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kaitzdiary · 1 year
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“But if you call me Anne, please call me Anne with an ‘e’.” 👒☁️💐
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hellsbelflowers · 11 months
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my favorite dark academia and cottagecore teachers!!
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who teach their students incredibly valuable lessons that change their lives and encourage them to think in new ways!!
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but parents/authority figures deem their teachings harmful and want them gone, so their students stand up for them in front of said authority figures!!
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I want a relationship that starts with my lover breaking a slate over my head and continues with us going to university together because its the late 1800s and I want to be a doctor and they want to be a teacher like our middle school teacher who didn’t wear corsets and had an automated bicycle and taught us how to make electricity out of potatoes.
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frost-queen · 1 year
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Not yours, but mine (Reader x Moody Spurgeon)
Requested by: anon, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic​, @theletterhart​, @alex--awesome--22​, @elllie-does-the-posts​​, @floatlosers​​, @merlieve​​, @queen-of-books​​, @glimmering-darling-dolly​​, @denkisclown​​, @wildieflower​​, @meyocoko​​, @bubblybrianna​​, @justanothercoco​​ @idkwhatmyusernam​,  @subjecta13-thefangirl
A/n: Gif by me!
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Moody slapped a low hanging twig aside before it could hit him in the face. With him Charlie and Paul. Miss Stacy was marching in the front, leading the group on an excursion. Moody looked over his shoulder, catching your laugh. It made him smile instantly. A silly smile plastered on as he had no idea how foolish he appeared. He noticed another low hanging twig with a full set of leaves. He moved it aside passing by. 
He then kept holding it, to prevent you from running in it. – “Thank you, Moody.” – you said lifting your dress a bit up to step over a root that stuck out. Moody grinned sheepishly gesturing for you to go ahead. You let your hand rest on his shoulder as you passed. You then continued to chat with Diana, laughing at something cute. – “Wow.” – Moody heard say as Charlie and Paul had waited at the side with him. Moody let go of the twig, letting it snap back almost hitting Ruby in the face. 
“Hey!” – she called out, slapping the twig away before it could slap her. – “Sorry.” – Moody called out, joining Paul and Charlie. He caught up with them, tugging his hands in his pocket. – “Y/n truly has a great smile.” – Paul stated. – “She what?” – Moody asked caught off guard. – “I said Y/n has a great smile. Sweet and all.” – he rephrased.
“Oh.” – Moody simply answered. Of course he knew how sweet your smile was. You have been friends since you were little children. Moody lives next door so from a very young age played you together. The friendship only grew when you attended school together. – “She’s really kind.” – Charlie pitched in, wanting to say something as well. – “Not… not that I have dared to talk to her, but she is friendly.” – he spoke, rubbing his neck nervously. 
“She truly is!” – Paul answered. – “She has a great smile, is friendly, and has nice handwriting.” – he added. – “Handwriting?” – Moody called out confused. – “What an absurd thing to say.” – he mumbled to himself. Not sensing how his face twisted into disgust and anger. Charlie laughed loud. – “At least better than mine. I sometimes can’t even read what I wrote.” – Charlie joked out, patting Moody on the back. 
Moody groaned at the touch, feeling himself get agitated, but by what? – “From all the girls I believe Y/n is the best one yet.” – Paul continued, not being able to stop gushing about you. – “Of course she is!” – Moody snapped, kicking a tiny rock forwards. It rolled forwards as his eyes widened. For a second he thought the little rock would find itself a way under your feet and the last thing he wanted was for you to fall.
“Well of course we know you’d know.” – Paul informed, gesturing at Moody. – “You’ve known her your entire life!” – Charlie spoke indulging in the conversation. – “Say Moody, is Y/n a great cook?” – Paul wanted to know. Moody’s eyes widened in shock. He came to a sudden stop. – “Why’d you want to know?” – He asked, no spitted out with a grumble. – “I was just interested.” – Paul spoke up, holding his hands up in defense. 
“No need to get snappy.” – he said in hushed tones, joining the walk again. – “So you would know if she can make you pies?” – Moody answered for himself rudely. – “No…I…I… well maybe… but not perse pies. It can be anything actually.” – Paul replied scratching behind his ear. – “My mother says any girl that can cook good is a good wife!” – Paul recited, using gestures while dictating. Moody clenched his jaw. 
“What do you mean with that!” – he wanted to know, feeling himself get more agitated by the moment. – “I don’t know.” – Paul replied with a shrug. – “Maybe I feel like asking Y/n out.” – he so casually explained. Moody came to a sudden stop. Hands clenched into fists as they trembled with rage. What? Ask you out? Oh he was cooking now.
If it was possible there would be steam coming out of his ears. – “You want to ask Y/n what?” – he called out, turning firmly to Paul. Ruby and Anne casually passing by as they were holding back the rest. – “Ask her out, do… do you think she would say yes?” – Paul asked unknowingly. – “No!” – Moody shouted out, throwing his fist in the air. 
Paul staggered back against a tree bark. – “Moody?” – Charlie called out in shock, gaping at his friend. Moody stormed up to Paul, making him beg for a way out. Paul gasped in shocks when Moody grabbed him by the shirt. He brought the shirt up, knuckles touching his nose. – “Hands off Y/n!” – he shouted, blinded by his own jealousy. – “Mo…Moody…” – Paul whimpered, scared of his friends sudden reaction. – “Hey, Moody, he was just playing around… right?” – Charlie said in an attempt to ease the situation. 
They had fallen behind, the last of the group as everyone else was up ahead. Paul nodded quick, anything to get out of this situation. – “He was joking Moody.” – Charlie spoke, placing a hand on his shoulder. – “It didn’t feel like it!” – Moody answered with a loud huff. – “I swear… I…I… swear.” – Paul brought his hands up, pleading, begging with Moody.
“Don’t ask Y/n out!” – Moody called out loud. – “Don’t even think about it because…” – he suddenly widened his eyes, taking a moment to reflect on his actions. Why was he so angered by it. Could it be? Would it be? Moody let go of Paul, stepping back. 
Was it possible that HE was in love with… with you? – “Moody!” – he heard, turning his head. There you stood waiting for him, just a bit further up the path. – “Are you coming? You are falling behind and I don’t want you to get lost.” – you said loud enough for them to hear. Moody’s heart started to beat faster at your presence. – “I am coming Y/n.” – he shouted back. Moody came running over as Paul and Charlie followed. 
You waited for Moody to be by your side. He caught his breath for a second. – “Will you go out with me?” – he asked so bluntly. It made you quirk your eyebrow up curious. – “Of course.” – you answered, taking his hand. Moody sighed out of relief, giving your hand a little squeeze. He felt content, at peace, knowing his affections were reciprocated.
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redhairedcordelia · 2 years
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herbirdglitter · 1 year
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“Omg Anne with an E is perfect I love it so much it tackles so much that previous adaptations haven’t and-”
*Miss Stacy’s anti-corsetness coming in with a steel chair*
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girl4music · 7 months
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I don’t get this Miss Stacy storyline. Anne seems to want her validation so much. But I’ve never seen her act so out of character. Sure, Anne wants to help and be of service and she often goes overboard with that in all the worst ways but she’s not a pleaser. Not unless it’s someone she actually likes and admires…
Does she have a crush on her?
Don’t understand what’s going on.
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Miss Stacy: Don’t dwell on past mistakes.
Anne: Oh, no, that’s exactly what I did yesterday.
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lottie--1234 · 2 years
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it sparks your soul
Muriel watched, leaning against the doorway and watching as the loving glace between Anne and Gilbert lingered. “Ah, to be young and in love.”, she thought. It was torment watching the pair interact each day, blindly oblivious to what they truly felt. Some days, it took all the strength she had to not lock them in the schoolhouse and make a break for it so they could finally muster up their courage and talk things over. Though it probably wouldn’t be that easy. It was more complicated than that, of course. After all, she had once spent an entire night trapped in a library with her late husband without confessing her feelings for him.
The teacher gathered her things and left the schoolroom to see a flustered Anne rushing home. She decided to do something she probably should have done weeks ago. “Anne! Stop for a second!” Muriel called after her redheaded student.
“Yes, Ms.Stacey?” Anne responded, swiftly turning around to face her teacher who had run after her.
“Do you have a moment to talk about something? At my house? I promise, it’ll only take a second of your time.” Muriel asked. Anne was excited inside to be spending time with both her hero and mentor but was curious all the more.
“Of course. I’m sure Marilla will understand.” Anne smiled. The pair turned around and made their way through the forest to Muriel’s secluded teacher’s cottage. “You have such a lovely home.” Anne mused as her eyes pored over the wildflowers that had grown outside her teacher’s house.
“Thank you, Anne. I enjoy the flowers, too. The bees they attract are always so cheerful.” Muriel told her student, pouring lemonade into two cups. Anne smiled to herself. “Kindred spirits, indeed.”, she thought happily. This made her think of Gilbert. Was he a kindred spirit? It certainly had seemed so at the dance practice earlier. Their movements were so light, so in sync. Like they belonged together. Like she could do this for the rest of her life. Was that what love meant? She wondered more. There were things she didn’t know. Like how being in love even felt. Was this it? She couldn’t ask Marilla and certainly not Matthew. Diana could ask her parents but clearly, she did not have that sort of luxury herself. Ms.Stacey had been married before, hadn’t she?
“Ms.Stacey. May I ask you something in confidence?” Anne asked, mustering up all the courage she had.
“Always, dear Anne.” the older woman replied, taking a sip of lemonade.
“What does being in love feel like?” This made Muriel smile and turn slightly red. She knew it was a matter of time before Anne had asked. She herself had the same questions at that age. And they were so alike, weren’t they?
“Well… it looks different for everyone. Maybe you plan it, maybe you don’t. Maybe you know, maybe you don’t at first. But one thing is the same. You can’t stop it. It’s when you have this person. This amazing person. And you want to make them smile for the rest of their life. Because every time they smile -even though it’s such a little thing- it sparks your soul.” Muriel said, in her steady tone and looked expectantly at Anne who was deep in thought. “Do you understand?”
“I think so. Was it like that with your husband? I’m so very sorry if I’m intruding.” This made Muriel so immensely happy inside. They had come such a long way from what happened the first day she had met this overzealous student.
“Not at all, Anne. I enjoy speaking about him. Jonah. His name was Jonah Stacey. We existed only for each other. It wasn’t love at first sight, I believe. Perhaps annoyed at first sight would be more accurate. He was in my Physics course and remained one of my greatest academic rivals until we graduated. But we became friends along the way. And one night, we were solving a particularly hard question and got accidentally locked in the school library. I had promised myself I wouldn’t fall in love with him but it was two o’clock in the morning, and we were laughing way too hard and I felt so immensely happy that I thought to myself that this was what I could do for my entire life and never tire of it. That’s the moment I knew.” Ms. Stacey told her student, telling her story.
“Did you tell him? And how?” Anne wondered. Muriel chuckled.
“I didn’t. Not then. It was about a year later. It was the last day of school before our summer holidays. I think a friend had talked some sense into him because he came running up to me with this adorable speech and when he was done, I just decided to go for it. I kissed him first.” Muriel admitted, proudly. “But there’s something I’ll always regret. I regret not telling him sooner. Not being braver. Because now he’s gone and we’ll never get that year back. That year we spent pretending to just be friends when everything was just so clear. Life is short, Anne. If you love someone, tell them.” Anne could feel the pieces of the puzzle come together in her head. She was in love with Gilbert Blythe. But first, she had a feeling no one had allowed her dear teacher to remember her late husband in a long time.
“I understand. Tell me a story about Jonah. He sounds like he was wonderful.” Anne breathed. She loved hearing about Ms.Stacey’s tragical romance.
“He was a surgeon. A good one at that. He saved countless lives. And he was so kind, Anne. He had this amazing mind, he loved to invent things. Always tinkering about with pieces of scrap metal and items people had discarded. He always said that everything had opportunity. Jonah was like hope personified. He was charming, too. There was a way about him that you just couldn’t dislike him. It was impossible. Come here, Anne.” the teacher gestured over for her student to join her kneeling by Jonah’s old trunk. She pulled out the ring box that held her plain silver wedding band and the engagement ring Jonah had made. It was made of silver wire wrapped around a moonstone. “He made it himself. He proposed when it was pouring down with rain. We got soaked but it’s still one of my happiest memories of him.”
“That sounds so romantic.” Anne mused. Maybe someday, someone would love her enough to do such divine things. Perhaps it would be Gilbert?
“This is what he looked like. Color doesn’t show on photographs but his ties were always so colorful. You couldn’t help but feel cheerful when you caught a glance of him. He would have loved you, Anne. There’s no doubt about it.” Muriel concluded her story, closing the trunk. The image of Jonah remained in her head, though. She remembered his deep, romantic brown eyes and his dark but soft hair against his milky, clear complexion. “God, Jonah. You were good looking, huh?” she thought to herself, hoping that Jonah was listening and laughing, wherever he was. A smile came across her face as she bade her student goodbye.
Anne walked down the path now wiser than she was when she came down it the last time and with a clearer head. She was in love with Gilbert Blythe. And now, she had to tell him one way or another.
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willowcreekwanderer · 2 years
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Miss Stacy's Cottage | Build Download | No CC
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I've finally spent some more time on my Avonlea builds, so here's Miss Stacy's house! Though it's certainly not the biggest or fanciest home in town, this cosy cottage tucked into a cluster of trees is the perfect space to welcome friends, or to get some peace and quiet.
Residential, built on the Potter's Splay lot (30x20) in Willow Creek. Pack info and download links below the cut!
Download:
Google Drive: Here
EA ID: WillowCWanderer
Packs Used:
Cottage Living
Snowy Escape
Eco Lifestyle
Discover University
Get Famous
Seasons
Cats and Dogs
Get Together
My Wedding Stories
Dream Home Decorator
Realm of Magic
Jungle Adventure
Parenthood
Dine Out
Spa Day
Outdoor Retreat
Paranormal Stuff
Nifty Knitting
Tiny Living
My First Pet Stuff
Laundry Day
Backyard Stuff
Cool Kids Room
Romantic Garden Stuff
Movie Hangout Stuff
Blooming Rooms Kit
Country Kitchen Kit
Holiday Celebration Kit
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shokuto · 10 months
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Gwen didn’t not tell Miles about the canon event because she didn’t care, she didn’t tell him because she thought he’d die trying to stop it. It’s explicitly why she tried to stop him from changing Pav’s canon, why she freaked out when the rubble fell on him, and why she’s more dissident against Miguel after. Like the point with her is she buys into Miguel’s agenda of being powerless against the narrative until Miles averts it in front of her and inspires her to believe in the impossible
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greatpistachiopie · 7 months
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it's mentopolis finale day!! i'll hate to see you go stacy fakename
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eggplant-crusader · 10 months
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The trailers: Miles is kind of obsessed with Gwen and she's not impressed.
The movie: HIS NAME IS MILES MORALES
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iwasbored777 · 5 months
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I'll never shut up about this scene it's so soft it's the fact you can see that Gwen obviously isn't buying it but she doesn't want Miles to feel embarrassed so she's acting like she believed him when he said that Peter broke the USB and Peter overhearing the whole conversation but not saying anything cuz he also didn't want Miles to feel embarrassed >>>>
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mel-kusanagi · 10 months
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wonder what are they lookin at?
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my-magical-oc-s · 3 months
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