the Slytherin boys.

Slowly as you began to explore the shelves, your fingers trailing over the spines of the books, discovering which title you might like to pick up this time for this week’s read, you gently pulled out an old copy of Jane Eyre. You weren’t expecting when you pulled the book off the shelf, to meet the eyes of Blaise Zabini, who stood, leaning back against the far bookshelf as he skimmed through the book in his hands, his eyes meeting yours only for a moment. You froze as soon as you saw his eyes on yours, feeling warmth blossom in your cheeks at the way he studied you calmly, his gaze gentle and soft as he looked at you, giving you the faintest hint of a smile before he looked back down at his book.

Blaise felt awful. You had looked so startled when he’d caught your eye through the bookshelves and he wondered if he intimidated you. He decided he couldn’t blame you if you were intimidated by him, he was friends with a group that were prone to picking on everyone. That combined with how shy you obviously were meant you were unlikely to approach anyone you weren’t comfortable with and Blaise felt even worse about the whole situation. What if you thought he was targeting you? Blaise knew he hasn’t exactly been subtle the times he had been gazing over at you on those afternoons in the library, those soft Thursday afternoons when the sun was in it’s golden hour, sending the most gentle and soft glow of warmth through the wobbled glass windows, casting a beautiful haze over you.

Blaise just hoped that attending the book club with you wasn’t enough to make you want to never speak to him full stop.

It was difficult for Blaise to admit though, that he was almost disappointed when the meeting ended, although he’d had quite enough of Granger and Malfoy’s hushed squabbling at one of the tables that Blaise had almost wanted to throw his book at them, though he wasn’t sure it was worth throwing his copy of Anne of Green Gables at them both.

But as he packed his borrowed book into his school bag, he caught you looking over at him from where you had been standing, a curious little look about you as you observed him, though you were quick to look away, a look of embarrassment on your features when you had seen he had noticed you before you began to walk away. “Wait a moment.” Blaise blurted it out as he quickly stepped into your pathway, startling you as you bumped into his chest and stumbled back a little, barely able to look up at him. “Merlin, I’m sorry.” He muttered, scared to touch you in case you didn’t want him to. “I just wanted to apologise for what happened yesterday, Malfoy was being a right git and I should have stopped him. I didn’t want to see you scared- your club scared.” He struggled to get it all out. While Blaise was confident, he was not the most chatty himself and apologising was not something he often found himself doing. Looking up at him, a little surprised at his apology, you just managed to look into his eyes for a moment before you focused back on the Slytherin green of his robe lining that was draped around his shoulders.

“Zabini, hurry up.” Theo drawled out as he leaned around the doorway to the library, Madam Pince shushing him as he lingered around the entrance. Blaise glanced over his shoulder at the boy dramatically leaning against the doorway before he turned back to you. “It’s alright.” You replied softly, a lot quieter than perhaps you had intended. You couldn’t hide your flustered reaction when you saw Blaise smile at the sound of your voice, his eyes lighting up and softening as he idly adjusted the bag on his shoulder. “I know the others are not interested in books but-.” “Blaaaiiise” Theo dragged out his name, the Slytherin boy in front of you sighing as he clenched his jaw a little. “Perhaps, would you like to read together?” He asked. Looking up at him, you smiled shyly, feeling rather flustered and giggly at the question, summoning all of your courage to respond to him. “Yes, perhaps.” You replied after a comfortable moment of silence. You wondered if he could tell he made you shy and giddy, or if it came off a little strange, but you supposed he wouldn’t be asking to read with you if he found you that weird.

And as Blaise gave you a quick goodbye, he walked off towards the exit, wearing a stoic face but on the inside, he was absolutely beaming. With three more weeks of the club to attend as punishment, there was plenty of time for you to hopefully warm up to him.

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Break my heart, Covey

Pairings: Lara Jean Song-Covey + Peter Kavinsky

Summary: Sort of, the getting back together scene that we all wanted to see.

Lara Jean had just told him, that she loved him - if it was possible, he would be floating on a hypothetical cloud (like in the romcoms that Lara Jean loves so much). He kissed her with as much love as he could give to her though his multiple kisses. Despite them being broken up, he still wanted to make sure that she would be getting home ok how that it has begun to snow.

When they'd pulled away, Peter rests his hand delicately on her cheek, looking into her eyes with his 'upgraded heart eyes' that Greg and Trevor had mocked him about. "Why did you come out? Isn't the party still happening?" He asked his other arm wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly to his body.

"I was going to go looking for you," she admits. He felt one of her hands that were wrapped around his neck move up into his hair and fiddled with the strands she found there. Gen had never played with his hair the entire they were together - Lara Jean was always playing with his hair, it made him so blissed out that he had fallen asleep on her a few times.

He gives her a smile, then planting a soft and loving kiss on her forehead. He had noticed her dress the moment she came rushing out of the front door of Belleview. "Let me have a look at you, Lara Jean," 

Peter takes her hand and raises it - a signal that she should twirl around. The tulle layers lifted when she spun around in a small circle. "Beautiful," he tells her, as the front door opened once more. A sweet older lady walked out.

"Lara Jean," she starts, before seeing the young woman in question in the arms of a young man who loves her with every fibre of his being. "I presume that this is your Peter," she gently asks, making Lara Jean looking up at Peter.

Peter gives her a hopeful smile. 'Your Peter'? Lara Jean's Peter, like how when Lara Jean met his grandma for the first time - she called her Peter's Laura Jean, despite the mispronunciation it made butterflies flutter. Were they back together? He could only hope and wish - wish on every four-leaf clover he could find; every shooting star that he sees, every wishbone he'd break and win; every birthday candle, eyelash and dandelion he would ever blow out or away. He would always be her Peter, a very large portion of his heart would always belong to her, he could easily see himself spending the rest of his life with her - he would be broke if she never took him back.

She smiled back at him, moving closer into his arms (even though there wasn't much room left to snuggle into), and then said, "Yeah, this is my Peter," Lara Jean almost echoed, and Peter felt his heart skyrocket. He had Lara Jean back! At this moment in time, he doesn't think he could be happier.

"I'm glad you two worked it out," she smiled, resting a hand on Lara Jean's shoulder. "Keep the dress, sweetheart, she tells Lara Jean, before going back inside.

Lara Jean smiles at the door, and turned back around to Peter - who asked her, "Who's that?"

"That's Stormy," Lara Jean told him, he'd hear a few stories about the sweet woman since Lara Jean started volunteering there. "It's John Ambrose's grandmother," she tells him and watches his eyebrows skyrocket into his hairline.

"Wow, I must admit she's doing well for her age," Peter says, pulling Lara Jean into his chest as she nuzzles her head into the said chest - he doesn't know why she does this, but it's the most adorable thing to him.

His girlfriend nods in his chest, then Peter's head came down to rest on top of hers. A gentle sigh, he feels completely at home in her arms. Lara Jean had told him that her 'dream man' was Gilbert Blythe from Anne of Green Gables. Because of her, he'd been reading the series, and was about to start Anne of Windy Poplars - but one thing that the character said, stuck with him.

'There would never be anyone for me but you'.

[quillsink]

lmao what more phases did you have

bestie let’s see

My ever after high phase in primary school, me and my friend invented like 17 OCs, wrote out the plot of a movie, this lasted for about a year. Oh we mailed the plot and OCs to the company lmao.

My Anne phase where I was obsessed with the anne of green gables book series, I’d reread all the books, Anne’s House of Dreams is fucking underrated.

My YouTube phase, I used to watch Wengie a lot?? I don’t know man I liked YouTube lmao.

My YouTube animator phase, lasted about a year, I used to watch TheOdd1sOut and Jaiden Animations all the time, I started learning how to animate as well but I suck at it lmfaoo, but yeah I’d rewatch their videos all the time! I know too much about James Rallison’s life.

My digital art phase, I learned how to use Procreate, ArtWithFlo and other Youtubers.

My art phase, I learnt basic anatomy from Jazza, this coincided with my digital art phase, I used to draw a lot lol.

My YouTuber phase, lasted about a year or two, I had two or three youtube channels with vlogs and challenges and shit, I’d put around 3 hours into filming and 8 hours into editing the average 10 minute video. I gave up because I realised I was doing it only for approval and I didn’t enjoy it lmao. That’s also why I gave up art and athletics!

My Little Women phase: I also read books like Anne of Green Gables, An Old Fashioned Girl, and Jo’s Boys, and I used the underlying messages of hiw to be good and stay positive to cope with my depression: see: me almost turning to christianity because of this.

My Gravity Falls phase, I got the journal and everything, got into fan content, obsessed with ciphers, I rewatched the episodes a LOT (i know the s2e1 almost by heart istg)

My The Owl House phase lasted for about a month and I got obsessed with it lmao. I’d watch edits and lumity compilations a lot.

Wait shit yeah there was also my Gilmore Girls phase! Didn’t really get into fan content for that but I loved it lmao.

My Hamilton musical phase, which lasted from october 2020 to january 2021, was at its peak in december. This is when I started reading a lot of fanfic, primarily on wattpad. I watched edits and would haunt the comments section on animatics, you betcha I’ve watched almost every Hamilton animatic by Ziksua and Szin. I used to scroll thru the Hamilton subreddit daily 😭

There was my Shera phase, lasted about a month.

My Kipo phase wasn’t that long, maybe a few weeks but yeah it’s worth mentioning.

In late Jan my Turn phase started, I watched AMVs and shit and was obsessed with the characters.

This is when my amrev phase started as well! And you know how that goes lmao

In around July/August this year my Friends phase started!

I probably missed out on a lot but yes, I’ve had many obsessions lmfao.