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romancedream · 6 months
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bigmommycommie · 1 year
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fully embracing the romantic hero inside of me (pathetic and full of anguish)
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alyel227 · 7 months
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No, you don't understand, THIS is etched in my brain, forever.
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blueheartbookclub · 12 days
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Embracing Freedom and Imagination: A Review of "The Blue Castle" by L. M. Montgomery
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L. M. Montgomery's "The Blue Castle" is a delightful novel that enchants readers with its blend of romance, adventure, and whimsy. Published in 1926, this captivating story follows the life of Valancy Stirling, a repressed and timid young woman living in the small town of Deerwood. Unmarried and unappreciated by her overbearing family, Valancy finds solace in her vivid imagination and dreams of escaping her mundane existence.
At the heart of "The Blue Castle" lies the transformative power of imagination and the pursuit of personal freedom. Through Valancy's journey of self-discovery, Montgomery invites readers to question societal expectations and embrace their innermost desires. As Valancy sheds the shackles of convention and embraces her true self, she discovers a newfound sense of courage and independence, ultimately finding happiness in unexpected places.
One of the most charming aspects of "The Blue Castle" is Montgomery's enchanting prose and vivid descriptions of the natural world. From the tranquil shores of Mistawis to the breathtaking beauty of the Blue Castle itself, Montgomery paints a richly detailed portrait of the Canadian wilderness, infusing the novel with a sense of magic and wonder. Through her lyrical prose and evocative imagery, Montgomery transports readers to a world where anything is possible, and dreams can become reality.
Moreover, "The Blue Castle" is a celebration of the power of love and the joy of human connection. As Valancy embarks on a whirlwind romance with the enigmatic Barney Snaith, she discovers the transformative power of love and the healing balm of companionship. Montgomery's portrayal of love is both tender and realistic, capturing the nuances of human relationships with warmth and sensitivity.
In addition to its captivating storyline and memorable characters, "The Blue Castle" offers readers a poignant exploration of themes such as self-acceptance, redemption, and the pursuit of happiness. Through Valancy's journey, Montgomery reminds us that it is never too late to change our lives and pursue our dreams, no matter how improbable they may seem.
In conclusion, "The Blue Castle" is a timeless classic that continues to enchant readers with its whimsical charm and timeless wisdom. Montgomery's captivating storytelling and vivid imagination make it a joy to read, while its themes of freedom, love, and self-discovery resonate with readers of all ages. With its delightful characters, enchanting setting, and uplifting message, "The Blue Castle" is sure to capture the hearts of readers for generations to come.
L. M. Montgomery's "The Blue Castle" is available in Amazon in paperback 16.99$ and hardcover 22.99$ editions.
Number of pages: 314
Language: English
Rating: 8/10                                           
Link of the book!
Review By: King's Cat
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fashioninpaper · 1 year
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kellyvela · 2 years
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Q: One viewer wants to know, what character would you play?
A: If I could magically clap my hands and become a different person and, it would be could to play, you know, Jon Snow, say, who's much more of the classic hero, everybody wants to be the classic hero.
—Game of Thrones’ Author George R.R. Martin - ABC News [April, 18 - 2014]
And the character I’d want to be? Well who wouldn’t want to be Jon Snow — the brooding, Byronic, romantic hero whom all the girls love.
—GRRM - Meduza - 2017
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howifeltabouthim · 1 year
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But still his beauty remained. The perfect form of his almost godlike face was the same as ever, and the brightness of his bright blue eye was never quenched.
Anthony Trollope, from Can You Forgive Her?
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blueheartbooks · 12 days
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Embracing Freedom and Imagination: A Review of "The Blue Castle" by L. M. Montgomery
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L. M. Montgomery's "The Blue Castle" is a delightful novel that enchants readers with its blend of romance, adventure, and whimsy. Published in 1926, this captivating story follows the life of Valancy Stirling, a repressed and timid young woman living in the small town of Deerwood. Unmarried and unappreciated by her overbearing family, Valancy finds solace in her vivid imagination and dreams of escaping her mundane existence.
At the heart of "The Blue Castle" lies the transformative power of imagination and the pursuit of personal freedom. Through Valancy's journey of self-discovery, Montgomery invites readers to question societal expectations and embrace their innermost desires. As Valancy sheds the shackles of convention and embraces her true self, she discovers a newfound sense of courage and independence, ultimately finding happiness in unexpected places.
One of the most charming aspects of "The Blue Castle" is Montgomery's enchanting prose and vivid descriptions of the natural world. From the tranquil shores of Mistawis to the breathtaking beauty of the Blue Castle itself, Montgomery paints a richly detailed portrait of the Canadian wilderness, infusing the novel with a sense of magic and wonder. Through her lyrical prose and evocative imagery, Montgomery transports readers to a world where anything is possible, and dreams can become reality.
Moreover, "The Blue Castle" is a celebration of the power of love and the joy of human connection. As Valancy embarks on a whirlwind romance with the enigmatic Barney Snaith, she discovers the transformative power of love and the healing balm of companionship. Montgomery's portrayal of love is both tender and realistic, capturing the nuances of human relationships with warmth and sensitivity.
In addition to its captivating storyline and memorable characters, "The Blue Castle" offers readers a poignant exploration of themes such as self-acceptance, redemption, and the pursuit of happiness. Through Valancy's journey, Montgomery reminds us that it is never too late to change our lives and pursue our dreams, no matter how improbable they may seem.
In conclusion, "The Blue Castle" is a timeless classic that continues to enchant readers with its whimsical charm and timeless wisdom. Montgomery's captivating storytelling and vivid imagination make it a joy to read, while its themes of freedom, love, and self-discovery resonate with readers of all ages. With its delightful characters, enchanting setting, and uplifting message, "The Blue Castle" is sure to capture the hearts of readers for generations to come.
L. M. Montgomery's "The Blue Castle" is available in Amazon in paperback 16.99$ and hardcover 22.99$ editions.
Number of pages: 314
Language: English
Rating: 8/10                                           
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Review By: King's Cat
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spoksstuff · 4 months
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romantic weekend getaway
all credits to the original artist @bkd_na on X
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nottspocket · 1 year
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A comic for @bkdk-and-extras because he wrote a drabble that ate my brain; go read it it’s right here.
Anyway I took way too long on this, but I hope you enjoyed!
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k3r0deku · 1 month
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kacchan: *angrily* i dont know how to make it any more obvious
deku: wha
kacchan: *grabs him by shirt collar and kisses him with aggression*
kacchan: please tell me you get it now
deku: …
deku: he’s so mad he had to find a new way to punch me
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No thoughts.
Just thinking about how Reyna kept her distance from Jason because of Venus, fearing heartbreak, but ended up getting heartbroken anyway.
Just thinking about how Jason felt guilty about Reyna's feelings for him, thinking that he led her on, and felt truly sorry that he didn't love her back.
Just thinking about how bitter Reyna sounded when she said that Jason was no longer fully roman anymore.
Just thinking about how, upon seeing Thalia's eyes, the only thing Reyna can think of is Jason's startling blue stare.
Just thinking about how Jason could tell that Reyna was tired simply by noting how her shoulders move.
Just thinking about how Reyna rarely compliments anyone, but fondly calls Jason an "all American boy".
Just thinking about how Jason would never bet against Reyna under any circumstances, and knows if anyone is capable of completing dangerous missions, it's Reyna.
Just thinking about how Reyna daydreamt of her and Jason holding hands, walking in the garden.
Just thinking about how Reyna and Jason would geek over their shared interest of roman history.
Just thinking about how Jason HATES unkept promises, yet the only unkept promise he'd unintentionally made was that if he and Reyna would go visit Diocletian's sceptre, it would only be them visiting TOGETHER. Not seperately. The fates ruined his chance of keeping that promise.
Just thinking about how Reyna would've felt upon hearing that her once best friend, died tragically saving a god, and that she would never see him again.
Just thinking about how Jason dies with the guilt of not properly reconciling with his old friend.
Just thinking about how Reyna lives with the guilt of keeping her distance from him because of that wretched warning Venus gave her. Maybe if she had not, would they have been together? Would they have atleast remained best friends? Would they have not grown apart?
Just thinking about how Reyna looked like she'd been crying for hours during Jason's funeral.
Just thinking about how they both knew their friendship would never be the same again but refused to confront that bitter reality, so they ran away from it.
Just thinking about how they never even shared one last hug together.
Just thinking about how in the end, both of them most likely only had bittersweet memories of eachother, and that neither of them got to say their final goodbyes.
No thoughts, just the tragic end of Jason Grace and Reyna Avila Ramirez's friendship
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lolita-lollipop · 3 months
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YANDERE BARBARIAN BAKUGO X READER
The king of the most violent and powerful tribe in the eastern world is captured during battle by a small farmers village. What does a violent man like katsuki bakugo do upon meeting a kind servant girl like you?
WARNINGS: reader gets hurt by villagers (bakugo saves her)
He couldn't remember how long he had been here, he just knew it was cold, dark, unsanitary, and painful. He remembered the battle that put him here, getting shot with a poison-laced arrow, feinting on the field. Heh. imagine it, the great barbarian Bakugo, the children's slayer, the village burner, the soldier slaughterer falling because of one puny arrow from one puny kingdom. When he first had woken up he could feel the slick of his blood under him mixed with the dirt and grime of the cell, he had giant iron cuffs wrapping his wrists and legs, binding him to the floor. He couldn't blame these people, truly, they knew that once he woke up if he were to get out they were all as good as slaughtered.
It was a small stone dungeon, with only a couple of stalls, he occupying one of them. There was a small barred window, along with a wall of iron bars serving as protection from him and the rest of the world. Iron, he hated the stuff, and banned it from his country, it burned him, burned his people. There was a thick, damp smell of blood and rust, a musty smell he could easily recognize as death. He would carve every person in this building up, then burn every building in the village, and he would let the fire spread to their fields and watch as their lives work shrivels up into ash. But for now, He would wait for the perfect time to strike, all he could do was wait really, watch the guard rotation, see which ones were talkative, and which ones were cruel.
Many of the guards would beat him, carve his skin, and watch him bleed, they know of all the gruesome things he has done to so very many people, and supposedly the bastards feel some kind of idiotic vengeance or justice for those people. They would pay in the long run, who exactly do they think they are? he is a king, royalty, the highest of the highest, the strongest too. If he doesn't kill them his people will, they'll see. All the king could do was watch, wait, and plot the splattering of this village.
That was, until you came along.
Little you, in your flowy little skirt that was all torn up, with no shoes and a dirt-covered face. Little you with your oh-so-innocent smile, and your callused hands. Little you with your malnourished body, frail and sickly. Little you, who had no idea who he was. Little you who snuck in when no guard was on duty, a small bowl of soup in your hands, and a cup of water.
“I-im sorry that this is all I have, I know you haven't eaten in a long time I just- I’ll have more tomorrow” you whispered, and he swore he fell in love right then and there, you were too frail, too weak to be giving out food that you surely needed. Yet here you were, shakily handing him the bowl and the cup. He stared at you for a solid second, not even his own mother was this selfless, and you don't even know him. Who were you? You did not seem like aristocracy, too kind, maybe a farmer? Maybe a maid, a servant even.
He hadn't realized how hungry he was, not until the entire bowl and cup were gone, and he was left to stare at you. You were ethereal, dirt-covered and all, your eyes, your hair, your hands, everything, absolutely stunning. You had a look in your eyes. Something hungry and fearful told him that you were not happy, not safe and sound, not as you should be.
“I don't have anything to treat your wound, but- I'm sorry. Nobody should be treated this way, not even prisoners. I'll be back tomorrow, please don't tell the guards that I've done this. They will kill me.” you whispered, cautiously reaching to grab the glassware from his grip, waiting to see if he would snap at you. He didn't, only stared, grunting in response to your plea. You stared back with those sympathetic globes of yours, as if you could see the anger in his soul. Before turning on your heel, and quietly sneaking out of the dungeon room, you gave him one last glance before disappearing.
He was left in the quiet, in the cold, falling head over heels in love with you, a mere human. A peasant at that. Strange. You were too sweet, too kind, you clearly needed the food, clearly were starving and malnourished, yet you still stood here and offered your only food to him, a prisoner of war, you were so sweet. So kind. His people were not like you, they were not soft or sweet, he loved them for it, but you, oh you. You were soft and supple and sweet andso sickeningly kind. He would protect you, he has too.
The next couple of nights went similarly, you sneaking in during the dead hours following midnight with varying foods, sometimes a stale loaf of bread with milk, sometimes some leafy soup and water. He was grateful every time, thankful that he wasn't starving, still burning with absolute rage towards the mere peasants who believed that they could contain him. But you, in the very few days that he had known you, had wormed your way into his heart with your soft hands and pretty smile.
He can just imagine you adorned in stolen jewels and furs, dressed in the finest silk, or better, the clothes of his people. something soft like you, something pretty and supple and shiny and light. Something that reflects you, he would take you out of those rags, clean you up, teach you what luxury truly is. and you wouldnt have to lift a finger. he dreamed about your future everyday that you would visit, asking your favorite color or season or jewel.
That was, until you stopped showing up. No more quiet hours gazing at each other, no more shared food and drink, no more listening to you quietly talk about your life, no more sympathetic glances, no more questions about him from you, no more answers from him. It was like you had disappeared entirely, and back to his old routine of watching and observing the guards had begun once more. He had to admit it kind of hurt, having the only good thing here disappear entirely, he resented this place more, resented you.
He hated you, how could you leave him? You, a servant girl abandoning a king. Funny, hilarious, he sat in a pool of blood and hatred thinking about you, about this town, about the people who put him here, who chained him to the floor and watched him bleed out, this city will burn. And burn and burn and burn and burn and burn, his people would tear it apart until it was nothing but ash and blood-
What tore him out of his internal monologue was a pained scream, but not just anybody, he didn't know anybody in the town, it was yours. With that whispery rasp that you had from overexertion, and that neverending fear that dripped from your tone. He stood up to stare through the small window, only to see you on the ground, surrounded by many people, all bigger and stronger than you, yelling and screaming.
“It's her, the traitor!”
“She has been feeding the enemy, treason, treason I say!”
“She should be beheaded, the traitor.”
You let another scream ring out through the town center as one of the men brought their boot down on your bare foot, he could hear the crunch followed by another scream. The first kick sparked more from other men as they brought their feet down on frail little ou, you slowly reverted into a fetal position, lying in the dirt as they beat you relentlessly. He saw red, crimson blinding him and overflowing all of his senses. How could they? You did nothing, you knew nothing. You were just a sweet, innocent little human who knew no better, who were they to punish you, to beat you so cruelly? You were thin and frail and he could hear each one of your bones cracking and breaking into pieces.
He saw bright ruby red, anger wasn’t the word, absolute rage is a better way to put it.
Red red red red red red red red red
He didn't even realize he had broken from his chains till his legs were moving,
Red
He didn’t even feel the burn of the iron till the bars holding him were bent out of shape and twisted
Red
He didn’t realize they were all dead till his hands were stained with that bright crimson color he loved so much- you guessed it, red
He killed them all, so painfully, knuckles crunching skulls and tearing off limbs, pulling people apart faster than any wolf or bear could even try to. The thrill of freedom mixed with rage and pure anger let him revert to the ways of his homeland, back to the thrilling violence and electrifying feeling of tearing another apart. He enjoyed it, enjoyed tearing them limb from limb and watching them bleed as they had done to him. He cackled as they screamed in terror, relishing in their fear.
You watched deliriously, you had lost too much blood in too short of a time, and you were positive that you had many many broken bones, pain overcame you as you watched the bloodshed in front of you, your vision was blurry and shaking but you could tell that somebody was strong, and enjoying violence. Fear budded in the back of your brain, he was enjoying this, enjoying their pain, he would hurt you just the same, kill you, and relish in it.
You hadn’t known who he was, you swore to the village leaders, swore that you just felt bad for the poor starving man in the dungeons who seemed to gentle and sweet, they hadn’t cared. You were to be burned or drowned or noosed they said. But a death like this, at the hand of a man you had been fooled to be sweet? That was worse. Oh god, oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god you were going to die
Your breath became shallow, both because of what was surely a punctured lung, but also because of the slowly approaching footsteps crunching on the dirt. A small whimper escaped you as the figure towered over you, and your hands came up to shield your face from the blow that was surely to come.
But Instead of a painful ending blow, arms wrapped under you and hoisted you up, you never realized how tall this man was. Naturally, you curled into his warmth and tried not to think about how sticky his hands were with blood. your breath hitched as he squeezed you closer with calloused rough hands. Tears washed down your face, you were quivering, shaking in fear.
“P-please-“ you quivered out. Hand moving up to push him away, your statement had many meanings, to beg for your life, to beg him to put you down, to beg him to leave you and your village alone, to beg him to forgive you. He stared down at you with crimson eyes, a sudden softness overcoming them, more than he thought he could have.
“Don’t you worry baby,
I’ll take good care of ya”
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Cute
Anyway enjoy, I noticed a lack of barbarian bakugo content on here so I figured I would add some fuel to the fire.
Love you all, make sure to have a great day!
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kidspawn · 3 months
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something about jason being a friend to nico for no other reason than wanting to help him, to befriend him, to protect him. no ulterior motive or malicious intent, just a desire to help out a troubled kid. trusted nico for his character and resilience, not because he needed anything from him. jason sticking up for nico even amongst the other quest members. jason seeing past the stigma of hades and death and the underworld and seeing a kid who needed someone in his corner.
something about nico becoming a friend to jason because of who jason is as a person. not because of who his parents are, or his heroic feats, but because jason was privy to a traumatic event, knew nico's best-kept secret and chose to stick by his side. nico trusting jason to keep his secrets to himself until he was ready for everyone to know, and jason sticking to it with no hesitation. nico seeing who jason was and being his friend because he saw jason's character and compassion.
something about jason and nico being each others first genuine friends. jason and nico chose to befriend one another when no narrative or underlying intentions pushed them together. nico could have hated jason, but he didn't. jason could have been terrified of nico, but he wasn't. they just... chose to stick by each other. jason, whose entire support structure was decided by juno and the prophecy. nico, who had never really had someone choose to stick by his side before.
nico losing his first genuine friend and being so distraught and gut-wrenched, he can't share this grief with anyone else. nico feeling, once again, abandoned by the first person who chose him.
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frickingnerd · 4 months
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shoto todoroki crushing on you
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pairing: shoto todoroki x gn!reader
tags: fluff, inexperienced shoto, confession
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shoto is going to be a little bit confused about his feelings for you at first
he really likes you! he definitely likes you more than he likes midoriya or momo or any of his other friends
but he's never been in love before and he isn't sure if what he's feeling is how love is supposed to feel like
he's probably going to do some research on his own, before he talks to his friends about it
he's going to watch youtube videos like "10 signs you are in love" or "how to talk to your crush" to get a better idea
once he thinks he figured everything out, he starts to tell his friends about his feelings for you, asking them for advice how to confess to you
the poor guy has zero dating experience, despite tons of girls actively crushing on him–
izuku and the others are going to try to help shoto out with you. they'll set the two up for situation where you are alone and they'll tell him what to say or do to win you over
every time he's about to talk to you, they are hyping him up and encouraging him to finally confess to you!
shoto isn't particularly shy to talk to you, he is just unsure if he's saying or doing the right thing
he decides that the best way to confess to you is to do it the classic way: 
he'll put a letter in your locker, asking you to meet him behind the school by the end of the day
he'll wait there for you, with either a single flower or a small box of chocolate that he bought the day before
he doesn't want it to be anything big, otherwise you would noticed it right away behind his back–
once you arrive there, he finally confesses to you
he'll tell you when he fell for you, what made him fall for you and by the end of it all, he'll ask you to be his significant other…
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ianthedebonair · 10 months
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Just your average day at the Los Diablos Ranger's HQ pantry
A little bonus:
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