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[rococobimbo]

Shoutout to Miss Honey from Matilda fr, gotta be one of my favorite genders

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[maybeimamuppet]

twelve days of matilda-mas - day 1: cuddles

hellooooooo everybody!!! happy holiday season if you celebrate something and happy day if you do not! i hope everyone’s doing well!

and a very warm welcome to a little thing i’m calling the twelve days of matildamas!! from today until christmas eve i’ll be posting a short (ish) oneshot related to a holiday-ish theme :)) i’ve been working on these since around october and i’m very excited for y’all to get to see them too :))))

i did not come up with the prompts on my own also!! i borrowed them from a list i used before for my mean girls holiday fics in 2021 (also if you’re not fussy about fandoms and are in the mood for some christmas stories pls feel free to read those too! please they took me so long lol) and the original list was created by @/bidiboop on wattpad (i hope i got that handle right!!) for that fandom and i just wiggled a few to fit this one.

anyway!! boring stuff over happy holidays or winterval or whatever you got going on and i hope you enjoy day one!!

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Jenny always takes her time waking up.

Obviously, she has an alarm to ensure she’s up and ready with plenty of time for school, but she’s usually awake long before. Sometimes she’ll drift back off and coast into some more dreams before she has to be up. Other times she simply lies in bed, comfy in the sheets that are nice and warm after sleeping in them all night, and lets her mind wander.

Starting today, school is on winter holidays. She misses her students, but she does have to admit that it’s nice having nothing to worry about until January. Her alarm is turned off, she’s cozy and warm in bed while a freezing wind blusters the bare branches of the small birch trees just outside her window, and-

Hm.

The one thing she had allowed herself to splurge on when she and Matilda moved into her childhood home was a nice bed. Large, with a nice mattress that sounded like it would age well along with her aging body.

She’s not used to being so cramped for space.

Furrowing her brows in confusion, she carefully tugs the blankets away from the small lump she’s found herself pressed against.

And there she finds Matilda.

She’s completely buried in the blanket. Her head doesn’t even rest on the pillows. Her nose is pressed to Jenny’s side, and the rest of her is curled into a loose ball next to her mother. Jenny’s a bit confused as to why she’s not asleep in bed, her own bed, where she left her last night, but she doesn’t complain.

She tucks her back in, beneath her nose this time, to ensure she can breathe, and gently strokes her nails through the roots of Matilda’s hair. She smiles as her nose crinkles a little in sleepy confusion, and Matilda cuddles a little bit closer.

They stay that way for a long, long while. Jenny feels the sun streaming through the window slowly shift to warm different parts of her back while she and her daughter share a cozy cuddle in the large bed. It’s certainly a pleasant way to begin the morning. Jenny doesn’t think either of them would complain about doing it more often.

Eventually, Matilda’s eyes flutter open and she stretches herself out as far as she can before curling back in on herself and blinking at Jenny.

“Hello,” Jenny murmurs softly. “Sleep well?”

Matilda nods and grumbles sleepily in the back of her throat. She presses her face against Jenny’s chest and murmurs, “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” Jenny echoes. “You’re not where I left you last night.”

Matilda nods. “Your bed’s nicer.”

“Ah, using me for my bed, eh?” Jenny teases, gently poking Matilda in the side. Matilda squeals and jerks away.

“Hey!”

“Hey me? You’ve stolen my whole duvet!” Jenny says with laughter in her voice. Matilda’s face falls.

“I’m sorry,” she says softly. “I… I… I just wanted…”

“It’s alright, lamb,” Jenny says comfortingly, tipping Matilda’s chin up. “You can come join me any time you fancy a cuddle. I’ll never be angry with that. It’s much warmer with you here, anyway. I don’t even need the duvet.”

“Any time?” Matilda questions softly.

“Any time,” Jenny confirms with a nod.

“Then… could we stay like this the whole entire day?” Matilda asks with more of her usual pep in her voice.

“The entire day?” Jenny asks in shock.

Matilda nods. “There’s no school. We haven’t got anything better to do today.”

Jenny considers this. There’s chores to be done around the house, and billing and paperwork for the new year to be done for school. But it’s only early in the holidays. They have days to get everything done. One can be sacrificed, she supposes. Especially for the greater good.

And this is most definitely the greater good.

“Well, I think we ought to have breakfast, but I don’t see why not. You’re right, we really don’t have much we need to get done today,” she says.

“Yes!” Matilda cheers, rolling onto her back and throwing her arms to the ceiling in victory. Jenny laughs and gently boops the tip of her nose.

“Come eat, then back to bed with us.”

They have some oatmeal sweetened with brown sugar and cinnamon, handle the dishes, and return to bed with warm, full bellies and a copy of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. Matilda sits in the hollow of Jenny’s body with the blanket on top of her and begins to read aloud.

And it

is absolutely

perfect.

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hope you enjoyed!! see you tomorrow :DDD

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[vento-di-fata]

Did they seriously put a Doctor Who reference in the Matilda musical

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[unionize-aromantically]

Matilda is a pretty good movie, not just cause it's fun and there's magic and fighting back against abuse, but also because it shows someone absolutely obsessed with libraries and books. libraries deserve that praise

(I'm sure the book does to but I haven't read it, do tell me)

edit: yes the book does too. woo

#librarycore #i love libraries #libraries #library #matilda film #matilda movie #matilda roald Dahl #roald dahl #books #ink.post

[puzzled-pegasus]

Is Miss Trunchbull from Matilda a queercoded villain?

Discuss :)

#matilda wormwood #matilda roald dahl #roald dahl

[popcornoncemore]

Roald Dahl's Matilda has always been important to me in all of it's forms. However, I think that as I get older and I start recognizing bullies I never realized were hurting me and I began needing to know how to fight for myself, the story becomes even more important. I may not have magic powers, but I can rewrite my story with bravery, intellect, and most importantly love and friendship. Every time I read or watch a version of Matilda, I feel more empowered to take back my life.

#matilda #matilda roald dahl #matilda 2022 #matilda 1996 #matilda the musical #popcornwithnate

[franki-lew-yo]

About the 'Roald Dahl edits'

Can someone please just show me an actual, undoctored picture of the changes being made to which books?

That's all I ask! I keep seeing absurd clearly liberal-mocking fake scans that no book company would ever make being presented as "evidence" of the changes. Don't do that. Show me a list of the changes.

Welp, I'm writing about this because, as I've expressed before, I love Roald Dahl as a writer but I don't like him as a person. That's the thing about some people's work- it just comes with the territory that they are at LEAST 'problematic' given the creators worldview; Dahl, Lovecraft, Tezuka, Uncle Walt, even my German-crabapple daddy Ted Geisel. I'm not gonna @ these dead ppl for DARING to not be up to my modern liberal standards no more than I am gonna paint them as REAL LIBERATORS bcuz I want them to be -! When it comes to removing books from circulation or editing out words, I understand.

Regarding the changes though...I really haven't seen anything that's too wild?? Yet.

As a brief aside, I think it'd be better for everyone if The Witches was just removed from publication. It's Dahl's most offensive book when you combine it with his real world politics. And again I say screw the accusations that this book is 'sexist' when the problem with it is that it's antisemetic and so was Dahl.

But honestly? Changing the line to be "some ladies do wear wigs and there's nothing wrong with that" works with Dahl's writing style. Same with calling Augustus Gloop 'enormous'. Same effect in place, just without the sting of just calling a child fat.

Now, if these lines are left in place while Luke's grandma's explaining in the text how "no, don't pick at people's hair even if they're wearing gloves they aren't all witches" are given the boot, I can understand some outrage. But, again, to me I think this is better proof as to why Witches should just be left alone and maybe not published anymore. The og text did provide context, the problem is that the book itself is racist by asserting that all witches are 'evil', and that the only reason to not bother women with wigs and gloves is they "may not be a witch". That's messed up, even if it weren't alluding to any real life antisemetic-isms. Asideaside-- I'd be very curious to see how the The Twits is changed if it's changed at all. Twits has this very poignant description of how, no matter how unconventional you are, you can never be 'ugly' if you are good and sweet- where no matter how "pretty" you are, if you are an ugly person inside people will see you that way. It's a really good breakdown of that phenomena even though it's still technically bodyshaming. Also, they're monkeys, not people (take that as you will) but The Twits is about an abused family of stolen monkeys and birds tricking the Twits, who are their captors, into killing themselves and then returning to the wild where they belong. --- Anyway...removing the part of BFG where the giants says humans of different country's taste different or Mr. Grasshopper's awful quip about Mexicans in James and the Giant Peach isn't any skin off my nose. Especially if they are going to read to young kids today, kids don't need to hear that kind of language. Philly Pullman can disagree with me all he wants but personally I think these books, not their author's squeaky image or politics, deserve to live on.

That being said-

I would be upset if changes were made that started insisting that characters who were fat AREN'T fat, now. Or that the white cis cast Dahl wrote were now being described as bipoc or genderfluid when they weren't. Let's not pull a JK Rowling here. Yes, it is true that for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Roald both a) wanted Charlie and the Buckets to be a black-British family and b) removed racist descriptions of the Oompa Loompas within his lifetime from real life pygmies to a fantasy-race. That's awfully neat of him for someone so much of turdwhich. Those kinds of changes are best for adaptations and reinventions of the stories. But it'd be indecent of the publishers to suddenly push the idea that the Buckets are black and always have been now, and/or that the Oompa Loompas can't still be racist somewhat just because they aren't depicting a real life ethnic group. To alter the original text of the books well after Dahl's death to be more 'friendly' IS the kind of censorship and historical revisionism to be wary of.

It's there that Pullman's comments of 'read another book' ring true: If you can't take that the book has some problematicisms in it, I tell you there are other children's books to read! By making the text of the books 'progressive by modern audiences' standards, that'd be erasing this very discussion and, more importantly, the concerns of BIPOC/Jewish people everywhere.

That'd be like if Disney rereleased Fantasia and had a redesigned, less offensive Sunflower in the background. That'd be disgusting, not because Sunflower shouldn't be reclaimed or redesigned, but because that's a company wanting to hide from the mistakes of the past in order to sell more stuff to you and make you trust them. I'd love me a black Charlie Bucket, but in a new version of Chocolate Factory, not an attempt to hide liberals from the fact that uncle Dahl was racist.

That's what I think should be continued, both as a way to keep his work alive and also to diss Dahl from beyond the grave: adapt his works!!!

Fantastic Mr. Fox, Matilda, James and the Giant Peach, BFG, and Willy Wonka are awesome. Dahl hated changes to his stories being made for film....so change his stories for film! Some things have to change and should change. While the 2020 Netflix The Witches was bad, I could get on board making Luke and the humans in the story people of color. That has the potential to turn the connotations of the original on it's head; instead of witches being a metaphor for 'secret societies' they'd be an illusion to real life organizations that tout themselves as kind and homely and traditional but are actually pure evil. How the witches specifically target children of certain demographics only for the dog to bite back and fight them with their own medicine- also keep the nice witch from the 80s film.

None of these changes would ever fix the fact that the og book is what it is, but they're an example of why adaptation, not revisionism, is so important.

Don't hide from mistakes of the past. That's why I'm as upfront with you all about my inspiration for my works being Dahl and Dr. Seuss. These people are not perfect and they're also not my own essence of creativity- but you can believe I was inspired to write because of them. Dana Terrace absolutely has Harry Potter to thank for The Owl House-it doesn't mean Owl House should pay for Harry Potter's sins. Let Owl House pay for it's own sins, thank you!

When it comes to problematic/ offensive work of the past, we should not be hiding from them. Teach kids and adults to think critically and learn that their white-made nostalgia is biased and bad sometimes. When it comes to problematic/ offensive works by still living authors, please just don't by Hogwarts Legacy.

That's all I got. Feel welcome to @ or message me if there's something my white-Gentile-ness forgot or am leaving out. I want to have an actual conversation about this cuz I think it's important. This post also kept me from falling asleep midday again.

#roald dahl #the witches roald dahl #the witches #james and the giant peach #charlie and the chocolate factory #fantastic mr fox #matilda the musical #matilda roald dahl #Roald Dahl's edits #Roald Dahl's classics #Roald Dahl revisions #revisionist history #historical revisionism

[balladofhollisbrown]

why is carrie by stephen king and matilda by roald dahl so similar. like both about bullied schoolgirls who have fucked up homes that get telekinesis and get revenge on everyone who has wronged them using those powers. only difference is matilda is pg and has a happy ending

#matilda #carrie #carrie stephen king #stephen king #roald dahl #matilda roald dahl

[sxnyarostova]

just realised today that the entirety of matilda is just dahl making social commentary on how debilitating and destructive the school system is + how we tamp down on the curiosity and creativity of young children with what we think is “education”

#matilda #matilda roald dahl

[intrn37]

I think maturing as an asexual is realising what Ms Trunchbull said in Matilda the musical actually makes an eery amount of sense

#matilda the musical #matilda roald dahl #ms trunchbull #broadway #musicals #asexual #maturity

[poetry-lair]

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Hi everyone!! Long time ago, I saw a video, which is from a trend dedicated to the characters who resemble, and I was so intrigued about this that I tried to do a similar thing.

I hope that you like it!!

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[truessences]

Check out my review of Matilda the Musical!

#movie review #matilda #matilda the musical #matilda roald dahl #lashana lynch #alisha weir #matilda wormwood #miss honey #emma thompson #the trunchball

[maybeimamuppet]

matildamas day 11: making special breakfast

hi everyone!! welcome welcome to day eleven and your dose of a tiny bit of holiday angst!

tw for

repercussions of child abuse/trauma

enjoy!!

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Jenny is awoken in the wee hours of the morning by sounds in the hallway outside her room.

Frowning in confusion, she puts on her slippers and cracks the door, listening to what must be Matilda in the hall, creaking down it and down the stairs. Jenny opens her door the rest of the way and steps out. The clock against the far wall reads 3:45 a.m. What is she doing awake?

She follows her curiously down the stairs and finds her in the living room, with the lights to the Christmas tree turned on. Otherwise the room is pitch dark. Matilda sits on her knees facing it, almost unmoving.

“Matilda?” Jenny murmurs. Matilda jumps and whirls around to see her, surreptitiously wiping some tears from her eyes with the back of her sleeve and sniffling quietly. “What are you doing up?”

“I’m sorry,” Matilda whispers shakily.

Jenny frowns and goes to kneel beside her daughter. Matilda sobs quietly as Jenny wraps an arm around her shoulders. Jenny frowns in concern and pulls her close, rubbing her hand gently up and down Matilda’s arm. “It’s alright, firefly. Why are you so upset, now?”

Matilda is quiet for a long, long time, her tears twinkling in her eyes and as they fall down her cheeks, reflecting the white lights shining on the Christmas tree.

Her voice trembles when her lips part and she softly says, “E-every year, there would be so-so many gifts under the tree they spread out from beneath it for a meter on-on every side.”

Jenny turns to look at her, and just listens.

“And every year on-on Christmas Eve, I’d sneak out of bed and go downstairs and I’d check all of them. Every single one. To see if it-it had my name,” Matilda continues. “And none… none of them ever did. Every one was for Mum, or Michael, or for Dad. Every one. I never saw my name on any. I never had a stocking.”

Jenny is almost in tears listening to the child explain.

“I-I’m… thrilled, to live here. It’s so wonderful. But… I think about them every day. In science there’s always a reason for why things happen. And in stories you almost always find out why things happen, too. And I just-I just don’t know what I did wrong.”

“Oh, darling,” Jenny says as Matilda’s voice breaks at the end of the sentence and she breaks down sobbing, face towards the floor. She’s limp and molds willingly to her body when Jenny picks her up and cradles her in her lap.

“Why did they love Michael and not me? Why-why didn’t they want me? Ever, even though I tried so-so hard?! Why didn’t… why didn’t they love me?!”

She starts crying so hard she’s hyperventilating, and Jenny is a little worried she’ll be sick. She squeezes her child even tighter to her and rocks her, squeezes her, holds her, cries right along with her.

She knows Matilda isn’t able to take in information in her state, at least not now. Even still, she gently hushes her, murmurs, “I know, darling, I know, let it out. I’m here, I’ve got you. Shhh, I know.”

Matilda cries for at least an hour. Sometimes her sobs slow only to pick right up again, but for the most part, she just releases those heavy, deep, heart-wrenching, stomach-aching sobs that wrack her whole little body and send millions of teardrops soaking into Jenny’s pajama top. They both just sit there and cry together, in the brisk, dark, early hours of the morning.

Eventually, finally, Matilda quiets and sniffles a final sniffle against Jenny’s shoulder. Jenny immediately cups her small face between her hands and dries her tears with her thumb, before she presses a lingering kiss right between Matilda’s eyebrows.

“I love you,” is the first thing she says.

Matilda sniffles again, but her arms tighten the slightest bit around Jenny’s neck.

“I… I don’t know why they didn’t. I wish more than anything I could at least explain in a satisfying way why they behaved the way they did. I wish I could take this pain from you, my lamb. If I thought it would do any good I’d hunt them down in Spain and demand answers from them, but… sometimes we just have to let the past ache for a while. We may never get that closure, and I’m so sorry for that.”

Matilda sniffles again, looking intently at her.

“I wish you had never had to even meet them, sometimes. They caused you so much undue heartache,” Jenny continues. “So much strife and misery. I truly don’t understand how someone can look a little girl as beautiful and wonderful as you in those precious eyes and still choose to be so horrible. I’ll never understand.

“But I can absolutely promise you, with all my heart, that it is entirely on them. It was never, ever your fault, my firefly. You didn’t ask to be born at all, especially to them. They made some despicable choices that hurt a lot of people, but most especially you. And those are their choices. You didn’t deserve that in the slightest. And it was absolutely not caused by anything you did.

“And as much as I wish they hadn’t, you have come out of that family such an amazing child. Even if someday your body catches up to your mind, which I doubt, mind you, but even if it does, you’re so wonderful, Matilda. You’re bright and giggly and kind and sweet and caring and beautiful. And you’re you. And I absolutely love getting to have you and to love you. It’s by far and away the best thing ever to happen to me. I wouldn’t trade getting to raise you for all the money and gold and silver in the entire world.”

“I love you,” Matilda replies shakily. It may be many fewer words than Jenny said, but she knows they’re just as profound, carry just as much meaning behind them. Jenny smiles sadly and gently strokes her thumb across her cheek once more.

“I love you too.” She tries to keep the quiver from her voice as she says the words. Matilda wraps herself back around her and rests her cheek on her shoulder, her face outwards and towards the tree. “You won’t have to do that this year, I promise. All the presents will have your name. And you saw me knit your stocking myself. You’ll never have to go back to being treated that way.”

She feels Matilda smile faintly against her shoulder, and she smiles in return as she gently noses against Matilda’s hair.

“Feeling any better?” she murmurs. Matilda nods gently. “Good.”

Neither of them are entirely sure how long they stay like that. Jenny goes back to gently rocking her daughter and gazing at nothing. Matilda stares peacefully at the tree and lets herself be cuddled close.

They both jump a little when the large grandfather clock at the top of the stairs chimes six a.m. Matilda sighs a little as she relaxes again. Jenny does too, taking another deep inhale to try to get her breathing back into a normal rhythm.

“I’m hungry,” Matilda whispers after a while, like it’s some terribly shameful secret. Jenny can’t help but chuckle a little bit.

“Shall we go work on breakfast? I don’t see much sense in trying to go back to sleep now.”

Matilda nods, and Jenny can feel her yawn.

She pauses for a moment before she asks, “What’s your very favorite breakfast? If you could have anything in the world to eat right now, what would it be?”

Matilda mulls this over for a good while. Jenny wants to do her very best to turn this morning around for the both of them, so she’s content to do whatever Matilda says. Within reason, of course. Matilda did ask if they could add gold leaf to their pork chops one evening, just to see what it was like. Jenny respectfully turned down that idea in rather a hurry.

But, this time, Matilda simply replies, “Pancakes.”

“Just pancakes?” Jenny asks. They’re not exactly a common breakfast for them, but they’re not a hot or rare commodity, either. But Matilda nods. “Then let’s go make pancakes.”

Matilda lifts her head off her shoulder and smiles at her. Jenny smiles back and helps her up. Matilda helps her in return. Ordinarily she’d go rushing off to the kitchen and already be halfway done with the pancakes by the time Jenny made it, but today they go hand in hand. Matilda seems to need Jenny’s solid presence nearby. Jenny is more than content to oblige.

It’s an oddly silent breakfast-making morning, though neither of them see it as a negative thing. Matilda needs time to process and recover from the deep, heavy, soul-altering emotions of the morning; along with her lack of sleep. Jenny simply doesn’t feel the need to fill the silence today.

They decide to spoil themselves a bit by making their pancakes from scratch instead of a box mix. They work off each other even without speaking. Matilda measures and adds the flour, Jenny adds the baking powder and salt. Matilda does the sugar, Jenny adds the milk and the butter. Matilda cracks in an egg as the last step.

The recipe doesn’t call for mess, but they make one anyway. It always happens, no matter how hard they try to avoid it. But, seeing Matilda grin faintly as she picks up a drop of spilled batter on her finger and sneakily tastes it makes the cloud of flour on the counter and the bit of spilled egg entirely worth it.

“Pick a fruit or two and some protein, please,” Jenny says as she melts some butter on the pan to prepare to cook the pancakes. Matilda nods and heads to root through the refrigerator and the fruit bowl on the counter next to it. To nobody’s surprise, she returns with a package of bacon, a crate of strawberries, and two bananas. Jenny smiles as Matilda rests her bounty on the counter and starts preparing everything.

Jenny focuses on cooking the pancakes. Matilda does like helping with the mixture, but she says Jenny cooks them better and somehow makes them tastier. Jenny is constantly (with no foundation, mind) worried that Matilda will burn herself, and is always happy to step in.

Matilda chops the bananas into pennies, the green tops off the strawberries, and gets another pan going to fry up the bacon. Before long, they have a huge stack of pancakes nearly a foot high, a whole box’s worth of delicious strawberries washed and ready to eat, bananas beautifully sliced up for them, and delectable-smelling bacon just begging to be piled onto plates and gobbled up.

Jenny gets down their fancy china, usually reserved for parties and the like, from the cabinet, along with their personal teacups. Matilda smiles when she sees all the festive dishware out and ready to be used.

Matilda ducks out to use the restroom just before they sit down to eat. Jenny takes the opportunity to prepare her a special plate of their delicious breakfast.

She takes one of the more lopsided pancakes and uses it as the base for her masterpiece. She places another, much smaller and more round, one at the bottom, and then two of the banana slices to be eyeballs. They look a bit incomplete, so she takes two blueberries from a crate in the fridge and sticks them in the middle of the bananas. A strawberry for a nose, and bacon carefully slid haphazardly beneath the pancakes. Jenny chuckles proudly to herself when she sees the pancake Rudolph she’s left with. It’s ever so slightly creepy, but mostly very cute. Matilda will love it, and more importantly, will eat it.

Matilda returns from the bathroom drying her still-damp hands on her nightgown. She takes a seat at the kitchen table and yawns with her head resting in her little hand. Jenny slides the reindeer breakfast in front of her, and watches the smile spread across her entire face. Matilda looks up at her with sheer joy and a touch of gratitude in her eyes. She does a little happy dance and smiles back down at her breakfast before popping the strawberry nose into her mouth.

Jenny plates up her own pancakes and sits across from her, smiling as Matilda methodically eats away her reindeer.

Between the two of them, they just manage to finish almost all the food. They don’t quite manage to polish it all off, but neither of them mind. They’re both absolutely stuffed, and Matilda is smiling. That’s all that matters. The bacon can be made into sandwiches for lunch, the pancakes will keep well wrapped up for a few more days of tasty breakfast, and the fruit will make a nutritious thing for them to nibble on when they get peckish throughout the day.

They wash the dishes side by side. Jenny scrubs, Matilda dries and puts the clean ones in the rack. With both working, it takes no time at all.

Matilda gives a remarkable yawn as soon as the dish towel is hung to dry on the cabinet. Jenny can’t quite contain a chuckle.

“Do you want to go back to bed for a bit? That yawn was strong enough to wake the dead,” she hums. “You must be tired.”

Matilda nods. She had a very emotionally taxing morning, and a good cry, all on top of being up at four in the morning. Her eyes are heavy, and she keeps rubbing at them with a little fist. Jenny can almost see how much energy it takes her just to say, “Yes please.”

Jenny nods. “Go on then. I’ll get you up in a couple hours.”

Matilda pads slowly towards the staircase, yawning again and stretching as she goes. Her hand wraps around the stair post, and she pauses as she touches the worn, dark wood. “Will you tuck me in?”

Jenny chuckles again. “Tuck you in for a nap?” she says. Matilda nods shyly. “Of course. Come on, up you get.”

Matilda smiles faintly and walks up the stairs. Jenny follows closely and trails behind her into Matilda’s bedroom.

Matilda crawls into bed and gets into a comfortable position. Jenny carefully fluffs out her blankets and lays them over her, and hands her her stuffed worm to snuggle with while she rests. Matilda smiles as she gently cups her face and leans down to kiss her forehead. She inhales a bit and asks, “Will you stay?”

Jenny pauses briefly.

“Please?” Matilda asks quietly. Jenny nods. How can she say no?

“Of course. Budge up,” she says. Matilda scoots over to make room for Jenny beneath the covers and latches back to her side as soon as she’s comfortable. Matilda grabs and holds tightly to her arm, as if trying to tether her to the bed. Jenny smooths a hand through her hair and kisses her forehead again. “Go to sleep. You need some more rest.”

Matilda nods and rests her head on her shoulder. Jenny looks at the ceiling peacefully as she listens to Matilda’s breathing grow steadily more slow and even. Just before she drifts off completely, Matilda’s lips part and she whispers, “Thank you.”

Jenny smiles and cuddles her a little closer. “Always, my firefly.”

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i hope you enjoyed!! see you tomorrow for the final day !!

#matilda #matilda roald dahl #matilda 1996 #matilda the musical #matilda 2022 #matildamas #matildamas day 11

[quotespile]

Sometimes Matilda longed for a friend, someone like the kind, courageous people in her books.

Roald Dahl, Matilda

#literature #quotes #Roald Dahl #Matilda #quote #books #lit

[femaledaily]

LASHANA LYNCH AS MISS HONEY Roald Dahl's Matilda the Musical (2022) dir. Matthew Warchus

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Children's librarian here: This is, in fact, 100% the kind of question I'd expect from a kid Matilda's age.

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