We hate Olaf like he hates orphans

A fanpage for the Snicketverse, most formats.

[klausbaudelaire]

We were afraid when you brought home Count Olaf, we were afraid when we’d thought you’d jumped out a window, we were afraid to give ourselves allergic reactions, we were afraid to steal a sailboat and we were afraid to sail across Lake Lachrymose in the middle of a hurricane, but that didn’t stop us!

Malina Weissman as Violet Baudelaire in A Series of Unfortunate Events (2017 - 2019)

[kpfun]

Violet Baudelaire, the eldest, was one of the finest 14-year-old inventors in the world. Anyone who knew Violet well could tell she was inventing something when her long hair was tied up in a ribbon. Klaus Baudelaire, the middle child, loved books. Or, rather, the things he learned from books. Nothing pleased Klaus more than spending an afternoon filling up his head with their contents. Sunny, the youngest, had a different interest. She liked to bite things and had four sharp teeth. There was very little that Sunny did not enjoy biting. A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS (2004) dir. Brad Silberling

[gellavonhamster]

asoue/atwq aesthetics (29/?) - Ellington Feint

In the meantime, we’re alone. We’re alone and it’s difficult. Don’t you find it difficult to be alone, Mr. Snicket?

[hawkaye]

Many things have been taken from the Baudelaires since they lost their parents and their home. One of those things is their privacy, so… instead of telling you about the few shared moments between two friends on a chilly afternoon halfway up a frozen waterfall, I will offer the eldest Baudelaire this courtesy and… allow her to keep some moments to herself.

[constancecontraire]

asoue meme → three locations [2/3]: 667 dark avenue

around here, people decide whether something is in, which means it’s stylish and appealing, or out, which means it’s not. and it changes all the time. why, just a couple of weeks ago, dark was out, and light was in, and you should have seen this neighborhood. you had to wear sunglasses all the time or you’d hurt your eyes.

[noorasaertre]

adulthood stuff