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[loxvr]

𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 💞

[myouiminn]

Beyond Words

Gilbert Blythe x Reader

Notes: don't repost without my permission!

In the outskirts of the picturesque village of Avonlea, fate was weaving a story that would bring Gilbert Blythe and Y/n together in an unexpected way. He, a young medical student, was determined to become a renowned doctor. She, the daughter of a farmer, had a deep love for the land and a passion for literature.

Their lives collided during a community event where Y/n was reciting one of her inspiring poems to the crowd. Gilbert watched her, captivated not only by the beauty of her words but also by the intensity of her expression. After the event, he approached, praising her ability to create vivid images with her words.

The encounters became frequent, and they discovered a genuine connection between them. Gilbert shared stories of his medical studies and the funny situations he encountered, while Y/n shared her love for literature and the joy she found in life's little things.

As time passed, their feelings deepened. Gilbert admired Y/n's dedication to her family and the farm, while Y/n was enchanted by Gilbert's compassion and his unrelenting pursuit of knowledge. Their friendship blossomed into a subtle love, so profound that it didn't need to be explained in words.

On a sunny day, while exploring the fields, Gilbert picked a daisy and said with a smile, "You know, they say a daisy has the power to reveal true feelings." Y/n laughed, feeling a blush on her cheeks. "And what does it reveal, Dr. Blythe?"

He looked into her eyes seriously. "It reveals that I've fallen in love with you, Y/n, in a way words can't express." Her heart raced, and she smiled with emotion. "Gilbert, I feel the same."

The months that followed were a delicate dance between the joy of newfound love and the challenges life always brings. They supported each other through trials, strengthening their bond even more.

On a magical night, Gilbert took Y/n to a secret garden adorned with twinkling lanterns. He picked up a book and read a poem he had written himself, expressing his deep feelings for her. At the end, he knelt down and offered a ring. "Y/n, you're the story I want to tell for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?"

The tears of joy in her eyes were the clearest and most beautiful answer. She said "yes," and they embraced, knowing they were starting a new chapter together, a story that went beyond words, beyond fields, beyond their deepest dreams. Together, they found something rare and everlasting.

[rubysnametwin]

ONE OF MY FAVOURITE DUOSSSSSSSSSSSS, I LOVE THEMMM

[kailene-blossom]

Anne will always be the best girl okay?

[crvptidgf]

A Night To Remember

Gilbert Blythe x Reader

➸ summary: as the daughter of a renowned lawyer in Avonlea, you are invited to this season's debutante ball. little do you know, you're about to meet the man who will steal your heart

➸ warnings/notes: probably some historical inaccuracy, stereotypes of the role of men and women (it’s the 19th century, c’mon), strays from canon, all characters are over the age of 18

A/N: can you tell i've been watching bridgerton?

word count: 1.9k

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YOU WERE NEVER one for rumors. Ever since you left school and were given the opportunity to study at a university you had decided to stay far away from that type of lifestyle. You saw how gossip ruined many girls and destroyed several friendships - and you refused to fall into that trap.

Not to mention the fact that your family was well respected by the ton, and their youngest eligible daughter parading around with false stories would not bode well.

So, when whispers of a supposed ‘debutante ball’ were circling around the girl's dormitories, you paid them no mind. Certain families had a guarantee to be invited to one of these events, while others had to work their own way in. If there was to be a ball you would've already known by now.

Arriving back to your chambers, you were happy to see that your roommate was still in her classes. She was a nice girl, but too chatty for your liking.

You were so occupied by your thoughts that you almost missed the pristine envelope that sat at the foot of your bed, the purple wax shining in the sunlight. It was your father's emblem. Either somebody died or you were about to get some amazing news. Grabbing your letter opener, you sat on the soft sheets as you analyzed the contents of the page. It read:

To my dearest,

As you may now know, this season's Debutante Ball is to be set in the Halloway Estate come dawn tomorrow night. Your father and I decided it best to wait as we know you wish to complete your studies, but as the time is nearing quite quickly we had no other choice but to exempt you from classes for the time being. The carriage will await you at noon.

With warmest regards, your loving mama.

Groaning, you crumpled the paper in your hands and threw it onto your pillow. You were never interested in the social aspect of high society. Important dinners, town fairs, and theatre visits were a common occurrence in your childhood. All of which greatly impeded your learning, and you hated it.

Ultimately you knew you had no choice. Deciding to make the best of it, you began to collect your things. There was never a point in arguing with your parents, especially since they had already sent someone to come get you.

You just hoped the ball would pass quickly.

YOUR PREVIOUS WISHFUL thinking unfortunately did not work out. After being pampered for what felt like hours, and revised on proper etiquette and rules, you already wanted to go back home.

The frilly dress you wore was beautiful, but uncomfortable. Your maids made sure no lace was loose and that all the fine whale bone in your corset was tucked perfectly against your torso. It was a physical embodiment of your imprisonment in this little social charade your parents wanted you to play.

Introductions went by as quickly as they came, and your parents accompanied you side by side as you trailed down the grand staircase.

While every other girl was back on campus studying for exams, you were here frollocking about. How would dancing and mingling help your education? You pushed back a sigh and twisted the edge of the ring on your finger. It was a purity ring that was handed down to you by your mother, something she had held in her family for generations.

“Now, now, dearest,” said your mama as she interlinked her arm with yours. “No need to fret. You remember your dancing lessons?”

You simply nodded. With your curls bouncing around and your perfect dress feathering across the floor you felt like a porcelain doll. It was like you had been dressed up solely for the purpose of being looked at. Which, in fairness, was quite the case.

Throughout the night various men came to ask for permission to dance. Some were accepted, and some declined, much to your pleasure.

Eventually your father ventured off somewhere to talk business and your mother was caught up in conversation with an old friend. It was the perfect opportunity to sneak out for some fresh air. Picking up the hem of your dress you jogged as quick as your heeled sandals would let you.

Cold air hit your face as you were met with the evening sky. You leaned against the marble rail of the balcony, reveling in how nice the breeze felt. It was getting much too stuffy inside. You finally let out the sigh you had been holding in all night.

“The stars are beautiful tonight don’t you think?” said a voice.

Slightly jumping, you turned around to see who it was. There in the pale moonlight stood the most handsome man you had ever seen. Many gentlemen greeted you tonight, but this one had something different about him. Perhaps it was the gentle way he carried himself, his hands tucked behind his back politely - or maybe it was his brown orbs that seemed to pull you in with every second that passed.

“My apologies. I wasn’t aware that anyone was here,” you replied, moving away from the balcony to return inside.

As much as you would’ve wanted to continue the conversation with the attractive man, an unchaperoned lady at night was a guaranteed scandal.

“No need. I was only here for a breath of fresh air.”

He looked at the glass door, eyeing the people in the ballroom. “I could leave if you wish,” he offered.

Shaking your head you continued to make your way back to your parents. Yet when you looked back at him, something in you begged you to stay. Maybe it was just the way your heart soared at the sound of his smooth voice.

You moved away from the door.

“What brings you out here?” you asked as you twiddled with your ring again. It was a nervous habit that you had developed while at school and your mother absolutely hated it.

The man, however, noticed and made a mental note of it in his head. He found it rather cute.

“This sort of thing isn’t really my forté,” the man confessed.

A smile found its way onto your face. The first one you’ve had all night. “Well, Mr…” you paused, looking at him.

“Blythe. Gilbert Blythe.”

“Well, Mr. Gilbert Blythe. As it so happens, it isn’t mine either.”

You both floated back to the edge of the terrace. It overlooked a huge garden that spanned a few acres. While it was gorgeous, it all felt too grand. A small patch of grass with some flowers was infinitely more charming than this overgrown imitation of a forest.

“And what is your forté, Miss -“

“Y/N,” you replied quickly.

Gilbert repeated the name, as if he was getting a feel for it on his tongue. It was quite the lovely name.

The black suit he wore fit him perfectly. His straight-set shoulders were donned with a fine material, his tie sitting delicately against his chest. Whoever he was, he definitely had money. Even the way he styled his hair seemed so prim and proper.

“I’m more of an academic,” you admitted. Most men didn’t like hearing of their bachelorette’s life goals. Many actually preferred that they stayed out of school.

Gilbert hummed, his gaze settling up at the heavens. “We have quite a lot in common then, Miss Y/N.”

You would’ve expected the interaction to be awkward. Instead, you found yourself enjoying the comfortable silence that fell between the two of you. Soon you would have to return to the ball. For now you decided to make the most of it before you had to vacate.

“And what is it that you do, Mr. Blythe?”

Gilbert smiled, his eyes squinting. How he wasn’t already spoken for, you had no idea. “Please, just Gilbert. Mr. Blythe ages me.”

“I’m a doctor,” he finished after a moment.

A doctor. Usually medical practitioners were old and reserved. Well, at least the ones you had been to. You never thought they could be so… easy on the eyes.

You hummed in response. “Are you in university, just Gilbert?”

Another smile. Dimples graced his cheeks perfectly and if you didn’t know any better you would’ve reached over to smooth them out. “I am. And you?”

The wind picked up slightly, ruffling your hair. “I am. I’m studying law - I hope to take over my father’s business one day.”

You knew you were sharing too much. It was just too easy with Gilbert, he had a certain relaxing aura about him. Your parents would love him too. The thought made you giddy.

With his eyebrows raised, he turned to you. “A lawyer, huh?”

Nodding, you let your eyes meet his. In the quiet of the night, you realized that brown was quickly becoming your favorite color. Brown like his eyes, or like the chocolate locks that sat so prettily atop his head.

“You must be a very smart woman to get into law school.”

“And you must be a very smart man to get into medical school,” you mocked back. He merely shook his head in response, letting his lips form into yet another breathtaking grin.

“I'm compelled to ask. Why are you outside and not in there dancing? Any gentleman would be lucky to have such a graceful, intelligent woman on his arm.”

The comment made you blush and you turned your head away from him. After this brief interaction you realized that the only man you wished to dance with tonight was Gilbert. Nobody else could stand a chance anymore - not that they ever did.

In a rush of confidence you replied. “Perhaps I don’t have the right men asking me.”

With a grin on his face, Gilbert held out his palm. His hands looked so inviting. You wondered how they would feel against your own, smaller hands.

“Well then, may I have this dance?”

Placing your fingers against his, you let the warmth spread across your body. He felt more perfect than you could’ve imagined. You let him lead you back to the ballroom, the shiny ground causing your shoes to clack against it. This was perhaps the first and only dance that you would actually enjoy at this event.

Gilbert’s hands felt light and pleasant on your waist. And there was something so tender about the way he spun you around.

He was like no other man you had ever danced with.

His feet were perfectly in sync with yours as he lead you across the floor. Warm eyes were concentrated on your face, never once leaving your penetrating stare. It felt more intimate than anything you had experienced to date. Your hands cupped his own as he sped the dance up, his twirls and dips causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

That night you felt like a princess in his arms.

When the music died down, he hesitantly dropped the grip on your waist. Lifting up your ringed hand to his lips, he placed a feather-like kiss onto it, honey colored orbs fixated on you.

“I hope we can do this again, Miss Y/N.”

Your skin buzzed in the absence of his touch, and you felt the area where he had left his mark. A kiss so gentle that you would dream about it for many nights to come.

You only hoped your father was in contact with somebody who knew Gilbert Blythe - because after tonight, you weren’t so sure you could see any man the same ever again.

[tinadablackthorn]

hello, i saw you posted about anne with an e and was hoping if you could make an anne moodboard? tyyyyy <33

ofc <333

[frost-queen]

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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[venusleontios55555]

I want Anne Shirley and Giselle from enchanted to meet each other. I mean just imagine Anne's reaction when she meets a real life princess, WHO WAS ONCE IN A FAIRYTALE.

[catsandbooksstuff]

I guess love doesn't conquer all.

I suppose I'll have my tragical romance after all.

[redhairedcordelia]

[comfortablynumb]

Saw a tiktok about a year ago where someone said Will Solace and Gilbert Blythe are the same person, and I have not stopped thinking about it since.

[loxvr]

1 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 13: 4-7

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕; 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅; 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒖𝒅𝒆. 𝑰𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒚; 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍; 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉. 𝑰𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.

[emneeli]

Drawing originally made for a Shirbert fanfic ✨

[hydrogenperfoxide]

So in Anne with an E, in episode 4 towards the end (4:17 left on netflix) there's a shot of Marilla reading from the book of Psalms, specifically 78.

What jumped out at me is that each verse has been turned into a quatrain (four lines) with a ABCB rhyme scheme. It's Ballad Stanzas!

So being the Jewish nerd that I am, I had to know 1) how Robert Alter and JPS translated the psalm and 2) what the heck translation this was (obv an xtian one).

It turns out that it's The Psalms of David in Metre aka The Scottish Psalter of 1650

For quick comparison Alter's first two verses, then JPS 1985, then the first two stanza from the 1650 Robert Alter 1 Hearken, my people, to my teaching. Lend your ear to the sayings of my mouth. 2 Let me open my mouth in a rhapsody, let me voice the verses of old, JPS 1985 1 Give ear, my people, to my teaching, turn your ear to what I say. 2 I will expound a theme, hold forth on the lessons of the past, Scottish Psalter 1650 1 Attend, my people, to my law; thereto give thou an ear; The words that from my mouth proceed attentively do hear.

2 My mouth shall speak a parable, and sayings dark of old; The same which we have heard and known, and us our fathers told.

But extra fun thing: this Scottish Psalter 1650 Psalm 78 is in Common Meter (specifically 8, 6, 8, 6). Which means you can sing this over all sorts of tunes! AZMON (the tune that Wesley's O for a Thousand Tongues uses), a number of other hymn tunes i'm sure, but ALSO: Gilligans Isle (repeating the last line), The House of the Rising Sun, and THE POKEMON THEME (verses)

[sourlemonsz]

As a Native American rewatching the last season of Anne with an E I always get so sad😭😭 LIKE FREE KA’KWET OR I WILL CRY

it pains my heart so bad.

[crvptidgf]

𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 (𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞)

gilbert blythe x reader

summary: your 18th birthday is approaching and gilbert thinks of the perfect gift to give you

warnings/notes: none?

requested: yes @moony-books

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Gilbert had recently started his apprenticeship as an assistant in a doctor’s office. He had become increasingly busy, and with your birthday coming up he had to break the unfortunate news that he would not be able to come.

You were upset of course, but you couldn’t help but smile as he gently grasped your hand in his and promised you over and over that he would make it up to you. Obviously, you trusted his words.

Your relationship had been steadily progressing. He would bring you out to his farm, helping you pick berries and various crops before offering you some to bring home. Sebastian had already known so much about you, which told you Gilbert spoke about you a lot.

On other occasions Gilbert would bring you out in the sun to go on walks. Whether it be the beach, the woods, or even a random green-filled field, you two always found a way to enjoy yourselves.

In the passing weeks since your tutoring session you had taught him how to braid your hair, bake bread, make flower crowns - he still keeps the wilted flowers that you made him by his bedside.

In turn, Gilbert helped you take care of Delphine, changing her diapers with you, he showed you how to garden and how to know which crops were ripe and which weren’t ready to be picked yet. You were both having fun.

Yet you knew you were ready to take the next step in officiating your relationship. However, you wanted him to ask. Not necessarily because of the social constructs that the man had to ask the woman to be his girlfriend, but rather due to the immense anxiety you would get any time you tried to bring up the topic.

You sighed as you exited the bathroom, going to your room to finally get dressed for the day. You had many things planned, and your parents had gone out earlier this morning to get ingredients for your birthday dinner and cake. The last thing you were expecting was to hear a knock at your front door.

Peeking out of your curtains you saw Gilbert standing at the front door, his cheeks flushed in the morning sun and his hands wrapped around a pretty bouquet of flowers.

You grinned as you finished adjusting your sleeves and hastily made your way down the stairs.

Swinging the door open, you were met with a flushed Gilbert, his hands strongly grasping the flowers. He handed them to you before speaking.

“Happy birthday.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You were so excited to see him here - but the unexpected visit made you nervous.

“I thought you had work,” you breathed out, staring at the beautiful bouquet in your hands.

“Couldn’t leave my best girl hanging,” he said.

Raising your eyebrow you responded cheekily.

“Best girl? Is there any other girls I need to worry about?”

He smiled lightly at your joke, looking bashfully at the ground. His hands were clasped behind his back as he blushed. Looking up to meet your eyes, he decided to respond sincerely.

“My one and only girl,” he corrected.

You invited him into the house, bringing him to your living room. You hoped he wouldn’t see your blush as you turned your back to lead him through the house.

“So are you not going to work?” you asked as you grabbed a vase and placed it into the coffee table. You placed your new flowers into it, deciding to fetch some water for them later.

“I am,” replied Gilbert, “I’m on my way there now - I just wanted to see you first.”

Sitting down next to him on the couch, you let him continue.

“And… I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Your heart rate quickened. There was a thought in the back of your head - he was going to ask you to be his girlfriend. Yet another part of yourself worried that it was something else. Maybe he was going to break up with you? Not that there was anything to break up.

His hand found yours instantly, holding them both as he began to speak.

“I’ve had fun these past few weeks - and being with you has made me so happy,” he sighed. “But…”

Your heart dropped. Of course there was a but. There always was. You wanted to scold yourself for getting your hopes up, he was your friend above all else, it was unfair to want him to move so quickly.

“But what?” you asked, silently hoping he wouldn’t elaborate further. You didn’t want to hear what he would say next.

“But I feel like I want us to be more.”

Oh. Thank God.

You let out a sigh of relief.

“I do too,” you whispered, “I’ve wanted this ever since our first kiss, ever since you clumsily asked to tutor me in maths.”

Gilbert scoffed playfully.

“I was not clumsy.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling. He always found a way to make you smile, even when moments before you were having an existential crisis about your relationship. That’s what you loved about him.

“I really want to be yours, Y/N,” he said, “If you’ll have me.”

You practically jumped onto him as you hugged him.

“Yes! Finally!”

Gilbert giggled at you as he pecked your cheek, flipping you over so that he was on top. He kissed your forehead, and then your nose, and chin, and finally your lips.

You hummed against him as his lips moulded perfectly against yours.

“As much as I love this, I really need to get to work my love.”

Hesitantly, you let go of his collar and let him help you stand back up. This was the best birthday gift you couldve hoped for.

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