#makes you wonder how Amelia Bedelia would be as a mom

[rosie-love98]

Still Can't Help But Ship The Man With The Yellow Hat With Amelia Bedelia:

Just think of all the glorious chaos Amelia and George would get into.

[erwinsvow]

omg omg hi lovie!! I really loved your fic about secret bf rafe! I was wondering if you have a continuing part? If not Im literally on my hands and knees BEGGING for one!

oh my goodness this is so so so sweet!! you are SOOO nice thank you so much. i loved that lil fic so much :') i imagine they have lots of other encounters before that and also where they're almost caught.. & i think it's super goofy after everyone finds out. in my head one of the boys (i feel like jayj but maybe pope) also have a lil crush on her so it might be fun writing some stuff with rafe getting jealous/the boys getting jealous... what do you think!!!!!

yes of course of course of course. please let me know what else you'd like to see... for now i present how i imagine they met :) eee!

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The first time Rafe sees you, he's guiding Wheezie through the aisles of the library children's section.

"You know, Leah's mom lets her read Twilight. She said it's so good, she was up all night reading it."

"Yeah, well, Leah's mom also drinks too much wine at the club and probably forgot what that garbage is about. Find something here." Rafe glances through the books on the shelf, settling on a bright pink cover. "How's this? Strawberry Shortcake and the Sleepover?"

Wheezie makes a face at him.

"That's for, like, five year olds."

"Look, the pages are scented," he replies, ignoring her and flicking through the sheets to inhale the smell. He holds it over Wheezie's head, trying to entice her into picking it so they can get the hell out of here.

"No, Rafe, that's for little kids!"

"You're a little kid, incase you forgot."

"I'm not five anymore. I need to read what the big kids read. I bet they have Twilight here-"

"No way, Wheeze-" He's interrupted by the girl stocking the books on the shelves down the aisle.

"Excuse me?" you ask. It's quiet, like you don't want to impose.

At first, he's a little annoyed. You are imposing, because you're speaking over him trying to make sure Wheezie's childhood isn't getting destroyed by whatever the hell could be in those vampire books. But then he turns to answer you, and his snarky response dies in his throat. 

Rafe’s seen you before. He’s seen you on the beach and at the bonfire, nose in a book, sipping on a drink and keeping one eye on those dirty Pogues you call your friends. He’s never taken the time to notice you, though, not in passing. 

Rafe thinks he would remember if he’d noticed you then. You stand before him, a book in your hand, pretty eyes shining and a gentle smile gracing your face. You look nervous, like you don’t want to bother them. He thinks it’s sweet.

Wheezie looks up at him, mouth a little open, not replying. She pushes an elbow into the side of his leg.

“Are you gonna say anything?” He shoots a glare down at her.

“Yes?” he asks, and you approach them slowly. You’re wearing a lanyard around your neck, dangling over your short white dress and sweater, with a card hanging off the end that can only mean you work here.

“I just overheard and I was going to recommend some books for your age group, if you’d like?” you ask, looking down at Wheezie. Then you look up, glancing at him for approval.

“That would be great,” he replies, a little too quickly. You smile widely at Wheezie, guiding her to where you were organizing chapter books. 

About fifteen minutes later, Wheezie’s checking out at the counter with two Amelia Bedelia novels and another book about some girls who bake cupcakes. She’s using her very own library card, so Rafe stands back at the shelves, watching you sort the rest of the books on your cart while he leans against the frame.

“So, how long have you worked here, kid?” 

“Really?” you ask, glancing up from the Junie B. Jones book you were about to organize. “Are you really gonna try a pick-up line on me?”

“What’s so wrong with that?”

“I know who you are, Rafe. Are you really gonna hit on a dirty Pogue?” He blinks in surprise for a second. Maybe he underestimated you.

“So your little friends talk about me, huh? What exactly are they saying?”

“Contrary to what you might believe, Rafe, we don’t just sit around all day talking about you Kooks.” You turn to shelve the book, hiding a smile as you do. 

“Yeah, sure. Well you seem to know a lot about children’s books, that’s why I’m asking. I’m gonna be around here a lot.” You turn to stare at him for a second. “For Wheeze. She loves to read.”

“Yeah, sure.”

He notices Wheezie’s figure walking back towards him, three books tucked under her arm.

“Well, thanks for getting her away from that Twilight crap. Same time, next week?”

“Yeah, it’s a date,” you say, picking up another book. You only realize what you said a few seconds too late. “Wait, not-”

“Yeah, kid.” Rafe smiles at you, and you find it hard to look away. “It’s a date. See you then.”

He walks away with his sister, leaving you to wonder what you just got yourself into.

[allthatglittersisnotgoldrush]

for the analysis of a scene- the passage in Dust, Lit Like Stars, where Caranthir tries desperately to make a stew for the fam, but it fails. I felt like there was so much unseen symbolism in that, and was wondering if he too shares Mae's foresight, or at least just a little, and unknown?

Hello!!! Oh I am so glad you asked about this fic, thank you! (All anyone has to do is display positive interest in our Caranthir and they are IMMEDIATELY on my good side lol)

[note: there is a rambling commentary below, but if you are pressed for time and want only the funny part of the story skip till the very end]

I wouldn’t say that Caranthir has any significant piece of Mae’s kind of foresight, as he is a boy who cherishes the good things of the past and who is very practically concerned with the present and the immediate future. Looking far ahead or trying to guess the meaning of a flash of foresight is not really his thing, so even if he has a little in him through his bloodline, I don't believe he would even realize the presence of such a gift (or curse). This dream is mostly just the ill result of poor Caranthir being written by yours truly. I often have vivid dreams myself, so my son has to suffer the consequences. But hey, at least I let him cook? One of his favorite pastimes that also has great meaning for him because his mom taught him?

I know, I know, it’s not a particularly happy dream. Caranthir, especially these days in Mithrim, is so focused on holding the remnants of his family together that it just makes sense for him to have a dream about his struggle to do so. Unfortunately for him, even in his dreams his efforts have hardly any effect, and all his brothers leave him except for Mae.

(Sorry Caranthir, I feel bad that you made that stew like 10 times in your dream and in the end it didn’t even matter *cue Linkin Park music*. You tried so hard. I just needed you to be as stressed out as I used to get when I would have dreams where I try to warn family of some impending danger and they just won’t listen, and instead do something like calmly continue to eat dinner when I KNOW the house will burn down at 7 o’clock. Someone needs to teach you how to take control of your dreams.)

Anyway, I had a lot of fun coming up with the dream elements that make a regular scene somewhat weird. For example, Caranthir notices the blue cornflower bowl, which he thought his mom left in Formenos—and so she had. But I had just mentioned the bowl in the fic “trinity knot” and I wanted to bring it into this one just to flavor continuity. Also, in the dream, Caranthir actually cracks the bowl because he is being too forceful in dredging the meat. If this was his real life, Caranthir would be devastated that he broke a favorite thing of his mother’s, and would probably have immediately gone and placed a piece of it in his treasure box, but here he just is like what the heck there I go again. (Perhaps subconsciously he knew that this was a dream?)

Sorry I am sort of rambling and am on so little sleep that I cannot think to make any of the promised puns but this is my commentary so whatever I can do what I want.

I love getting Maedhros and Caranthir in the same room together, even if it is just a paragraph or two in a dream. Way, way back, in “a certain slant of light (where the meanings are)”, Mae saved young Caranthir from having to eat the nasty turnips Feanor had made, even though he ended up vomiting later because of it. I think this scene was and is so important to the brothers’ relationship because, if Caranthir did not already hero-worship his Maitimo in the way that younger brothers often do to their cool older brothers, he did after that. (I say younger brothers, but, fam, you don’t know how much I admired MY cool older brother, and still do.)

Anyway, I think that earlier scene just really cemented Caranthir’s love for and loyalty to Mae, and ever since, he has been looking for ways to repay Mae’s attentive love, even down to cooking stew for him in a dream, or snatching away a match before he burns himself. Caranthir really should stay by Mae’s side forever!

Agh it is midnight I am sleep deprived and also have to get up early, I have got to stop rambling. However, let me tell you one last thing! I was like, Maglor should come in while Caranthir is making the stew, and suddenly, for no good reason, like, I have NO idea where this came from, I thought of the maid Amelia Bedelia.

Amelia Bedelia was a character in kids’ books who took EVERYTHING literally, and she would always come this close to losing her job in a wealthy household because of her numerous ridiculous mistakes. (Her saving grace was the fact that she made excellent cherry tarts or something like that.) Anyway, in one story, the employer asks her to make a date cake. So what does Amelia do but take a calendar and cut out the dates to put in her batter! The memory of that story cracked me up so much I immediately had dream Maglor cut up his music into Caranthir’s stew. It seemed about the silly dramatic sort of thing he would do! In a dream of course, never in real life. Probably. Well. :/

Thanks for the ask, hope you enjoyed this commentary, provided to you by Victoryindeath2!

[girlmoss-blog]

nobody’s gonna know i’m awake but if i had to change my name i’d change it to roo like roo from winnie the pooh and right now my favorite colors are brown and yellow and i don’t like boys i only want to talk to girls and be near girls and when i was little i loved to watch max and ruby and clifford and pingu and maggie and the ferocious beast and wow wow wubbzy and matilda and charlotte’s web and milo and otis and it’s a wonderful life and i loved to read rotten ralph and amelia bedelia and madeline and olivia the pig and mcduff and you are special and if you give a mouse a cookie and my favorite foods were pb & js and cut up fruit & noodles with butter & my dad’s oatmeal & popsicles & cream of wheat & uncle bill’s homemade meatballs that he taught me how to make & funnel cake & my favorite candies were fundip & gummies & cherry altoids & werther’s caramels & hard strawberry drops & anything tart or chewy and my favorite holiday was christmas because i loved watching rudolph and making reindeer food and making cookies and pouring milk and staying up late for santa and i liked climbing trees and swimming and playing on my treehouse and my trampoline and on the swings by the church and i miss the fuzzy white table that used to be downstairs and i miss my room that my mom decorated for me and i miss my best puppy hampton who would hide with me under my desk when i was scared and i miss finger painting and doing multiplication and learning cursive and if i was an animal i would probably be a little brown bear or a bee or a little brown rabbit or a small kangaroo or some type of mouse or a small tired deer with messy hair & i used to love the children’s museum & stealing my mom’s lipstick and never brushing my hair & pretending to be chased around the basement & thinking a lot about girls & when i grew up i wanted to work in my own cafe & i’m so tired all the time now but i’m not always sad because i’m not a sad person & i just want to live a tiny bit too so i can talk about things and maybe make people laugh & maybe go outside or draw stuff & my name is olivia but you can call me lib or libby or liv & i miss my parents but i don’t think i should tell them that