#chapter 37

[manga-meow]

[keferon]

*clasps your shoulders gently and looks you straight in the eye*

Keferon. Please read Ninth by Kyn on AO3. I think you would love it very much. It has a large chapter count, but don't be intimidated, it's very easy to get into. It is currently unfinished, but is being updated regularly.

You are the seventh person that recommended this fic to me so ahahahaha yeah

I’m doing great Help I hate some parts of it but I love the other parts I’m spinning in the blender

…..I made the moodboard….

[magpie-black-and-white]

Underrated line

[every-black-butler-food]

[every-ciel-phantomhive]

[s-is-for-simp]

Gushing Over Magical Girls

[acourtofquestions]

Flynn calling Lidia “Ruhn’s girl”🥹😭💔🫥

[mollywog]

“This is what I would once have called an epoch in my life,” said Anne, as she took Roy’s violets out of their box and gazed at them thoughtfully. She meant to carry them, of course, but her eyes wandered to another box on her table. It was filled with lilies-of-the-valley, as fresh and fragrant as those which bloomed in the Green Gables yard when June came to Avonlea. Gilbert Blythe’s card lay beside it.

Anne wondered why Gilbert should have sent her flowers for Convocation. She had seen very little of him during the past winter. He had come to Patty’s Place only one Friday evening since the Christmas holidays, and they rarely met elsewhere. She knew he was studying very hard, aiming at High Honors and the Cooper Prize, and he took little part in the social doings of Redmond. Anne’s own winter had been quite gay socially. She had seen a good deal of the Gardners; she and Dorothy were very intimate; college circles expected the announcement of her engagement to Roy any day. Anne expected it herself. Yet just before she left Patty’s Place for Convocation she flung Roy’s violets aside and put Gilbert’s lilies-of-the-valley in their place. She could not have told why she did it. Somehow, old Avonlea days and dreams and friendships seemed very close to her in this attainment of her long-cherished ambitions. She and Gilbert had once pictured out merrily the day on which they should be capped and gowned graduates in Arts. The wonderful day had come and Roy’s violets had no place in it. Only her old friend’s flowers seemed to belong to this fruition of old-blossoming hopes which he had once shared.

[every-shiraishi]

[bookishwords]

'Sometimes, Gansey forgot how much he liked school and how good he was at it.'

[jamiepage19]

It's done. I did it. I had to.

[dailymidford]

[legends-never-die1]

At long last - WSMS chapter 37 :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57791617/chapters/164160040

[every-black-butler-food]

[every-ciel-phantomhive]

[dasistblod]

This episode was so good but let's not overlook the horror of the bombed out town.

We've seen bombs, saints dropped from the heavens, making sacrifices of whomever is near.

These people did not get eaten by a saint. They did not feed a god. They were not part of a miracle. Their deaths had *no meaning* in context of this world. They were ordinary people dying excruciating, but ultimately *ordinary* deaths.

That's what freaks Val out, that's what is horrid and terrifying to her. Yes she's a Saint, but she's clearly still Val to some degree, and the pure fear of dying for NOTHING scares her, just like it scared Carpenter right before the above mentioned Saint-Bomb.