This a reminder that Gilbert Blythe loved pie.

ANNE'S HOUSE OF DREAMS Susan: I will make a batch of cherry pies. I notice the doctor favors 'em...   Anne: I want that strawberry pie for my own poor man.

He had returned earlier than she had expected, and was enjoying Susan’s cherry pie.

ANNE OF INGLESİDE

Gilbert: Susan's mince pies are poems, just as her apple pies are lyrics. Give me a piece of both, Anne-girl.

Susan: Now take your father's apple pie to him and I'll bring his tea. The poor man must be faint from hunger.

THE BLYTHES ARE QUOTED “Susan Baker says Dr. Blythe is the most unselfish man she knows but even he, if anyone eats the slice of pie she leaves for him in the pantry when she goes to bed, raises Cain"

“Gilbert Blythe! I told Susan to make your favorite lemon pie for dinner but now I shall tell her not to.”

What I can't cope with, OK, is L.M. Montgomery's use of bedrooms as a site of both autonomy and belonging. When Emily arrives at New Moon, she has to share the bed with Aunt Elizabeth and feels she is in bed with a griffon but when she moves into Juliet's old bedroom in the "lookout" she is overcome with the sense of nearness to her mother as well as having true space and freedom for the first time at New Moon. Later, she loses a lot of this sense of place and independence moving into Aunt Ruth's spare room where she doesn't have to share a bed, but can't even choose the pictures hanging on the walls - at the same time she loses her freedom to write fiction. Jane hates her bedroom at 60 Gay Street, finding it "hostile and vindictive" - in many ways just like Grandmother Kennedy, but at Lantern Hill, her father lets her choose everything that goes into her bedroom and she is allowed self expression. Her friends give her gifts to furnish it, as emblems of their love for her. Like Jane, Valancy has no control over the furnishings in her room, from the painted floor to the tacky artwork to the dingy and unwelcoming furniture, but she's so constrained that her only rebellion is to throw the jar of potpourri out the window because she's "sick of the fragrance of dead things". To have a sense of self, she imagines a magnificent castle as an escape and is delighted to find Barney's house is just as good a place to be who she wants to be - free from her family, making her own choices. Anne, upon marking the first anniversary of coming to Green Gables, reflects on the garrett room and finds it "as if all the dreams, sleeping and waking, of its vivid occupant had taken a visible although unmaterial form and had tapestried the bare room with splendid filmy tissues of rainbow and moonshine." Before Green Gables her life was probably a mix of dormitories and makeshift beds in attics that she couldn't change, in versions of her life with no freedom or affection. THEIR BEDROOMS ARE SYMBOLS FOR THEIR LIVES OK. When their rooms are controlled by others, their inner/emotional/creative lives are constrained. When they have their own rooms, they have autonomoy, they choose furniture, they have freedom, they have themselves, they have love, they have me gnawing armchairs about it.

Also funny that both Valancy and Emily are tormented at various times by inescapable portraits of queens - I do wonder if LM had one in her home that no one would let her take down.

Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle (1962) || Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables (1908)

Merricat Blackwood is evil Anne Shirley

The way I made this post without tags and it still reached the lmm fandom makes it funnier glad you are all here

Getting five notes in a small fandom is like. Oh great you guys are all here

Every Anne Shirley Costume (12/?) ❥ Anne of Green Gables (1985)

Anne Shirley

Enjoy these very silly aogg tweets I made

this is so poorly made and i'm sorry but I just HAD to make it

Gilbert Blythe being like "guess I'll die" after the girl of his dreams rejects him and then actually almost dying for real is the most iconic thing I've ever seen. Bare minimum if you ask me

Walter Blythe was sitting under the White Lady, with a volume of poems lying beside him, but he was not reading. He was gazing now at the emerald-misted willows by the pond, and now at a flock of clouds, like little silver sheep, herded by the wind, that were drifting over Rainbow Valley, with rapture in his wide splendid eyes. Walter’s eyes were very wonderful. All the joy and sorrow and laughter and loyalty and aspiration of many generations lying under the sod looked out of their dark grey depths.

L. M. Montgomery (Rainbow Valley, The Ingleside Children)

It's in Anne of Windy Willows!

It's so funny how Anne of green gables is this sweet at cheerful children's classic but also the reason why I learned what cannibalism is

It's so funny how Anne of green gables is this sweet at cheerful children's classic but also the reason why I learned what cannibalism is