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frost-queen · 7 months

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Black rose in a sea of red (Reader x Jerry Baynard)

Requested by: @alicethewriterandfangirl , Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury, @imagines-by-her, @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn

Summary: TW! Selfharm! You are upset of how your friends have such amazing lives while yours is terrible. Coming from a bad home, your coping behavior is self harm. Struggling with the idea of wanting to end it all, is Jerry there to save you from doing so.

The chattering died away when Miss Stacy settled everyone down. Specifically Anne who was proclaiming her opinion as loud as she could. Almost standing on the table to declare her words. Diana was tugging at her dress to pull her to sit. – “Miss Cuthbert if you please.” – Miss Stacy said giving her a stern glare. Anne chuckled settling down. Ruby was still whispering to Tillie. With one look of Miss Stacy pressed Ruby her lips together with force. Billy snorting across the classroom at how silly she looked.

Miss Stacy cleared her throat letting his chuckle die. When finally the peace had settled clasped Miss Stacy her hands together. – “I hope you all brought your assignments that I handed out last week.” – she started. Anne who was always eager already set her basket on the table, ready to show it to Miss Stacy. Miss Stacy smiled politely ushering her to wait. – “You may all set it on the table if you please.” – she continued giving the signal.

Everyone ducked down to reach in their baskets to set their work of art on the table. You felt uneasy taking out your artwork. Glancing to the side you saw Charlie’s piece of art. Billy and Paul laughing loud. – “Is that an aardvark?” – Billy joked laughing his ass off. Charlie groaned. – “No! It’s a dog.” – he mumbled setting his hand under his chin, pushing his artwork closer to his chest. Gilbert turned around in his seat looking at Billy’s work.

“Is that a self-portrait?” – he said snarky. Billy mimicked a childish laugh, annoyed by his words. – “Well yeah yours…” – Billy got a bit up to look at Gilbert’s work. Gilbert moved aside on purpose for him to see. – “Well yours… yours…” – Billy said trying to find an insult. Gilbert was smiling beyond himself when Billy couldn’t find something bad to say about it. – “I thought so.” – he said turning back around silencing Billy.

Paul laughed loud at how Gilbert had left Billy speechless. Across back by the girls was Anne proudly showing her masterpiece to everyone. – “Did you do this stitching?” – Diana asked pointing at it. Anne shook her head. – “No, Marilla helped me.” – she then pointed at some paint work. – “This is Matthew’s work, and this weird thing was added by Jerry.” – she finished pointing at a wobbly thing at the top. Diana held her art up. – “My mother helped as well. She painted the flowers.” – she commented.

Ruby got up waving her hand in between them for attention. – “My mother helped too! She did this, this, and this.” – she said pointing at several things in different angles. – “What did you do?” – Tillie replied as it appeared Ruby’s mother did everything herself. – “I did this.” – Ruby answered annoyed pointing at her name written in the corner. Diana rolled her eyes at how silly she was.

Seeing their work you rather wanted to crush it or throw it out of the window. Compared to their, yours seemed like it was made by a child. Also hearing them speak so lovingly about how their parents helped out felt like a punch in your gut. It was something you could only dream off, having a loving mother. Your mother didn’t help in your project. You dared ask her one time. That didn’t end well.

You got yelled at for ruining her moment and annoying her with silliness. Looking at your art again of paper mâché you noticed the dent of where your father had stepped on it. On purpose or accident. It didn’t really much as it had ruined it much. Seeing your friends talk so godly about their parents made you want to cry, pull your hair out and scream your lungs out. Ruby and Tillie turned around to you.

“Let me see yours Y/n.” – Ruby spoke as Diana and Anne looked over them. You pulled it closer to your chest, shaking your head. – “It’s…it’s terrible.” – insisting on it. – “Come show us Y/n.” – Tillie said pulling at your hand. You really didn’t want to show her, finding it unworthy. Ruby helped her to pull your hand away. Tillie then snatched it from you. – “Hey!” – you called out catching the attention of some boys across and Miss Stacy who waited to see where this was going.

Tillie held it up before her looking at it with a questioning brow. – “Did your mother help out?” – Ruby asked probably not meaning anything with it. She was always this innocent and naïve, yet it struck a nerve with you. – “No!” – you called out snatching the art from Tillie back. You then it on the ground setting your foot hard on it. Everyone gasped loud at your little act. – “Y/n!” – Miss Stacy called out concerned. You let your fingers brush automatically over your inner arm, knowing of the scars lingering there.

“Brute.” – one of Billy’s friends called out. Miss Stacy shushing him immediately. Miss Stacy approached you, kneeling gently down to pick up your crushed work of art. – “We can still mend this.” – she said with a warm smile. You shook your head. – “It is broken!” – you answered. Just like yourself. Turning your face away from her, you felt ashamed.

Ashamed and unworthy. Truly wondering what the exact point of you was. Not one of them here knowing a darn thing about your family. They had no idea with their wonderous lives, living like princesses. While you crawled through the gutter with no way out. Consistently surrounded by darkness. The only way out of the sinking was the carving. The marks on your inner arms that helped you coped with it.

Miss Stacy reached up to take your hand. The second she had your hand, you pulled it away. Needing to escape you took a run for it. – “Y/n.” – Miss Stacy called out as some jumped up. Gilbert being one of them. He wanted to run after you as Miss Stacy held him back by his shoulder. – “Let us give her a moment in solitude.” – Miss Stacy said sensing you didn’t want any company at this moment. – “But…” – Gilbert started seeing Miss Stacy shake her head.

He sighed deep, slouching his shoulders. He returned to his seat. Miss Stacy set your artwork on her desk, seeing how sloppy it was once your foot had tackled it. You ran frantically into the woods away from the school. Unable to cope with it. The sugary of your friends biting like sour in your flesh. Their life was something you could never achieve. Not with the home situation you have now.

A mother and father who barely looked at you. A brother who tackled you whenever he pleased. All the workload put on you. Treated like dirt by your own family. Never once said an ‘I love you’ or ‘thank you.’ Maybe this was just how things were meant to be. Unloved. Panting loud you kept running coming into different parts of the woods.

Jerry was whistling loud, carrying a sack over his shoulder. He had come back from the market, making his way back to Green Gables. Something caught his sudden attention as he noticed it was you. – “Y/n!” – Jerry shouted happily waving your way. He frowned when you didn’t seem to see him. Simply running past. Jerry lowered his sack questionable. Why weren’t you at school? Why were you running away? Was everything alright?

Feeling a bit worried he picked up his sack again, going after you. Near a shack crashed you down; out of breath. Leaning against the wood you let your head fall back. Still panting till your breathing steadied. Then the thoughts came. Those dark thoughts that always pushed you to the edge. You already know what to do. Reaching in your pocket, you pulled out a sharp object. Then slowly pulling your sleeves up. Scars of old on your flesh.

Those dark thoughts became louder as it made you bring the tip of the sharpness to your wrist. Tears rolled down your cheek as your hand trembled. It would take one impulsive thought for you to bleed. Bleed till your life would slip away. Why shouldn’t you do it? What good was there in this life? There was no one to pull you out so it was easier to just accept it and be rid of this hell.

Gently setting the tip deeper onto your skin, your sight got blurrier from your tears. – “No!” – you suddenly heard startling you so hard, the tip had pressed deeper into your skin. A single drop of blood forming. Jerry rushed over to you, grabbing the sharp thing from your grip, and throwing it as far away from him. – “Don’t you dare!” – he breathed out.

“Don’t you even think about it!” – he said a bit firmer kneeling down in front of you. Grabbing your shoulders, he pulled you close to his chest for a hug. – “Find hope in the hopeless.” – he told you. – “I don’t know what made you do it, but please don’t. I don’t want to lose you… I don’t.” – he embraced you tighter fighting the urge to cry himself. – “Please Y/n…” – he whispered out as you started crying louder.

In the brink of almost doing it was Jerry there to pull you out. – “We’ll figure it out together. I am fighting for you, and I don’t want you to give up.” – wrapping your arms around him, you hugged back. – “Jerry…” – you cried out. Jerry simply held you, no needing an explanation. Just holding you. In that moment where he knew you needed to be seen, heard and loved.

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askclato · 9 months

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Anne: We should appreciate the small things in life.

Jerry: *picks Diana up*

Jerry: You are appreciated.

Diana:

Diana: I’m going to kill you.

#anne with an e #awae incorrect quotes #awae #diana barry #jerry baynard #anne shirley cuthbert #diana x jerry

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girlsdontlove · 1 year

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𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒!!!!

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐬!

He smiled as he saw you walk near the barn, he had took a liking to you ever since you came to give Anne something. "Hey Jerry" You yelled as you waved up in the air as you walked to Anne's house. "Hé" Jerry replied as you smiled up at him. He didn't know what he was feeling and neither did you, but you both knew that you had a soft spot of each other.

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫!

-it was at the fair, he was right behind you when it happened

-his hand held yours, at a loss grip until a boy from school comes up to you and begins to flirt.

-"Recule qu'elle est à moi"he forgets that other people don't speak French so the guys face was like ( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)

-Jerry thinks that you'd want to leave him for someone better or with more money, you obviously don’t want to.

𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦：”Step back she's mine”

You had written him a love letter, your a close friend of Anne's and recently you told her about your crush on Jerry and she had told you that he also liked you. He smiled as he put the paper in his pocket. He was definitely going to tell you how he felt tomorrow when you come by to see Anne.

He saw you at the town fair, he did a hand motion which confused you "what" you asked him which made him roll his eyes playfully "comment peux-tu être si ignorant" Jerry sighed as he pulled you aside. "It's about this" Jerry said as he pulled out the hanker-chief that you left him whenever you visited Anne. "Oh" you smiled out. He leans down and plants a soft kiss on your lips and then cheek. "merci ma belle" Jerry said "votre bienvenu mon beau" you said back making him smile, you didn't always speak French with him but whenever you did it made him feel warm and safe inside and he liked it, no he loved it.

𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦: “how can you be so ignorant”, “thanks my beauty”, “your welcome my beautiful”

𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱 :(

-talks to Mathew about the break up and how he misses you, Mathew gives him some advice but it didn't really help so he went to Anne

-she gave him better advice then Mathew did, he gave you a necklace. It was cheap but you didn't mind

-"thank you Jerry" you say once he puts the necklace on you

-"you better not leave me again mon amour" he says as he hugs you tightly

-you obviously get back together

𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦：”my love”

Anne was ram-balling about you, "I mean why would Y/n want to be friends with me? She's just so perfect and I'm just me" Anne said as she sat down on the hey. "It's a mystery for sure." Jerry said as he walked away "why is that" Anne called out for Jerry to turn around "because why would she talk to you when she's could talk to me" Jerry shrugged off as he continued to walk away. In all honesty Jerry wished you had talked to him instead of coming over for Anne all the time, he kind of felt jealous.

#girlsdontlovework’s #anne with an e #jerry baynard #x reader #jerry baynard x reader #my gifs

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arte-with-an-e · 9 months

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anne and jerry play fun sibling games like "stop hitting your brother"

#anne with an e #jerry baynard #anne shirley cuthbert #awae #awae art

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crvptidgf · 1 year

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Distracted (PART 2 of Truce)

Gilbert Blythe x Reader

[FLUFF]

Requested: Yes

Summary: After the truce between the reader and Gilbert, things start to feel tense and awkward between the two.

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Anne and Diana stood at the foot of your bed, giggling with eachother as they waited for you to finish getting dressed. They came over to help you get ready for your - as they called - study date with Gilbert.

You trudged into the room, face beet red at the fact that the two girls had been fantasizing about this day for ages.

"Oh, Y/N, you look magnificent," said Anne.

You smiled in appreciation.

"You don't think it's too much?" you asked.

Shaking her head vigorously she took your hand and led you to your mirror. She took your hair in her hands, pinning it back with a little bow.

Diana joined her to revel at your dress.

"He will not be able to take his eyes off of you," she said.

You whined turning to both of them.

"Don't make this a big deal! I'm only going there to study."

Anne and Diana gave eachother a look, grinning at eachother devilishly.

"Well after he sees you, maybe that'll change."

You playfully shove Anne back, widening your eyes at her statement. Not that she was necessarily wrong.

"Anne Shirley Cuthbert! Stop it."

Laughing at her antics you picked up your basket, stuffing your math books inside. Secretly you were hoping Gilbert would be impressed by your attire - not that you were dressing for him...

You walked back to the mirror, eyeing yourself over once more. The dress reached down to the bottom of your knees, with your autumn coat complimenting the colours perfectly.

Okay... maybe you had thought out your outfit a little too much.

Spinning around you grab your friends' hands, hoping their excitement would give you courage to leave the house and see Gilbert.

"I think I'm ready."

The girls shriek, jumping up and down. With one swift move they push you out of your bedroom door. Taking a deep breath you trail down the stairs, gripping onto the bannister for dear life. You prayed that this wouldn't be a mistake - what would you two even talk about?

Oh no...

Turning your head back, you tried to go back upstairs.

"No. You are going. Now," said Diana, grabbing your shoulders and bringing you to the front door.

With one last look of encouragement they practically shove you out the door.

"Go make us proud," yelled Anne as you trudge down the porch.

You keep walking. You were afraid that if you looked back at your house you would want to run back inside.

Which you sort of did.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad...

- - -

The wind in the air caused the grass to ripple like waves. It was the only thing you could focus on as your nerves skyrocketed.

You didn't even know why - I mean you had never felt this way about him before. You always had something witty to say, always been able to look him in the eye and stay calm. Yet the upcoming days to your study session you had barely been able to have a conversation with him without feeling nervous.

The closer you got to his door, the more you wanted to turn back and go home.

Unfortunately (or fortunately) for you, Gilbert had been waiting at the door for you to come. So, as soon as you reached his front door he had already swung it open ready to invite you in.

"Y/N, fancy seeing you here," he said.

A faint smile grew on your face upon seeing his cheery self. Funnily enough, he was both the reason and the cure to your anxiety.

"Of course. I'm ready to finally beat you at math," you responded, still unable to wipe your growing grin.

Moving aside, Gilbert extends his arm out, inviting you in. You set your basket on the table as he reaches for your shoulders, slowly taking your jacket off.

Oh wow.

It was weirdly intimate - with his breath fanning across your neck as he leaned over to reach your height. His fingers brushed across the fabric on your back, pulling the winter coat down from your shivering frame.

You were too afraid to turn your head back to look at him. I mean he was right there.

"So..." he trails off as he hooks your clothing onto the coat hanger.

"I was thinking we could start with algebra?"

You roll your eyes, smiling at his words.

"Gilbert I may be bad at math but I'm not that hopeless," you respond.

To be fair to him all he had seen from you since he got back from his travels was you blanking out on every question asked in class. It wasn't necessarily your fault. You were just always... preoccupied. Preoccupied looking at Gilbert, that is.

Yes. You admitted it. Your mind had been full of thoughts of him ever since he returned to school. The way his eyes glinted in the sunlight, turning his previously black eyes into a warm chocolate colour. Or the way his curls messed up when he'd rush into class on a windy day, scarf strewn about the place.

He was just... cute. Gilbert Blythe was cute.

"Earth to Y/N?"

Speak of the devil.

You were brought back to your senses at the sound of his voice. He had this sweet look on his face as if he was worried about you. His eyebrows were furrowed as he reached a hand over to grab your shoulder.

"Sorry did you say something?"

"I asked where you wanted to start, you know since you definitely have algebra down perfectly," he added the last part teasingly.

You raise an eyebrow at him. Was he seriously starting this right now?

"Right... I was thinking trigonometry."

Before turning away you caught his eyes gazing at your dress, drinking you in with every fibre of his being. They trailed down from your collarbone all the way to the hem, admiring (unbeknownst to him) Diana and Anne's handiwork.

You were trailing off a lot, your mind clearly elsewhere. And he totally knew.

You caught a small grin playing on his lips as he stared at you, mesmerized. His lips, which you now noticed, were incredibly pink and swollen from the cold outside, the blush reaching his cheeks.

"You were outside?" you asked.

"Already changing topics I see," he says as he pulls out a chair for you, proceeding to take a seat across from you.

Again, you rolled your eyes, but took a seat anyway.

He had started explaining the basics to you, his hand motions exaggerating with every word he spoke. However your mind began to wander.

How his soft hands would feel against yours, warming you up on a cold day. Or maybe how it would feel to have his hair tickle the back of your neck as you two hugged, or-

"Y/N!" once again you were shocked out of your thoughts.

You smiled apologetically and muttered a meek 'sorry' before focusing your attention again.

You couldn't believe you were letting yourself be distracted by Gilbert Blythe. For the longest time you had waited for this day to finally come, and now that it was here you couldn't stop thinking about him - even though he was literally right there.

You all but groaned internally, becoming aggravated with your lack of concentration. This was hopeless.

All of a sudden you heard a book snap closed.

You jolt upwards, straightening your back. Shit. You were too focused on not focusing that you stopped focusing!

"I have a sense something might be on your mind?"

Your eyes shifted around the room, trying to look anywhere but at him. Why was this so damn hard? He was just some silly boy who was trying to help you. All you can think about is his stupid smile and his-

"Y/N! Seriously are you feeling okay? You don't seem like yourself."

He had moved now to stand infront of you, hand rested on the back of your chair. He leaned over to take a good look at you. Reaching his hand over to your forehead, he felt the temperature with the back of his hand.

It was warm, soft, and his touch was so tender that you could melt right there.

"I'm okay. Just been distracted lately."

You take his hand from your forehead, skin buzzing at the contact of your fingers almost intertwining together. You place his hand on the table right next to you. This movement had caused his arms to encase around you, meaning you were trapped between him, the chair, and the table.

"Oh yeah?" he asked.

Oh my God. It was killing you being this close to him, yet so, so far.

You nodded, unable to open your mouth in fear that all would come out was incoherent jumbles.

"I can't hear you," responded to your incompetence.

"Yes. I- I have."

"With...?"

His face grew dangerously close to you, breath fanning across your face. His brown curls tumbled onto his eyebrow, blocking his vision slightly.

Your hand slowly raised up, all but trembling in anxiety. Gently, and excruciatingly slow, you push his hair back from his eyes.

His breath hitched in his throat. You had no idea the effect you were having on him, considering he had been trying to hide it all day.

"Why don't we do something about it, then? You wanna talk to me?"

He always knew he liked you. There was never a doubt in his mind - and now as you sat across from him, cheeks reddening by the second, he had no doubt you felt the same.

You were at a loss for words. It's not that you didn't want to tell him. You just didn't know how. Especially with the way your words would catch in your throat everytime you tried.

"Y/N," he whispered. It would've been inaudible if it weren't for the fact that his face was 2 inches away from yours.

Silently, you edged yourself closer to him, now basically sitting at the end of the seat.

His knuckles were now white, holding onto the back of your chair for dear life. He wanted to kiss you, to make a move, but he also desperately wanted to hear you say what he's always wanted you to.

"Kiss me."

And with that any and all constraint he had before diminished.

His lips crashed into yours, the hand that was gripping the chair was now supporting your lower back as you arched closer to him, needing to be as close as possible to him.

His teeth grazed your bottom lip, which caused you to gasp, allowing his tongue to finally massage yours.

You sighed, leaning back and grabbing the back of his neck to lead him towards you. His lips were burning with the sensation of yours against his, and he didn't know if he wanted to pull away.

If it weren't for his lack of oxygen he wouldn't have.

Moving away, but only slightly, you two caught your breath together, your huffs and pants melding into one.

"You still distracted?" he asked, still breathing heavily.

"Now more than ever."

And with that, your lips met once again. Now more passionate than before, as he held onto your waist for stability.

Standing up, you pressed your palms onto his chest, applying pressure to push him backwards.

"If we don't stop we'll never get back to the math problem," you said in a hushed manner.

"Like you were paying attention anyway."

With a playful smack, you pecked his cheek and sat back down, gesturing for him to do the same. He agreed only after you promised that if you get through this question undisturbed, you would have another break with him.

It's safe to say you never finished the trigonometry question.

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boxedclocksandomens · 4 months

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a few anne with an e kids as picrews. i mostly based these off of their appearances in the last couple seasons- it was a bit difficult to make their clothes look accurate to the time period, but i think they turned out cool-

anne and diana

gilbert, cole, and jerry

josie and ruby

picrew link

#anne with an e #awae #anne shirley #gilbert blythe #josie pye #diana barry #ruby gillis #jerry baynard #cole mackenzie

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frickingnerd · 8 months

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Anne Of Green Gables Masterlist

Anne Shirley Cuthbert

fake dating anne shirley cuthbert - headcanons

Diana Barry

proposing to diana barry - headcanons

Gilbert Blythe

gilbert blythe telling you "i love you" for the first time - headcanons

Jerry Baynard/Buote

baby, it's cold outside - oneshot

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banquisefond · 1 year

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Why do I think Diana Barry is a lesbian ?

First of all, I'd like to note that I totally understand if anyone disagrees. What will follow is solely my very personal interpretation of Diana's character arc. Also, this only applies to the "Anne with an E" version of the character, I have never seen any other adaptation so I can't speak for it.

Diana is a young girl who's been raised in a rural and conservative environment. Even though her family is rich and gave her an education, the very fact of her living in the countryside has forbidden her have an open perspective on the world. Until Anne arrives in her life, she knows no better than what her family, church and conservative neighbors taught her. Throughout the seasons, her character is developed around the journey she takes to break from that pattern. Step by step, she lifts the veil that was tied before her eyes, proving that despite her "perfect daughter to become perfect spouse" appearance, she is, in fact, different. She's different from what was planned for her, but she's also different from the people of Avonlea. Her perspective and dreams are.

Her difference is already implied at the core of her character. Have you ever noticed how she is the only character (or almost) with a non-christian name ? Now, I know, this is reaching, I promise that I have more solid arguments for later, but hear me out on this one. I could list an enormous enumeration of names from that show that have christian roots (Anne, Matthew, Mary, Sebastian etc.). While this difference is never addressed in AWAE, it is in the first book, by Matthew. I won't have the quote right because I own the books in french so let me resume it. Matthew tells Anne about Diana when she first arrives in Avonlea. Anne gasps because she thinks Diana has a beautiful name. Matthew later on complains on it non being christian and that her parents better have named her Jane or something. She was named that way because the Barrys hosted a professor by the time of her birth. Eventually, they let him name their newborn for some reason. So, he choose "Diana", which is inspired by the roman goddess "Diane". Firstly, I think this can be interpreted as a sign her path isn't traditional education, intended by her parents who wants to send her to Paris but rather an actual education, which she'll choose by attending college. Moreover, we can go further by acknowledging that a named inspired by Diane says a lot too. Diane is the goddess of hunt, and protector of young women (in other words virginity). Diane's entourage was strictly feminine, men weren't allowed. Now, some people assume that Diane and her companions were in fact sapphics. Anyway, Diane is the symbol of independents women who don't require men to live to the fullest.

After some subtext, we now can lean on the actual events of the show.

As we previously established, Diana is, at the beginning of the show, still oblivious of the outside world and as Anne would say, the possibilities. Her very first breakthrough is the first encounter between she and Anne.

Anne is a free-thinker. Her only education she ever had is from the books she read and her own imagination. That makes her this very unique character full of open-mindedness and creativity. This is the first time Diana met someone so different from what she knows.

I'd like to focus on that one scene in the 03x01 episode when Anne makes Diana swear solemnly on their friendship. When Anne first come up with the idea, Diana is firmly closed because she's been taught by her religious background that swearing is a sin. Anne, who has always known the term "swearing" trough literature, proceeds to explain Diana what it means to her, and how beautiful that is.

"Shall we swear we’ll be best friends, for ever and ever ? (...) - Let’s imagine that it’s night time and that this path is a stream. Hold this. Twist your finger around mine (...) I solemnly swear to be faithful to my bosom friend Diana Barry for as long as the sun and the moon shine”

This quote speaks for itself on how magnificent that scene was. Anyway. This moment is immensely important for Diana. It is also for Anne, but from her perspective, she sees it more as an occasion to live in her fantasy world full of poetry. For Diana, it represents the beginning of her change and growth. She opened her mind about something she thought was immoral, only to find out it's actually beautiful. At this moment, we can see in her eyes that she's falling in love. Not necessarily with Anne but with her freedom. This is the realization that she could be way more.

“I could never love anyone as I love you Anne - Wait, you love me ? - Off course I do (...) - I thought you liked me of course, but I’ve never hoped you loved me - I love you devotedly Anne” - (1x5)

Diana directly confess her love for Anne. Of course, it is displayed as a platonic love, and it probably is for Anne, but I just want to slid it in there.

Now, let's dive in, as I call it, the "Party at aunt Joséphine/homophobia" arc. Again, there is this display of the duality between what she's intended to be and what she could be at the beginning, when she meets this famous pianist who recommend her to start a career as a musician. Diana seems almost offended because playing piano other than for recreational purposes was never a possibility for her. Then, she founds herself surrounded by a diversity of people (queer people, independent woman etc.) before learning that her aunt was, in fact, a lesbian. Then the internalized homophobia knocks in and Diana is very upset. She feels kind of betrayed by the truth, to find out that the world is wider than she knew it to be.

This series of events leads to this very emotional scene between Cole and Diana. While Diana stands firmly that same sex relationships are wrong, Cole gives her the most adorable speech. I'll let his words speaks for me :

“If your aunt lived her life feeling something was wrong with her, that she was...broken, defective, or unnatural...then one day, she met someone that made her realize that wasn’t true, there was nothing wrong with her and she was fine. Shouldn’t we be happy for her ? - I think it’s spectacular”

Does that rings any bells ? I'm not gonna over-explaining this. Diana basically discovers that omg gay people exists !!! And that it's not inherently a bad thing.

It is time to dismantle the Jerry allegations.

This "romance" takes place at the very fateful moment of Diana character arc, when she have to choose between 2 futures. The one her parents decided, and the one she truly wants, alongside with aunt Jo and Anne.

First thing about teenagers who plans to go against their parents for the first time, is that they'll try to experience rebellious acts in a smaller scale, to know how it feels. This is exactly what Diana did with Jerry. He is the closest boy she knows while being the only one her parents don't know about. She wants to feel forbidden love, but, she soon finds out that she doesn't feel anything for Jerry. There is no passion, she is not intellectually triggered with him neither. After realizing that, she ditch him pretty rudely. She knows she was wrong from the beginning and that all this just wasn't for her.

Finally, Diana reaches the acceptation of who she is by the end of the third season. She knows what she wants and got to finally attend to Queen's college after secretly taking the exams.

This represents her embracing being different. She choose to go against traditional ways. She choose to get an education, despite the remonstrances from her family. This is the end of her journey to find herself and the beginning of a new one where she can fully be herself.

I see this development as a really accurate parallel with the lesbian experience. Of course, you're free to see it as it is stated in the show. I just want to share :)

I doubt anyone read this until the end but, if any of you have a good fanfic about Diana finding a girl in college, I'm open lol.

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