Heyy! Hope you are doing well :) I'm currently in a reading slump and trying to make it through Emma (hopefully I will be successful 🤞) so I wanted to ask you what is your favourite/accurate Emma adaptation?
I don't know if you have ever talked about it so 🤷🏻♀️
(Also really like your account 💛)
Emma is actually my least favourite of the Austen novels and I also find it very dense. The first time I read it I was unimpressed. My last readthrough I tried an audio book and that helped immensely, especially with the Miss Bates parts. But best of luck to you! I hope you get over your slump. Also, thank you ❤️.
I'm going to go through all the Emma adaptations I've seen in order of goodness just for fun:
My favourite adaptation is Emma. 2020, I could watch it on repeat. As a movie, it seems to really love the source material. However, they did make a few significant changes especially at the end to make it more palatable to a modern audience. Emma actually apologizes to Robert Martin and invites Harriet's father to Hartfield. However, I feel that it really captures the snobby side of Emma well and her growth through the novel. Mr. Elton is really well done too. Mr. Knightley is both the right age and he sings! Oh and Mr. Woodhouse is played as more sprightly but still eccentric.
Emma 1996 (Kate Beckinsale) is pretty good. Beckinsale is one of my favourite actresses, though I think she's gotten better over time. The biggest issue is a line added at the end of Mr. Knightley holding Emma as a baby which is just ew, why did you do that screenwriter??? Great Mrs. Elton though.
Emma 1972 is kind of weird and includes a lot of non-Austen dialogue, but it has the best Harriet. She looks exactly like she should and she is always saying, "Yes, Miss Woodhouse." in this schoolgirl voice. Emma actually beginning to dictate the letter to Robert Martin for Harriet is *chef's kiss* But I didn't really like Emma herself in that version and it adds dialogue and scenes. It's free on Youtube by the way.
I don't like Emma 2009 very much even though it is fairly faithful. They create this strange false equivalency between Frank, Jane, and Emma; Emma even thanks her father once for not sending her away! It was bizarre because the dynamic is actually that Mr. Woodhouse could never survive without Emma. I also just found it so boring! I'm not sure why. I did not find Romola Garai elegant at all, which Emma is obsessed with. The word "elegant" appears 28 times in Emma and no more than 14 times in any other novel...
I really dislike Emma 1996 (Gwyneth Paltrow). I find Emma far too sweet and Mr. Knightley ACTUALLY POUTS, which is insane. Behold!
Also, Mrs. Weston's baby is hardly shown and I have a whole thing for Mrs. Weston's baby.
Clueless. I mention it last because it's a modernization, but man did they get it right. Cher embodies the spirit of Emma so well! It is a delight. 10/10. Highly recommend. Paul Rudd too.
Those are all the adaptations I have seen. I have not seen Aisha or the web series versions.
And for the record, I like the nosebleed.
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To illustrate this post by @mayahawkse I would like to visualize to you the difference:
A post in 2023:
A post in 2014:
A zoom out of the same post:
This is what a community looks like.
See how in 2023 almost all of the reblogs come from the OP, from their few hours/days in the tag search. Meanwhile in 2014 the % of reblogs from OP is insignificant, because most of the reblogs come from the reblogs within the fandom, within the micro-communities formed there. You didn't need to rely on tags, or search, or being featured. Because the community took care of you, made sure to pass the work between themselves and onto their blog and exposed their followers to it. It kept works alive for years.
It's not JUST the reblog/like ratio that causing this issue, it's the type of interaction people have. They're content with scrolling and liking the search engine, instead of actually having a reblogging relationship with other blogs in their community.
Anyways, if you want to see more content you like, the only true way to make it happen is to reblog it. Likes do not forward content in no way but making OP feel nice. Reblogs on the other hand make content eternal. They make it relevant, they make it exist outside of a fickle tumblr search that hardly works on the best of days.
If you want more of something, reblog it.
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she says he won't let her get a dog, which is fine, because they're in an apartment, and that's the kind of thing people say about their partners. he won't let me get a dog. and you're at a dinner party and you tilt your head a little to the side just like that dog he won't let her get, because is this the thing that's going to upset you? you don't know every corner of their relationship, she could be joking, they could have had so many healthy conversations about the dog, right, and maybe she's not letting herself get the dog because of money and time and whatever. but, like, she did say let
and she wants to move away from his hometown and he wants to stay and then he tells you with a wink and a conspiratorial stage whisper don't worry i'll convince her and she laughs about it - so clearly this is something they laugh about. but you do just stand there and stare at him like what the fuck, man. you can't say what you want to say which is why do you get the final say on everything because they're both obviously aware of the other person's stance on this and have obviously had private conversations about it and what are you going to do about it except make a scene and then he'll be mad at you and call you one of those bitches behind your back and she'll cut you off, which is a loss that doesn't feel worth it just because he makes you a little skeeved out every 3rd comment
and they both agree he just isn't the type to get flowers which is fine because everyone shows love differently, and are you really gonna judge someone based on their sense of individual relationship responsibility? maybe he's constantly cleaning her car and writing her poems and making her furniture or something. maybe she doesn't even like flowers and this is perfect, actually. and no you couldn't date him, obviously, ew; but like, she tells you she's happy. you almost send her a tiktok that says don't be 25 and the cool girl that doesn't need anything, you'll hate not getting flowers at 30, but that's like, starting drama & you shouldn't start drama needlessly.
and you're a little older than her but not so much older you can pull the whole trust me on this one babe thing and besides that wouldn't have worked anyway (when does it ever) and besides you have trauma so you and your therapist both agree that you're always looking for a problem even when there isn't one. and you tell yourself that just because you see them for 15 minutes every month does not mean you can identify every single red flag based on a single shitty half-joking(?) comment
and besides, what are you going to do? she says i actually wanted another stand mixer but thankfully he stops me when i'm about to spend too much money and you're standing there like are you okay? is this normal? is this just something people say? and again - what are you going to do?
to your therapist you try to language it - it's not, like, any of my business. but sometimes, doesn't it feel like - you should do something. there's got to be something, right? you've tried dropping little hints but they sail right through and you've tried having a single serious conversation and she got upset because why does it matter to you, yes it's different but we're happy, it doesn't need to make sense to you and you're like. really unwilling to push a boundary about it anymore; because the truth is that you know logically it shouldn't matter to you, as long as both parties are happy.
and besides, you've been wrong before. it's just... like, every time you see them both, something else happens, some kind of shiver down your spine like do you even hear each other when you talk. it's their strange, bickering orbit. just the way he's on his phone through dinner or watching sports instead of helping in the kitchen or, fuck, another one of these little throwaway comments he makes about we'll see about that, babe. she laughs when he calls her passions stupid shit and meanwhile she gets him tickets to see the knicks and he tells you well at least she's smart about something and still! it's none of your business.
you say get the dog anyway and she laughs. like, this is is you being funny. and not you saying - no really. get the dog. get the dog and get out of here. pack up and start running.
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~ a little something about Dazai slowly moving you in without you knowing ~
"Osamu, can I borrow a comb or something? I can't seem to find my hairbrush..."
You call out as you rummage through your duffle bag you brought to spend the weekend at his place. you do this as much as you can, it's lovely to spend time with the one you love... And also because he loses all sanity and rationality if he goes a few days without seeing you. You've been there before, and it's a nightmare for both you and anyone interacting with him. Poor baby!
He perks up, staring at you from across the room, chin resting on his palm and his eyes half-lidded. He's thinking about the day he hid that from you, along with a few other garments. He calls back, sounding scattered.
"Mm? Oh, you can borrow anything you want! Mine's behind the bathroom mirror."
"Okay!"
You open the mirror, and the shelf has not only your hairbrush, but one of your hair clips too. You tilt your head, calling back out.
"Nevermind! Found some of my stuff. Guess I left them here last time, heh."
He jumps at your new finding, quietly cursing himself for not hiding that before you came over. Dazai sighs deeply and immediately hops off the stool, beelining it to you. He clears his throat, playing dumb like the demon he is.
"Well, I think you should still use mine. Please, yours looks all old and yucky. If you keep using it all of your hair will fall out and you'll be bald and hate yourself for the rest of your life and nobody will want you! Except for me, of course~"
"... Um, I don't think so?"
"Well I do! Now, come on, let's get these silky locks in check."
He spins you around and immediately starts combing out your hair, humming a little tune to himself as he does so. He makes a mental note to hide the shirt and pajama shorts he kept last weekend too, that's for when he's alone at night. He also needs to make sure you willingly start leaving things, otherwise you'll freak if you're missing half your stuff. He's so gentle with you and having the time of his life, lightly dusting his fingers against the nape of your neck. He stifles a giggle behind that little smirk plastered on his face when you squirm a bit. He'll make sure you do it plenty of more times before you leave later. Maybe you'll finally beg like he's been wanting you to!
"There. All done."
He presses a soft kiss at the top of your head and you flash him a sweet smile. He could honestly pass out right there. And if he fell down, he'd be at your feet, and then he could be at your knees. Oh! And then you'd fuss over him and never leave his sight. And then... So so so cute...
You get a thoughtful look on your face, and turn to face him fully, popping his delusional little bubble.
"... Come to think of it, I feel like I always lose stuff at your place. You'll gather it for me if you find it, Osamu?"
At the mention of his name, he feels his entire body heat up. He blinks twice and tilts his head innocently. God, you look breathtaking when you're confused. He'll have to take a photo sometime for his album. You love posing for those, and he loves looking at you.
"Sure, but why don't you just... Leave things here from now on? You're here alllll the time, might as well just keep stuff here for safe keeping. I'll be the noble keeper of your things!"
You raise a brow, huffing into a laugh.
"Yeah? Is that what you want to be?"
His voice then becomes softer, needier, and dead serious. He stares right into your beautiful eyes, drowning himself in them. He mutters.
"For you, I'll be anything you want me to be. Afterall, I'm nothing more than a boy made of clay~"
You blush at that. Really hard. Amazing! he thinks. He reaches for your soft face that feels hot to the touch, cupping it inbetween his bandaged hands as he delicately rubs circles on your temples with the pad of his thumb. You wish you could look anywhere else right now because you're falling apart under him and he knows it.
"When you move in, you can do anything you want with the place. Especially with me."
"... Shouldn't we talk more about this another time?"
"Mmm no, not really."
He replies, his Hazelnut eyes go a little darker as he looks down at you.
"Hm, I think we should, cause you're too fast for me. You're like a Hare." You giggle as you say that, eyes twinkling.
"I like bunnies. I like you..."
He mumbles, going straight for your lips before you can say anything else.
Needless to say, you didn't get very far into the discussion after that. He wouldn't let that happen. And that's okay! He can adapt! He thinks he IS being a little pushy and a little too fast for your taste. He's sooo sorry, he'll take it slower next time. In between the sloppy kisses and the very indecent ways he uses his hands to toy with you, he desperately whispers in your ear one last time before he devours you fully.
"... We're staying together forever and ever, yeah?"
"Mmphhhmm..."
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