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eldritch-nightmare · 8 months

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Hi! So sorry to bother but could I get something for the puppeteer, in in his story he dated emmra but once he Is a ghost...it's kind of unclear?? I HOPE THAT MAKES SENDE haha. But could I get something that's like..."other woman" vibes. Like he has his s/o but Emmras feeling not to happy for him

a/n: the 'ricky when i catch you ricky' audio is me at the puppeteer. i've been thinking about this since the moment i saw this in my inbox.

emra is the other woman. (the puppeteer x gn!reader)

warnings: emra refers to the puppeteer as jonathan, this is in her pov btw, more of a small character study on emra than anything else im sorry, it's not cheating because they aren't together anymore but it still hurts, emra and the reader form a platonic bond because she deserves it okay, emra injures herself, monophobia.

In the beginning, when she still loved him, Emra was certainly upset that Jonathan was interested in someone other than her. She was so devoted to him as both a proxy and a lover, so why was he messing around with someone else?

She would get saddened just at the mention of your name because she knew that Jonathan no longer held the love he used to have for her. She wanted to be happy for him, and she put on the facade that she was, but how could she be? She no longer had a heart, but it still ached.

He's dating you, and yet he still uses Emra's love for him against her. She does whatever he demands because she loves him. She needs him to know that she loves him.

But as time went on, Emra came to realize that the Jonathan she loved was dead and gone. The man before her was The Puppeteer. A vile, evil being who will stop at nothing to torment the lives of innocent people.

She grew to despise him. In his eyes, she was still a devoted doll for him to use whenever he so needed. He thought she still harbored feelings of love a devotion, but there was nothing there except for hatred.

A part of her wanted to despise you as well, but she knew it wasn't your fault. If anything, you're as much of a toy to him as she is. She knows that your life is in danger now that you're with Jonathan. You're sweet to her, and you're sweet to Zachary. She's grown to care about you. She would hate for something to happen to you.

Whenever she's alone with you, she always tries to hint that you should run while you can. She can mimic your appearance while you get as far away as possible, she'll be fine. Jonathan would never kill her fully. She is his masterpiece.

She and Zachary will never be able to escape him. They're in too deep to leave now. But you? You still have a chance. You should take it, and soon.

Emra hurt herself. Emra was alone, and she had accidentally hurt herself while practicing an old dance routine. She could only stare blankly at the broken pieces of porcelain on the floor. She's lucky that it was only her fingers that had broken off when she hit the floor.

She was alone. Jonathan wasn't here. He never was, not anymore. Zachary was off spending time with Rosemary, so he wasn't around to patch her up either. She could try doing it herself, but Jonathan told her to never fix herself up because it would only make things worse.

So, she just sat on the stage of the theatre, staring down at the little pieces of her broken fingers. She doesn't know when Jonathan will visit her again, so she can only hope that Zachary comes back soon.

She looked up from the broken pieces of porcelain when she saw a shadow looming over her. She meets your gaze, and she's a bit surprised to see you. She looks around momentarily, searching for Jonathan only to see he wasn't around.

"Where's Jona--" She pauses, cutting herself off before quietly continuing, "Where's the Puppeteer?" She questions. It was rather rare to see you without him lurking around nearby.

"Hm? Oh, he's off with a new..." Whatever words you intended on saying died in your throat as you kneeled down to the ground and carefully began picking up the pieces of broken porcelain. It was clear that you still weren't used to dating a killer, not yet willing to verbalize that he was off torturing some innocent soul.

"Ah..." She watches you for a moment, expression unable to change even though she feels confused, "What... are you doing here then?"

"Well, I thought I'd come and pay you a visit since everyone else is so busy." You casually explain, picking up the last bits of porcelain before standing up and offering your free hand to Emra, "Besides, I was feeling... lonely." You add, helping Emra to her feet when she accepts your hand.

She had expected you to pull away from her after that, but instead you just gently squeezed her hand and guided her off the stage. She just silently stared at the back of your head as you guided her through the Puppeteer's Theatre.

She wasn't paying much attention to wherever you were taking her, too caught up in the fact that she wasn't alone anymore to really give a damn about anything else.

Emra only really began paying attention to her surroundings when she felt you let go of her hand. For a moment, there was a spike of panic in her chest. Are you leaving too? The panic subsides when she realizes you were just letting go of her hand to pull out a seat for her.

That's when she also realized that you had brought her to Jonathan's workshop. It's where he always took her whenever he needed to fix a chip or a crack. Emra couldn't help but feel dread building up in her as she thought about how he might react when he saw that three of her fingers had broken off.

Even if they were no longer in love, Emra is his masterpiece.

She silently watched as you moved around the room, gathering what seemed to be glue and tweezers, along with other things that she normally saw Jonathan use whenever he would fix up a crack or chip.

"What are you doing?" She asked, even though the answer was obvious.

"Well, Puppeteer isn't here, and who knows when he'll come back, so... I'm gonna make a temporary fix for your fingers until then, okay? It probably feels uncomfortable without them, right?" Your response is so casual as you sit down at the desk inside the room, already beginning your process of carefully reconstructing the pieces of porcelain.

Emra couldn't lie to you and tell you that she wasn't feeling pain because she was. It hurt more than anything she's ever felt before, and she can't even show it in her expression. She just sat there silently as she watched you work, watching how you carefully inspected each piece to make sure they lined up correctly before gluing them together. She watched as you held the pieces together as you waited for the glue to dry before you moved on to the next set of pieces.

You were so careful with everything, and you even happily talked to Emra while you worked. You told her about your everyday life and told her about all the interesting things you've learned recently. Jonathan was always silent when he fixed her. She liked having that silence filled. It was... nice.

To be honest, she thought you would've hated her. I mean, she's Jonathan's ex. She was still in love with him when she first met you, and she still pretends to be in love with him because it's all she knows how to do now. She certainly wasn't your biggest fan in the beginning, if we're being honest here.

You treated her with so much kindness that it made her feel bad for ever wanting to hate you.

"Why are you dating Jona--The Puppeteer?" She suddenly asks. The question even caught her off guard. She saw you pause, glancing up at her before returning your focus to the pieces of porcelain you were gluing together, "I'm sorry. That was a rude thing to ask." She quickly apologized.

"I love him." You respond.

"Pardon?"

You let out a soft sigh, motioning for Emra's hand. She holds it out for you, and you place the first finger back in its spot, holding it in place while you wait for the glue to dry. You didn't seem upset with her question, which calmed her nerves a bit.

"I'm dating him because I love him." And you say it like it's the easiest thing ever. And... maybe it is.

"Ah..." She stares down at her hand, contemplating your words. There were so many things she wanted to say in response.

You shouldn't.

You need to leave him.

He'll only hurt you like he hurt me.

Escape while you still can.

I don't want you getting hurt.

But all those words refused to come out. Instead, all she could say in response was, "He is easy to love, isn't he?"

And silence falls between the two of you. It doesn't last for long, because once you place the next finger on her, you're recounting a happy memory from your childhood with the smallest smile on your face.

Once all three fingers were placed back on her, you brought her back to the stage of the theatre and the two of you just sat together while you continued your conversation. It wasn't until Zachary came back that you finally left, waving Emra goodbye as you promised to stop by again soon to continue where you left off.

And late into the night, the Puppeteer would stop by to check up on Emra after he learns of her... injuries. He had brought her back to his workshop to inspect the work you had done earlier that day, carefully studying her hand with a look of genuine awe on his expression.

You had done such a good job at repairing Emra's injuries that he only had to make a few minute fixes himself. It was clear in his expression that he was proud of you, and that just... made Emra worry.

"You're in love with them, aren't you?" This time, she wasn't caught off guard by her own question. She meant to ask it. The Puppeteer paused his inspection, his glowing eyes snapping up to meet her own.

He likes to think that he can hide his 'weak' emotions pretty well, but Emra has known him for years now. She knows the signs; she knows how to read him better than anyone else.

She doesn't miss the way his lips always twitch upwards whenever you're around. She doesn't miss the look of genuine content on his face whenever he's with you. She certainly doesn't miss the way his gaze always seemed to linger on you.

"Don't speak such nonsense." Is his response. That was enough of an answer for her.

The Puppeteer was in love with you. It was obvious.

He sends her off shortly after, and Emra is alone once more. She had much to think about.

#anon #emra #emra & reader #the puppeteer x reader #the puppeteer x you #the puppeteer #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta

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skyetenshi · 8 months

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Hier kommt meine völlig spontane Liebeserklärung an die Wolfsgesicht folge. Ich hab die Folge so nebenbei gehört und komplett überrascht festgestellt, wie gut die ist. Dabei habe ich die nie auf dem Schirm gehabt. Wie alle Folgen meiner Kindheit habe ich die in meinem Leben ein paar dutzend Mal gehört, aber nie als eine meiner Favos im Kopf gehabt.

Die fängt schon so super an: Justus wird im Pelzgeschäft von Polizisten überwältigt, die ihm fast die Arme auskugeln. Und da kommen wir schon zu diesem wunderschönen Moment.

Cotta: *geschockt* Justus! *zu Kollegen* Lassen Sie den Jungen los! Der ist ganz gewiss nicht der Täter.

Polizist, gereizt: Wie bitte?

Cotta: Tut mir leid, Justus, tut mir leid. Hast du dich verletzt?

Justus: Ich mich eigentlich weniger, eher diese beiden Kampfstiere da.

Cotta: Haha, na deinen Humor hast du zum Glück nicht verloren. Weißt du Justus das sind... Nun ja Kollegen von mir. Polizisten.

Mr laurent: Aber Inspektor, das ist doch der Räuber.

Cotta: Nein, bestimmt nicht Mr Laurent, dass ist. Justus Jonas ein guter Freund von mir.

Ich weiß nicht, warum ich diese Folge nicht als so fantastisch auf dem Schirm hatte, wie sie eigentlich ist. Allein, dass Cotta Justus als einen guten Freund ausgibt und ihm gegenüber sehr verlegen mitteilt, dass Justs Angreifer seine Kollegen sind ist schon eine Perle in sich. Aber das Justus die Polizisten praktisch als Bullen bezeichnet, ohne irgendeine Art von Reaktion auszulösen ist auch großartig. Aber es geht weiter.

(Warum Justus im Pelzladen ist, wird übrigens nicht verraten, nur dass er vor Jahren mit Mathilda schon mal da gewesen ist. Irgendwie sehe ich Mathilda nicht als eine Frau mit Pelzmantel. Vor allem Pelzmantel wofür? Die harten kalifornischen Winter? Wer kennt sie nicht? Wie halten sich eigentlich Pelzläden in Kalifornieren?)

Außerdem gibt Mr Laurent der Besitzer an, dass er Justus als Mathildas Neffen erkannt hat, aber gleichzeitig, meinte er vorher zu Cotta, dass Justus der Räuber sei? Der hat ja einen guten Eindruck der Familie Jonas.

Ich liebe in dieser Folge die ganze Interaktion zwischen Cotta und den Jungs. Miss Harding, die Polizei Psychologin aus LA wird, wie ein Fremdkörper behandelt, während Cotta und die drei vollstes Vertrauen teilen. Außerdem hält Cotta die Jungs mal nicht wirklich von dem Fall ab. Angeblich weil er sich schuldig fühlt, dass Justus angegriffen wurde. Aber vielleicht hofft er auch nur Miss Harding schneller wieder nach LA schicken zu können.

Cotta fragt die ??? [wie Peter erfreut feststellt] zum Ersten Mal um Hilfe bei einem Fall und holt sie persönlich vom Eingang der Polizeistation ab. Als sie dann zu dritt die Polizeipsychologin treffen eskaliert das Ganze aber und sie werden (mit guten Gründen) vom Fall gekickt. Eingeschnappt und zickig sind sie trotzdem und Cotta bemüht sich, um sie wieder zu beruhigen, und läd sie dafür zu einem Polizeifest ein.

(Weil drei Teenager nichts lieber tun, als auf die Betriebsfeier einiger Erwachsener zu gehen. Siiiicher. Meine social anxiety dreht Pirouettchen.)

Abgesehen davon hat diese Folge aber so viele fantatische Interaktionen, so ziemlich alles mit Cotta, aber auch wie sich Peter und Bob, um die letzte Cola im Eisfach kloppen, und den kaputt gehenden Glasbären von Reynolds.

Desweitern hat Bob eine Sammlung Berühmter Fälle der Kriminalgeschichte mit mindestens zwei Bänden. Ich kann mich leider nicht daran erinnern, dass dieser Fakt jemals wieder vorkommt. Und kaum hat Bob recherchiert, darf auf Justus ran. Im Internet. Mit Modemgeräuschen. ❤ Und den Erotikangeboten. Again, i love the bickering between Peter&Bob.

Zur Party tragen sie dann neue Jeans und bunte Hemden... was fast schon wieder modern ist, aber in meinem Kopf gerade zu knallig aussieht. Aber egal. Cotta gefällt das: "Ihr seht aber schick aus."

Und es folgt wieder wunderschönes Necken unserer drei boys. Hauptsächlich Bob und Peter, während Justus einen Geistesblitz hat.

Bob: "Ah, ist ja spitze so ein Polizeifest. Hey Just, was machst du denn für ein

Gesicht?"

Justus: "Hm."

Peter: "Justus."

Bob: "Ist dir immer noch die Harding auf den Magen geschlagen?" lacht "Schau

dir unseren Kollegen an, Zweiter."

Peter: "Ziemlich bleich."

Bob: "Der zieht ja nen ganz schönen Flunsch."

Peter: "Ich glaube er braucht ne Cola."

Justus: "Verdammt, das ist es!"

Peter: "Na, hörst du's, der Erste hat Durst. Hol ihm was, Dritter."

Bob: "Nein, ich hol ihm jetzt nichts."

Justus: "Ach Quatsch mit dem Durst. Wolfsgesicht!"

Peter: "Huh?"

Bob: "Was? Was?"

Als die Jungs auf dem Fest dann auf Miss Harding treffen, entschuldigt diese sich sogar, was Justus aber nciht wirklich annimmt und als Peter meint, dass sie eigentlich ganz nett ist, kommt der Goldsatz von Justus: "Nun verteidige die tyranische Ziege auch noch!" Ach, ein Herzchen, dieser Justus Jonas.

Als es dann auf dem Fest etwas spannender wird hat Peter die weltbewegende Erkenntnis: Ich scheine Problem geradezu anzuziehen., was aber gleich von Justus und Bob abgeschmettert wird.

Sie stellen den Einbruch in den Waffenraum der Polizei fest und dürfen mit in den Waffenraum? Ich meine, Cotta ist dabei aber sollte das nicht off limits sein?

Egal. Das dritte Verbrechen wird dangekündigt - Cotta, du Pflaume! XD

Und ähm Justus erzwingt, dass er bei einer Polizeiaktion dabei sein darf, weil er sonst der Polizei nicht verrät, dass er vermutet, dass es einen Mordanschlag auf den Präsidenten geben wird. Ein wenig... zweifelhafte Methode seinen Willen zu bekommen, an dieser Stelle von Justus. Außerdem etwas seltsam. Er verlangt, dass alle drei dabei sein dürfen, ist dann aber nur alleine dabei weil Bob und Peter "zum Strand" wollen. Bob und Peter beschatten natürlich einen Verdächtigen, was Cotta bestimmt weiß, denn ich kann mir nicht vorstellen, dass er von dieser dämlichen Ausrede überzeugt war.

Cotta vergleicht Justus noch mal mit Miss Harding, was Justus nicht so richtig gut findet XD

Und im Endeffekt lösen sie den Fall gegen den Polizsiten gone rogue ❤ und seinen Komplizen in dem Peter dem Komplizen die Waffe abnimmt. Herlich.

Und zu guter letzt darf Justus noch die schöne Helena entblättern. Wenn das mal keine Folge war.

Ich liebe so viel an dieser Folge. Angekündigte Verbrechen, einen Polizisten gone rogue, lustige und süße Interaktionen zwischen den Jungs und Cotta, den Themesong als Instrumental backgroundmusic, ein eingeschnappter Justus, Die drei ??? mal wieder an einer Waffe, höchst zweifelshafte Erpressungsmethoden.

❤

Ich weiß wirklich nicht, wie diese Erkenntnis mich erst jetzt treffen konnte, aber ich mag die Folge richtig gerne.

#die drei ???#die drei fragezeichen #justus jonas #peter shaw #bob andrews #inspektor cotta #Wolfsgesicht

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scoonsalicious · 7 days

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okay, thoughts on the latest happenings hmm, first off, I love Tony and Pocket's brother-sister dynamic, it's so funny and sweet. If it were me, I would've asked for a house and a retirement fund and a bunch more but then again, she is already working for Stark Industries, so I think she's already set lmao. And obviously, we already knew Tony didn't authorize the shit Joseph just pulled, but I'm still not buying the fact that she did it alone. I mean, she could've since she's well capable, but something is still very fishy about it.

which brings me to Steveioli (I really like the nickname now, it flows off the tongue so well), hmm, okay, I don't think he's that bad now, but still keeping one eye open because I still don't trust him. Which brings me to my first theory, I feel like this short interaction between him and Pocket is going to cause something. And Juniper will be the one pulling the strings because lol the manipulative sack of shit she is. Like, she's probably good with tech too, so what if she managed to get footage of the dance, or just Steve walking Pocket to her room and then show it to Bucky? (or maybe Steve would give it himself but i digress) And I fear that's going to trigger something ESPECIALLY knowing how Jocelyn is going to spin it. And yeah technically Bucky and Pocket aren't together albeit the blurred lines with this friendship, so she doesn't really owe him anything. But, I wished she could've told Bucky about the interaction with Steve first so he knows the truth of what happened before Jennifer manages to twist it. AGAIN THEORY. But I really do have a feeling Something is going to trigger Bucky to do something rash (not cheat, but I can't pinpoint as to what yet. Maybe some harsh words being spoken or him defending Jomar again). Either way, it's going to be related to Steve because he always seems to be a sensitive topic.

Also, to add, why was my danger alert flaring when Steve handed Pocket that lemonade? Is that me being paranoid? lol but then again, we don't really know what's going on with Pocket being sick so maybe I'm just reaching. But since I have an inkling that she was given something, I'd be wary of accepting drinks from anyone. ESPECIALLY the person who's still madly in love and probably has a secret mission to break a relationship for good. But hey, maybe that's just me.

And I'm so anxious as to what's going to happen on the mission. (help as i was typing this a theory came to mind) What if Bucky gets badly hurt because Jakari sabotages it just like she did with Rhodey? But instead of Bucky being mad at her, he's still going to defend her? Say something about it wasn't her fault blah blah blah and it's going to anger Pocket especially if badly is hurt. OR OR ON THE FLIP SIDE, what if Judith intentionally hurts herself and make it look like Bucky didn't defend her or somehow makes a spin that it was his fault? THEN he'd start taking care of her, not because of anything fishy or feeling wise, but because he feels GUILTY and feels like he HAS to which, goes back to what you said about the way he followed through with his actions. Idk idk I'm probably reaching and I could be so so wrong haha sorry i'm just a theory girly

But anyways, CONGRATS ON FINISHING THE FIC. that's a great achievement you should definitely celebrate! Though I do get this would bittersweet though. But hey, don't be sad that it's over, be glad it happened. Keep doing what you're doing! you're amazing, lots of love!

— Jnon 🤍

Jnon! Hearing from you never fails to make my day! NEVER. I love you and you're perfect. I love writing Tony and Pocket. They bring me so much joy with their banter. Right now, though, Pocket's got no need for a house. I leaned on it much more in earlier drafts, but Pocket's fucking loaded. Like, she may not be a billionaire, but she aint' hurtin', lol. Obviously, Tony didn't send Joe Jonas to Russia; he hates her almost as much as Pocket does at this point, but as for whether or not she got in on her own... well, we shall have to wait and see!

As for Steveioli, it does roll off the tongue so smoothly! There are definitely repercussions concerning his encounter with Pocket at the gala, which you'll start hearing about this afternoon! I want to say so much more, but EEP! I cannot not! I will say, the lemonade, like the Thai food, was safe. No worries there. It was more like Steve trying to make a point to Pocket that he knows her so well. Pathetically. Your theories as to what could happen on the mission with Bucky and Jabba the Hut are fantastic; I wish I had come up with any one of them, but I did not. :( And finally, THANK YOU SO MUCH! I had a moment yesterday where I typed the final sentence and was just like "shit; now what do I do with my life?" I'm pleased to say, I'm ten pages in to With Friends Like These already, so I think we'll be good, lol. And while I was so happy to finally be rid of The Famous Jett Jackson (wow-- that's a throwback; I'm old), I'm nowhere near done with Pocket, I think. I love her too much, lol. As always, I love getting your responses. They make my day! J'scoons

#unwanted #jnon report

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i-bring-crack · 8 months

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AU where Cha and Woo get their memories back the moment the rewind happened (Um shenanigans shenanigans Blame the Rulers, Last Chance things got quirky) and now they have to go get Jin-Woo before he does something stupid, aka go alone to fight the Monarchs.

Sadly he went really fast so, with the help of the Rulers (haha Jinwoo revealed Jinchul too much during that exchange. Haha Jinchul and Haein may have just accidentally crashed at Jinwoos place so that Ill Hwan can provide them with all the information about how to contact a Ruler or their envoys haha Jinwoo is screwed.) they go and create their own systems to help them level up and eventually be strong enough to help him win the war.

Yes they trust Jin-Woo to absolutely be fine after this (debated, they are, in fact, extremely worried about him but don't show it because they don't want to alert the other too much and besides Hunter Cha/ Chief Woo knew Jin-Woo the most/longest so if they aren't panicking why should they? They are so stupid fr.)

The Ruler eventually agrees to help him catch the architect and gives them a bit of their powers, however since both of them are extremely weak by... well by all standards really, they weren't national Rank and only one of them is s rank... and she is still a child— The Ruler tells them that they have to go with the help of the vessels: Liu Zhigang, Christopher Reed, Thomas Andre, Siddhart Bachchan, Jonas and

"No... I'll go for Go Gun Hee in his stead."

[... Human ... Woo Jin Chul, your body will already suffer the most from the system, do you truly think you can hold the power of the Brightest Fragment inside you?]

"I... I don't. But the Chairman... The Former Vessel isn't able to do much either, and... besides my body can take on enough damage, his is just recovering."

He doesn't want to loose him a second time.

And who knows what Jin-Woo will say when he hears Gun-Hee has joined the battle again.

The Cha Raises his hand. "I will take in half of the Brightest Fragment's power, so that way we both don't suffer any after effects."

[Hmm. What Do you say, brother?]

[... If Sung Ill Hwan was able to become as strong as one of the monarchs under our guidance, then so can the other vessels... However, The new Shadow Monarch is someone who would rather put himself above everything before sharing his burden with anyone else. He won't be easily convinced to let you all fight alongside him. And... He also asked us to protect every human here as kuch as possible, that includes you two and the vessels. Despite all that, will you still be willing to go against him and try to become strong enough to help him?]

Without a doubt, Cha Hae-In and Woo Jin-Cheol already had the answer.

#solo leveling #cha hae in #woo jin chul #sung jin woo #chulwoo #jinhae #for the winnn #chulhae but like much later #when both are fighting the outer gods because yeah they appeared #to ruin it all why not #they want to hurt jinwoo and Jinchul and haein are like nahhhhh #get boinked #jinchul sends text messages to ill hwan about jinwoos status from afar #haein and the architect go from enemies to friends (reluctant) to friends (positive) to game boddies #buddies #lmao Jinwoo and Antares are fighting. and Haein unable to wait just goes to help kick antares' ass #worst reunion ever #jinchul~~~suffering~~~from the ruler~~ effects~~#because of tjis haein gets worried that too much fighting will inevitably end up killing jinchul so they opt for other options #blackmail #bribery #diplomatic teatries #breaking geneva conventions for peace

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someone-elsa · 1 year

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Speak your language day (Puhu kieltäsi -päivä)

Part 1 of 2 (read part 2 here)

Like my last year's post, this happens in Swemland too (a country somewhere north of the nameless country where my story Something about us mostly takes place). Jonas (the blond dude) has appeared in Alex's flashbacks. He's a (secular!) godparent to Crown prince Magnus and Samira's son, Pontus. Jonas and Magnus are distantly related (like fourth cousins). Magnus' mom is Queen Dagmar II of Swemland.

Swemland has two official languages: Swemlish (Swedish) and Fimmish (Finnish), and most citizens speak both fluently. Though Swemlish would be more natural to these guys, they speak Fimmish today :>

And it's May Day again (like in my SYLD post for 2021, I'll think of something new for 2024!) 🙈 Tbf, these folks have little posher May Day celebrations than my main characters did. I talked about the caps they’re wearing in this post. It may sound like everyone wears them on May Day but definitely not! Only like half of Finns take the matriculation examination at all and not even all of them wear the cap after their graduation. But I’m one of those who do, so of course my sims do too! Balloons are important part of May Day too (at least for kids, haha!).

Transcript and translation under the cut!

Jotakin meistä Extra Jonas Olkaas hyvä, pikku prinssi. Hyvää vappua! Pontus innostunutta taaperokikatusta* Samira Mitäs sanotaan, Pontus? Pontus … Magnus Heh. Eiköhän ne kiitokset sieltä tule. Samira Kiitos, Jonas. Jonas Mitä vain suosikkikummipojalleni. Pontus Äiti tä-tää on hienoin pallo ikinä! Samira Onhan se. Muistat kiittää Jonas-setää sitten myöhemmin. Magnus Vois käydä vähän kattoo maisemia ennen ku mutsi tulee… Jonas Hahah. Vaikka.

Translation

Note that the Finnish I used is spoken language so the translation isn’t 100% literal.

Jotakin meistä = Something about us

Jonas Here you go, little prince. Happy Mayday! Pontus Excited toddler giggling Samira What do you say, Pontus? Pontus … Magnus Hehe. The thanks will come eventually. Samira Thank you, Jonas. Jonas Anything for my favourite godchild. Pontus Mommy th-this is the neatest balloon ever! Samira It sure is. Remember to thank uncle Jonas later. Magnus We could take a walk before mom arrives... Jonas Ha ha. Sure.

#ts4 #the sims 4 #speak your language day simblr #suomisimppu #simblr #something about us extras

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clydefrogzz · 2 years

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Hey Sally! I just wanted to say I appreciate you for calling me out for being a "violent asshole". I am sorry for all the shit I put you through over the past couple of weeks (yelling at you at work, offering to break into your boss's house, take sleeping pictures of her, et cetera et cetera) 😬 There is no excuses for that B.S!!! Oh man this looks nice and it's 40% off anyway I don't think I'm going to do acting anymore. I found a new community with my Marine friends. I'm trying to move forward by going into the past like Marty McFly LOL. Sir you're talking too loud shit I'm sorry just please be quack ye shame Jonas Brothers haha fresh Sally I understand if you do not want to talk to me again. I will five you spaceship brittle teeth in the sunshine. Barry.

#barry #barry hbo #barry season 3 #barry spoilers #bill hader #barry berkman

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valoale · 3 months

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People I want to get to know better

Thank you for the tag my beloved @xx-thedarklord-xx ! 💞

Last song: Valentino by Olly Alexander

Favourite colour: maroon specifically slaps hard rn I drown myself in everything maroon

Last film/show: we watched the Chamber of Secrets and the Prisoner of Azkaban last night with my bestie and also watched Station 19 earlier lmao. But I’ve been marathoning Grey’s Anatomy for the past few weeks and I’m already almost through with the seventh season and I think I might need to see other people too

Sweet/savory/spicy: SPICY over anything I live and breathe for spicy food

Relationship status: single and I don’t wonder why haha

Last thing I googled: I searched info on Topiramate

Current obsession: do I need to even say it lmao I’m absolutely obsessed with the Grey’s AU and I’m drawing like crazy. It’s been fun

Last book: all three of Älä koskaan pyyhi kyyneleitä paljain käsin (Don’t ever wipe tears without gloves) by Jonas Gardell. I read this trilogy every once in a while and it manages to break me apart into tiny little pieces and cause severe dehydration every single fucking time. It’s one of the most important pieces of LGBTQIA+ literature of our history and I wished it was more known globally

Looking forward to: I’m travelling to Scotland with my class in April (if the stars align and I don’t find another way to end up in the hospital again) I just wanna go there and photograph so much that my camera’s shutter won’t take it anymore. It’s super interesting to go to the local College and study there for a week or two. Officially can’t wait 🤞🏻

Tagging (optional as always): @emsuemsu @kk1smet @sarxzu @heavy-metal-dick @squintclover @gayalfredprufrock @daddiesdrarryy @okay-sky @sightedkarma @aboutdrarry <— hope you see this because tumblr doesn’t let me tag you???? Discrimination I say this is downright abhorrent

#WHY DOESNT TUMBLR LET ME TAG ABOUTDRARRY #I will throw a tantrum #I will not rest until I solve this #also thank you once again for tagging me!!#ask game #also starting a new tag #vee answers #now I can find all kinds of future answers to asks and games easily

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earlysummer1951 · 2 years

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booty shorts that say "hey sally exclamation point I just wanted to say I appreciate you for calling me out for being a quote violent asshole end quote. I am sorry for all the shit I put you through over the past couple of weeks parentheses yelling at you at work comma offering to break into your boss' house comma take sleeping pictures of her comma etcetera etcetera end parentheses. wincing emoji. there is no excuse for that B period S exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point. oh man. this looks nice and it's forty percent off. anyway I don't think I'm going to do acting anymore. I found a new community with my marine friends. I'm trying to move forward by going into the past like marty mcfly lol. sir you are talking too loud shit I'm sorry just please be quacky shame jonas brothers haha fresh sally I understand if you do not want to talk to me again I will five you spaceship riddle teeth in the sunshine. barry" on the ass

#barry hbo #barry #this really is as coherent as he gets this season #[dictated but not read]

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camels-pen · 1 year

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haha summonings amiright folks

Summary:

Valerie tries to summon the Ghost King.

She gets a little less (more?) than she bargained for.

based on @darthfrodophantom's prompt "Cut the head off the snake, everything else falls apart. Valerie is hoping the same will hold true for the Ghost Zone. And now that Vlad Masters has given her a way to summon the king of the Ghost Zone, she’s hoping she can eliminate the ghost threat once and for all. It sounded like a solid plan, until Danny Fenton of all people showed up when she used the summoning ritual."

Ao3 Link

A circle of blood red flowers, sprinkled with purified (table) salt. A star painted with the blood of several rodents (oh, fuck no, this thing could and would settle for red coloured chalk instead). Five unscented candles arranged at each point, lit one after another in a counterclockwise direction (because why the hell not? God this was annoying). And with a valuable sacrifice placed in the centre (her worn Jonas Brothers poster from above her bed, because this was the one thing she wouldn’t half-ass), speaking the sacred tongue of the beloved (eugh) Ghost King will summon him into your clutches.

It was fairly simple as far as magic rituals went. Valerie had overheard tougher quests from girls talking about video games in the bathroom. It wasn’t like Val was following the recipe to a T, but it was pretty simple.

She was maybe cutting a few corners here and there, but if it worked, it worked. If it didn’t, well, she’d huff about it, maybe complain to Star, but no matter how annoyed she would be, she would ultimately go out and try to find purified salt from, like, a priest or something. She drew the line at rodents though. Had way too much familiarity with them roaming her apartment’s lobby recently and she certainly wasn’t going to touch their blood.

Plus, Val had too much pride (and a healthy fear of mice) to immediately do whatever Mr. Masters’ summoning ritual was telling her without question.

It was fine. Her way would work.

Probably.

She took a calming breath and stumbled her way through the ghost language written on the old parchment. A breeze blew through the room as she reached the half-way mark. the candles flickering wildly as she shivered through her suit.

Then, all of a sudden, it was pure chaos.

She dropped to her knees as the wind started to pick up at the end of her chanting. When she read the final word, a terrible gust tore through the room, throwing around anything not nailed down.

She held tight to the ground, ducking under her desk as it flew past. The candles were snuffed out completely, smoke curling around the devastating tornado being created in her bedroom.

Fuck, was this the weather ghost again? Or did her shortcuts summon something else entirely? She really hoped she didn’t just call up a natural disaster to destroy her room. Her dad would definitely ground her and take her suit away if she did.

And, if she didn’t just summon that weather ghost—if this really was the Ghost King she was summoning, then she needed more room to fight. Either way, she needed to find a way to stop this.

Which, duh, but Val could hardly hear herself think over the sound of the whipping winds, much less try to figure out which element exactly would stop all this without making it worse. The paper had been caught up in the debris and she was fairly sure the moment she relaxed even a little, the wind would pick her up and knock her around the room until either the walls broke or she did. She wasn’t looking forward to it.

She wouldn’t put her hopes on it, but it’d be really convenient if this turned out to be some dramatic entrance for the stupid ghost king—

All at once, the wind vanished and Val felt a brief moment of relief.

…And then she had to quickly roll out of the way of her bed frame falling on her.

The frame fell with a heavy thud on her hardwood floor and she winced as she watched it settle on its side. Her dad was out grocery shopping, but the neighbours downstairs would probably throw a fit the moment he came back. She’d have to come up with a good excuse later.

She surveyed the room.

It was quiet. And dark.

Val gave herself a moment to just breathe.

The candles relit themselves in an instant, this time a bright green burning at the wick. She lifted her gaze and stared, mouth agape at an equally shocked Danny Fenton, barefoot and wearing a pair of comfy star patterned pajamas.

“What the—where—? Valerie? Why am I—?” He gazed around the room before addressing her. He stepped forward, but paused as he was about to hit the circle of petals, glancing down at them. “Uh. Hmm. This is. Uh.” He gulped, eyes refusing to move from the chalk star under his feet.

Val furrowed her brows. “What the hell? It shouldn’t have gone that wrong,” she muttered to herself. She was pretty sure there was no way to summon a regular old human like Danny—no matter how many substitutes she used in the ritual. Maybe Danny was messing with something in his parents’ lab? Ugh, he would have shit enough luck to have this kind of coincidental timing.

She narrowed her eyes. “What did you do?”

“Me?” he asked, scandalous. “I was getting ready to go to bed at a respectable time and everything!” He slumped. “Why did you call me here, Val?”

“I didn’t, I was trying to—” summon the new ‘Ghost King’ or whatever he’s called so I can catch him and hand him over to Mr. Masters, is what she would’ve said were it not for the fact that her secret identity was supposed to stay a secret. Her dad already knew thanks to Phantom, but she wasn’t about to share it willingly with anyone, not even Danny. It was safer for him that way.

That didn’t leave her much excuses though.

“Uh, it wasn’t important.” She stood. “Just forget about it.”

“Sure sure.” He brushed past the topic without a second thought. “Now, how about you let me outta here, huh? I’d really like to get some decent sleep tonight.”

Val narrowed her eyes. “The circle only works on ghosts.”

Danny chuckled nervously. “The circle, sure, but blood blossoms work on ghosts and heavily ecto-contaminated people like yours truly so,”—he gestured a hand down at the petals—“whenever you’re ready, I guess.”

She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. “Not even gonna bother trying to explain what you were messing with to end up here?”

“Uhh… no?”

“Wrong answer.”

Danny groaned. “Please Val? I really was just getting ready for bed. No messing around with any of my parents’ inventions, honest!”

“Isn’t your entire house and everything in it one of your parents’ inventions?”

“Well yeah, but only some of the stuff they make is ghost related.”

Val stared at him silently.

He sighed. “Okay, most of them are ghost related. But then, all the more reason to let me go without further questions!” He clasped his hands in front of him, his bottom lip jutting out, and making his eyes big and glassy. “C’mon Val, I’m just a poor, innocent little guy who got caught up in something he didn’t understand.” His lip wobbled. “Send me home?”

Be strong, Val. Be strong.

He leaned closer towards her and his eyes got impossibly bigger and glassier. “Pwease?”

All previous indications of her shaken resolve were locked behind a wall of disgust. “You ruined it.”

“Fuck,” he said emphatically, turning his head away. “I went too far into convince-Tucker-to-buy-food territory.”

“I don’t know what to say to that so I’m going to pretend I never heard it.”

“You don’t have to say anything. Just send me home, please.”

“How do you even know I can do that?”

Danny shrugged. “You pulled me here. Theoretically, you should be able to push me back.”

“You have a lot of faith in me being able to do this.”

“It’s hard not to.” He smiled and she felt a familiar little flutter of warmth in her chest. “You’re one of the most capable people I know.”

She felt her face heat up. “We didn’t date that long.”

“I know.” His smile dimmed. She desperately wanted to bring it back. “There’s more important stuff you gotta do and you can’t have me weighing you down—”

“That’s not—”

“It is though, isn’t it?” The smile that returned to his face was pained, bitter. She hated that look. “You wanna do what you think is right and you don’t think I’d be able to handle it with you.”

“It’s not that you can’t handle it, it’s that I’m trying to—” She made a wordless noise of frustration. “The ghosts—uh, the ghost damage repair group I volunteer with is, um, too dangerous for someone who isn’t prepared for it.”

“Right. Of course.” He shook his head. He muttered to himself, “This is my fault anyway, I should’ve just told you before things got complicated.”

She inhaled sharply and her heart started beating faster. They had kissed a few times, gone out on dates, but they never said those three significant words to each other. Had Danny planned to say—?

“Danny—” She started to speak, stopped, started again. “Danny, I—I always—I still—” She felt a lump grow in her throat and she struggled to speak her next words, “I lo—”

Danny stared at her. The longer he waited, the colder his eyes looked.

“I lo—lost. Everything,” she said, her shoulders slumping. “I had to start over with my dad from scratch. I just wanted to prevent other people from doing the same.”

“Is that it?”

She pursed her lips. Tightly.

He huffed a humourless laugh. “It was pretty stupid of me to expect the people I love to pick me over ghosts, huh?”

“I didn’t pick ghosts over you.”

“Sure didn’t seem like it.”

“Somebody’s gotta do what I do; it’s what’s right!”

“Do all the other people in your volunteer group dump their partners when they join?”

“You’re not being fair.” Her nails dug into her palms. When had she clenched her fists? “You had things you never told me either!”

“But I never left you because of them.”

“I WAS TRYING TO KEEP YOU SAFE!” she shouted.

Her words echoed around the room, bouncing off the walls and ceiling before slowly petering out.

The room was silent.

Danny spoke, his voice ice cold. “You broke up with me for revenge.”

“No.” She put her head in her hands. “I didn’t.”

Danny scowled. “You hated Phantom. You hated all ghosts.”

“I did—do, but,”—she sighed—“after a while of ghost—um, damage repair, and dating you, I started to see revenge wasn’t what mattered.” She crossed her arms. “Much as I still blame him for ruining my life, Phantom said it best: innocent people get hurt all the time during ghost attacks; it’s our job to stop the ghosts, but it’s also our job to keep as many people out of harm’s way as possible.”

When she looked up there was a blank expression on Danny’s face. She hurried to continue, “I-I realized that if I kept dating you, one day you’d learn what I was up to and get caught up in an attack trying to find me.” She hugged herself. “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you got hurt because of me.”

“Val, I….” He trailed off, hand outstretched, but paused just before the edge of the circle. He let it fall. “I’m sorry. For assuming.”

She shook her head. “I mean, you were right. That’s how I was when we were dating. Only caring about revenge on Phantom.” She tried a laugh. “Now it’s just a side hobby.”

He grinned, though it looked a little forced. “Still, the fact that I couldn’t tell makes me a pretty terrible Fenton, huh?”

“No, I’d say you’re about as clueless as your old man.”

Danny let out a genuine laugh at that. The sound filled her chest with warmth and brought a smile to her face. She hadn’t heard the sound in such a long time, she had forgotten what it sounded like. “Thanks, Val.”

“My pleasure.”

The room was silent once more.

“We can, uh, talk more later.” She looked around the room for the instruction paper. “I’ll try and find a way to send you home.”

“Oh, you could probably just break the circle of petals and smudge the chalk near one of the candles. That way the elements tying me to this place would be disrupted and it’ll send me back from whence I came.”

Val stared at him.

Danny coughed. “I mean, probably.”

She continued to stare.

“I think.”

She leaned closer.

“In theory.”

She narrowed her eyes.

“Look, can you just try it?”

Val groaned. “Out of respect for your attempt at a decent sleep schedule—and an understanding that you pick up weird ghost facts from your parents a lot—I’m gonna let you off the hook, but!” She pointed at him. “We’re figuring this out later.”

Danny waved a hand. “Absolutely. Definitely. 100%. I won’t forget.”

“You better not.” She kneeled down close to one of the candles.

“C’mon it’s me.” She raised a brow. He sighed. “I’ll write a note about it when I get home.”

Satisfied, she reached out towards the clump of petals surrounding the candle holder. “I’ll have you out in a second.”

“Great, I am so looking forward to some well earned Z’s.” He yawned.

A little bit of guilt wormed its way into her heart for keeping him this long. “Yeah, hope you sleep well.”

“You too, Red.”

Val snapped her head up, her heart stopping cold in her chest. “What?”

“‘What’ what?” Danny furrowed his brows, his sleepy brain seeming to play catch up, before he froze, looking suddenly completely alert. “Oh! Uh—I was referencing your, uh, your suit! You’re wearing a Red Huntress cosplay, right? She’s so cool.”

“Oh,”—tension bled from her shoulders; she’d completely forgotten she was wearing it—“you really think so?”

“Yeah, of course!” He nodded vigorously, becoming more animated. “She’s super strong, her aim is out of this world, and I’ve never seen someone so good at riding a hoverboard!”

Val felt herself flush. “Oh, c’mon, there’s not that much to it. Just takes some practice, y’know.”

Danny shook his head. “Uh uh, I’ve flown—er, I’ve used some of the hoverboards my parents have made in the past and all that aerial maneuvering stuff is hard. Gotta give mad props to you—” Val’s eyes widened. “HER! Her. Gotta, heh, gotta give mad props to her….” he trailed off, shrinking slightly as Val narrowed her eyes.

“Danny, if there’s anything you want to tell me—”

“Nope! Not a thing!” He brought up his bare wrist. “Oh, would you look at the time, I’d really rather go soon so I can get my full 9 hours.” Val continued to stare at him. “Please?” he asked, his voice small and pitiful.

She rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’ll get rid of the circle.” She chose to ignore Danny’s sigh of relief. That boy wasn’t getting out of this conversation, Val had only just realized she still needed to straighten up her room as much as possible before her dad got home. “The Red Huntress isn’t all that great by the way, she messes up a ton.” Maybe not like Phantom, but she had her own mistakes.

She bent down, grabbing handfuls of petals and pushing them out of the way to rub her thumbs over the chalk lines.

“Uh, respectfully, shut… up?” he said, voice pitching higher as Val looked up, pausing her work with raised eyebrows. “She does a lot of thankless work all on her own and people don’t appreciate the kind of hard work and effort it takes to be able to hunt ghosts as well as she does.”

Valerie paused, stunned.

“Did you just tell me to shut up and then compliment me?” The words left her lips before she registered them. She tried to backtrack, “Fuck, uh, I meant—”

“I mean, yeah,”—Danny spoke over her, rubbing the back of his neck—“if you’re going to talk shit about yourself, you gotta be prepared for me to call you amazing every way I know how.”

“You knew then?” she said faintly. “How long?”

“Since I outed you to your—” Danny cut himself off and Val could see the dial up internet sound playing behind his eyes as he caught up with his own words. “S-Since—Since, uh. Shit, fuck—” He ran a hand through his hair. “Since—”

Things were starting to add up in Val’s head. The fact that Danny had been missing for hours and Mr. Masters was the one to bring him back. The fact that ever since the day Amity Park was taken into the Ghost Zone he’d started seeming… off in a way she was never able to put a finger on.

The fact that his teeth had looked significantly sharper when she came back after March break—and the way his eyes reflected in a green light, when only the standard yellow were fit into the ceilings at school. The way he’d seemed when Mr. Masters brought him back: pale, bruised, and horrifying wounds gouged out of his back. Val was no expert, but she was pretty sure no human should’ve survived something like that.

There was only one answer.

“Stop,” she said. Danny snapped his mouth shut, his shoulders pulling up to his ears. “Just admit it. You know who I am and I know that you…” She paused as the reality of his situation really started to click in her head. Danny cringed as she spoke, awestruck, “You took your parents’ invention to fight the Ghost King and took his title.”

“Yeah, I’m Ph—” He blinked. “What.”

She counted off on her fingers. “You know who I am because you were hiding around the lab somewhere when Phantom pulled off my mask; you knew how to operate the suit because you’re a Fenton; and you’ve started seeming more, well, ghost-like over the last several months. I imagine your appearance is tied to how much power the crown and ring give you, or something like that, but I’m right aren’t I?” She gestured at the summoning circle. “I mean why else would you show up if I was trying to summon the newest Ghost King? It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

He stared at her with a blank look before putting his head in his hands. “Yup,” he said, voice strangled. “You got me. Point for point. Every bit of that is true.”

It wasn’t. He was still holding something back, but she couldn’t quite figure out what it was. And beyond that, why would Mr. Masters give her this old summoning ritual if he knew it would drag out his nephew? Maybe he thought it would summon someone else instead? Some ghost pulling strings behind the scene that Danny didn’t know about?

She pondered the possibilities as she brushed away the last of the petals connecting to one of the candles. She wiped the dust off her hands as she stood.

“Don’t think you’re getting out of explaining all the details to me by the way,” Val said, putting her hands on her hips. “I expect full honesty from now on.”

Danny smiled. It was a little strained, but she had no clue of how painful the process of being summoned and unsummoned was, much less any clue of how much it might hurt to do it in a single night. She should probably apologize for that later. Or maybe give him some free Nasty fries instead. Yeah, that’d be way less awkward.

“I’ll do my best,” he said. “I can’t promise anything though.”

Val rolled her eyes. “Of course you can’t.”

“I can tell you this. You’re the first person to catch me on purpose since I was coronated.” Danny smirked, his eyes flashing green. “In some ghost cultures, that would be enough to make you my Queen.”

The sound that came out of Valerie’s mouth must’ve been what a sneezing chicken sounded like. “Excuse me?”

Danny’s smirk grew into a full on grin, but before he could answer he disappeared in a cloud of green smoke.

She stared at the empty space in front of her.

She looked down.

Her foot slipped.

The circle was smudged.

She paused for a few moments, her brain lagging as it tried to process the new information.

She walked over to the nearest wall. Slid down it. Stared blankly at the knocked over punching bag across from her.

“Valerie!” her dad called sometime later. “Why did the neighbours complain about the noise? And what’s with all the smoke?”

#danny phantom #phic #phic phight #phic phight 2023 #gray ghost #past relationship but eh #nemo the writing ho

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batrachised · 1 year

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My reread of the Aogg series has been an absolute pleasure. Here are my thoughts on the first three books; I think of these as being their own set, because they tell the story of Gilbert and Anne's relationship. The only other book that focuses on them and their relationship consistently is AHOD--which I think will be deserving of its own post because tonally it's slightly different, more mature due to a more mature Anne. (Anne of Windy Poplars, I love you, but again my memory is mostly letters to Gilbert about other events--mayhaps I shall eat my words).

Anne of Green Gables

You know, I never revisited the first book because it wasn't my favorite--but reading it, I can tell why this one is the classic. Anne is a lovable eleven year old, the characters are all to a one delightful, the antics believable yet entertaining, and the conflicts all pointing to an overarching story of growth and love. I love how Marilla only can tell Anne that Marilla loves her after Matthew's death, and that Anne only becomes friends with Gilbert after hearing of Marilla's past with John Blythe. I love, above all, the moment where Matthew softly tells Anne to keep a little of her romance. What's remarkable is how, although most readers are in very different circumstances than little Anne, it's so easy to understand where Anne is coming from--because she tells you! "Wouldn't you be this dramatic if you were me?" "Oh, Marilla, you’d be excited, too, if you were going to meet a little girl you hoped to be your bosom friend and whose mother mightn’t like you," shivers tiny Anne, and the reader instantly understands, even if not eleven, or not a little girl, or not on PEI in the late 1800s--why yes, that would be nerve wracking! We even see this in Mark Twain's quote about Anne being so lovable, a man who most definitely was never an eleven year old orphan girl. Despite my love for LM Montgomery, there are off key chords in all of her other books for me--but this book sticks the landing every time. The ending sentence is my favorite of all of LMM's endings; "God's in his heaven, all's right with his world."

Anne of Avonlea

My love for Mr. Harrison was reinvigorated. I had forgotten about him completely and shamefully, and I'm delighted to have rediscovered him. That being said...this is a book where I tend to like specific chapters instead of the book as a whole. Even as a child, I remember flipping to my favorite chapters rather than rereading the book all the way through, and even as an adult (deep dark confession), I skipped pages more than once. My favorite chapters include the Mr. Harrison chronicles and the brief glimpses with Gilbert that we get, where Anne has to confront whether her daydreams are perhaps not true to life (and--importantly--that true to life romance might be better). I also, for one, love Mrs. Lynde and Marilla living together. Queens.

Anne of the Island

My primary thought: AAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS BOOK IS SO GOOD. I truly have little else to say. This is one I read so often as a child that the passages were familiar to me even now, over a decade later. I remember as a child when rereading, I'd read the first proposal scene with Anne and then immediately rush to the ending chapters where they get together for catharsis haha--if I didn't, I had to skip the first proposal chapter because ANNE HOW COULD YOUUUU. I love Phil Gordon so much, and I love Jonas even though he's barely onscreen, and I love Mrs. Lynde ominously fretting over whether Anne is going to marry, and I love Ms. Lavender frankly saying to Anne that she and Gilbert were made for each other. I also love the book's tendency to build up romantic moments and expectations and then deliberately pop them haha. LM Montgomery really showcases her ability to understand human's quirks and love them for it--while also laughing at them for it. I'm going to do a full post on this (and on LMM's genius for pairing contrasting personalities in a non-tropey way), but this is a good example of what I mean--because who of us hasn't been like ":(" and then enjoyed being like ":(".

Oh, Anne! The only other thing I have to say is that it says a lot that I started this a few days ago, and I'm already three books in! The quality holds up even as an adult (as if I expected any differently). LMM dedicated Anne of the Island to me, and to you, and to all other girlies who love her work, and I very much feel her love in the pages.

#aogg #lm montgomery #anne of avonlea #anne of the island

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