isn't the world a remarkable place ?

anne shirley cuthbert

[wings-of-starlightt]

☆The Fae from Green Gables☆

[wings-of-starlightt]

tragicalromancing :

To say that Anne hadn’t been thinking of mystical and magical explanations for all the items she’d lost or misplaced would be misguided. Of course the redhead thought of the fae, the fairies, the magic. What other explanation could there be? That she in her constant flurry of activity had misplaced so many things, only to find them later? No, that couldn’t be!

Surely, there could be a romantic, elegant explanation – right? Otherwise, what was there to live for in this world without that slight adventure? That’s how Anne saw it, at any rate. So she welcomed the lost things, the hidden treasures. At any rate, it kept life interesting. 

But, the sparkling, shimmering powder along the corridors, in the corners and on the topmost shelves? Harder to ignore, easier to mistake for true, real magic. Anne hadn’t wanted to get her hopes up – she’d forced herself to wait a whole three days before officially investigating.   When Matthew finally noticed and began to complain of the powder covering his animals, the barn, and the fields, Anne knew something truly unique was happening at GREEN GABLES. 

Anne was ecstatic. She’d already discussed the obvious possibilities in great detail with Diana. Fairies, minions of light and nature, were the most sensible culprits. Sensible, of course, being the operative word! 

When the pots and pans fell early one morning, Anne jumped up, following a trick of the light ( once she’d put the pans away, of course! ) and then watching in amazement as the light turned to a trail of powder! A quest! Anne hurried along, chasing the trail, leading to a magnificently large tree in the woods. She realized she wasn’t too far from the CLUBHOUSE, her sanctuary. A funny thing to think of at the moment, really. 

“Hello?” She called out, unsure of where to look. Hoping that whoever, whatever, it was, would appear. 

“I’m not going to hurt you! Please come out – why are you leaving your dust everywhere?” It wasn’t an accusatory tone, but a curious one: Anne simply wished to know, to understand. To solve the mystery!

The wood fae cursed herself under her breath. She hadn’t accounted for the youngling of the bunch to follow her to her habitat. Feli silently moved, trying not to give her location away. The breeze was passing was giving her queue to use, it was her disposals. It would have sounded like the voice of one of the older humans, a perfect distraction that would give her time to escape. But this was a child, someone who still a short life to live. If Feli indeed used the voice on the breeze, it would be days before anyone would find her at best.  Feli took a moment to study her, ah… The sense of curiosity too familiar for her was seen. The question given wasn’t properly done but she had low expectations of the humans. A few minutes passed before she allows herself to respond. “I leave it,” She began. “Because I am in this plane, where everything you can easily touch yet far away from the others.” Her voice sounded from behind, then next to and finally In front of the tree.

 "It’s my turn to ask,“ She moved her hand, the wood bending easily to show herself to the human, she seemed like a crystal glowing with the sun, yet her figure could be disguised around it. ”Who I am talking to, and you better think carefully before answering…“ Giving your name to someone like her wasn’t exactly dangerous but it wasn’t correct either. How many things one could do with a name that wasn’t theirs.

She waited, and this left her a moment to think. Children weren’t as innocent as they used to be, being tainted by the greed and ire of their kind at such a tender age. Feli had to test the waters before she knew it was safe for her to get close… Oh, yes, but it was so simple, but it was effective. Feli tilted her head to the side

~@tragicalromancing~

[tragicalromancing-blog]

The words moved through the winds, through the leaves. Anne looked up, looked around, gasping and grinning at the magical qualities of it all. How lovely for it to be her to find whatever being this was!

She folded her hands in front of her, offering herself up meekly for any guidance or wisdom that might befall her in the woods. Her heart was beating wildly -- it was all she could do not to burst from inside to outside!

Anne stared at the tree, watching in wonderment as the thick bark and branched bent to the will of the creature. Once her eyes adjusted, the redhead squealed in delight. A fairy! A real live fairy of the woods! What true, pure magic!   She shut her eyes. Pinched herself quite quickly and a sharp pain shoots through her and yet -- the fairy was still there when she opened her eyes once more!

“I -- Me?” Anne finally stuttered once she found her voice. She was trying to recall all she’d ever read about fairies or magical things. Her options for that kind of reading had been slim, but everything she read she ( mostly ) remembered. And the story of Rumplestiltskin came to mind. 

Biting her lip, she ventured, “I ought not tell you my name, fair...fairy! I mean, there’s an awful lot that goes into a name, isn’t there?” She smiled, she blushed a little bit, too. Hoping it was the right thing to say, hoping she hadn’t ruined her only chance at true adventure.

“But I can give you a name to call me if that suits you!” She quickly replied, staring at the wonderful creature in front of her. She hadn’t realized she’d taken a few steps closer -- she was much nearer to the tree now. 

“Call me Cordelia,” Anna said with a bow, lowering her eyes to the ground. “Princess Cordelia.”

[lenle-g]

If you haven’t watched the sheer joy that is Anne With An E on Netflix then you are missing out

[pebaicons]

anne of green gables quotes lockscreens

these quotes are from the books

like if you save

[silkfaun]

“I wish I were a tree, then I would have different hair for every season”

- Anne Shirly Cuthbert, Anne With An ‘E’

[tragicalromancing-blog]

Anne, getting worked up: You come into MY house -

Gilbert: This is our house!

Anne: - And you take MY sweater?

Gilbert: THIS IS MY SWEATER

[weirwolves]

How can there be anything wrong with a life if it’s spent with a person you love?

[margaritaris]

I need some scenes in season three where Gilbert becomes extremely jittery and nervous around Anne. Like let’s admit he’s so suave, especially in s2, the boys good at it. BUT I NEED TO SEE SOME NERVOUSNESS ESPECIALLY BECAUSE I KNOW THAT ANNE IS GOING TO CONTINUE TO GROW BOLD AND STRONG AND ITS JUST GOING TO MAKE GIL WEAK AT THE KNEES like she’ll definitely have it under control and ask him a question while staring at him and he just loses all words and can’t smirk or anything he’s just TOO NERVOUS THIS WOMAN JESUS

[anneshirleywasmychildhood]

Diana: Anne offered me a sip of her drink cause I mentioned that I was thirsty.

Diana: I was not fucking expecting to take a sip of vodka cranberry at 9am.

[anneshirleywasmychildhood]

Billy: I’m going to destroy your happiness, whatever the cost!

Anne: My happiness?

Anne [to Diana]: Am I happy?

[anneshirleywasmychildhood]

Anne with an e characters as John Mulaney gifs.

Anne Shirley:

Diana Berry:

Gilbert Blythe, on whether he loves Anne:

Cole Mackenzie:

Billy Andrews:

Jerry Baynard:

The town, to Miss Stacey:

Marilla Cuthbert:

Matthew Cuthbert:

[glamorousequestrian]

Spring Beetle <3 

[wings-of-starlightt]

☆The Fae from Green Gables☆

It all started with a simple needle and thread, maybe it had been misplaced and had fallen into the crevices of the wooden floor. Nothing that would be missed, she made sure of that but sometimes, a comb would disappear only to return on the exact same spot a few days later.

After that, the spare change had begun to be taken too, some left behind under the furniture and it always had the same mark, a speck of dust so thin one could mistake it for lint, this, however, had a beautiful golden shimmer to it. Soon enough, the empty spots of the house could be found covered in this powder, surely this must be a prank of the local boys, but they wouldn’t be wasting gold in such a strange matter. 

It all took a turn when the places where the animals receded was swamped with golden dust too, the cows wouldn’t permit the humans to milk them and the horses had little knots on their manes, resembling swings.

It seemed to be enough for the human receding there, it wasn’t that she was doing anything wrong, humans were always so attached to their things, greedy little things. It was one day where she had made the pots of the place suddenly fall down, a little accident that had become a comic scene but the little thing had to spring out of there, in her rush, however, a trail had been left behind. An old crooked tree was her hiding spot, with a sigh, she climbed up to a branch, her wings fluttering softly… Then she heard the grass moving.

@tragicalromancing

[tragicalromancing-blog]

To say that Anne hadn’t been thinking of mystical and magical explanations for all the items she’d lost or misplaced would be misguided. Of course the redhead thought of the fae, the fairies, the magic. What other explanation could there be? That she in her constant flurry of activity had misplaced so many things, only to find them later? No, that couldn’t be!

Surely, there could be a romantic, elegant explanation -- right? Otherwise, what was there to live for in this world without that slight adventure? That’s how Anne saw it, at any rate. So she welcomed the lost things, the hidden treasures. At any rate, it kept life interesting. 

But, the sparkling, shimmering powder along the corridors, in the corners and on the topmost shelves? Harder to ignore, easier to mistake for true, real magic. Anne hadn’t wanted to get her hopes up -- she’d forced herself to wait a whole three days before officially investigating.   When Matthew finally noticed and began to complain of the powder covering his animals, the barn, and the fields, Anne knew something truly unique was happening at GREEN GABLES. 

Anne was ecstatic. She’d already discussed the obvious possibilities in great detail with Diana. Fairies, minions of light and nature, were the most sensible culprits. Sensible, of course, being the operative word! 

When the pots and pans fell early one morning, Anne jumped up, following a trick of the light ( once she’d put the pans away, of course! ) and then watching in amazement as the light turned to a trail of powder! A quest! Anne hurried along, chasing the trail, leading to a magnificently large tree in the woods. She realized she wasn’t too far from the CLUBHOUSE, her sanctuary. A funny thing to think of at the moment, really. 

“Hello?” She called out, unsure of where to look. Hoping that whoever, whatever, it was, would appear. 

“I’m not going to hurt you! Please come out -- why are you leaving your dust everywhere?” It wasn’t an accusatory tone, but a curious one: Anne simply wished to know, to understand. To solve the mystery!

[enbyequestrian]

[tragicalromancing-blog]

“Just so you know, you very beautiful!” Anne wistfully shouted, her eyes yearning  for the last glimpse of her friend the fox. What a magnificent creature, rushing through the woods. How it must have felt to be so free. 

She sighed contentedly, eyes scanning the trees for any other sign of movement. Maybe her fox had a friend or two -- she could only be so lucky.

Hearing a crack! from behind her, Anne turned sharply, her mind dragged from her daydream. What was that? she found herself thinking, and her heart lurched in her chest. 

She’d been dreaming of a beauty so true and exquisite that anything to force her from it would be close to tragic. One hand went to her chest, as if to protect her heart. It had not been a wondrous few days for her -- Anne was distraught, frankly. She knew herself to be hideous, and unfortunately, had not found a remedy for her affliction just yet. 

“Who's there?” The red-haired girl called, eyes narrowing. Who could be in the woods at this hour? During such an important reflection?

[capceed]

the cutest kids

[jusoyoukno]

[snakeboat-deactivated20250328]

Ruby: roses are red, violets are blue

Ruby: why-

Ruby, tearing up: why did you leave me Gilbert what did I do