i miss this emma so much

came back home from la la land and i’ve never been so awestruck in a theatre my entire life, i’m not even joking. pls don’t miss la la land just bc it’s a romance bc literally it’s so much more.

it’s about chasing seemingly unattainable dreams, & telling anyone who doubts you to go fuck themselves. it’s about sacrifice, compromise, chaos, and love. it’s a masterpiece & yes i did cry bc oMG did it hit home. the romance is merely an aspect, not the focus.

as a creator, it was literally catered to folks like us shooting high while ppl try to drag us down. i actually needed this movie so much, “here’s to the hearts” had tears streaming down my face. i never say this but i’m 100% serious when i say this may be my all time favourite movie i’ve seen thus far & i’ve seen a lOT.

everything about it - the cinematography, the soundtrack (hOLY FUCK the soundtrack bless), the casting, the way the story unraveled, i’m honestly so happy. i wish i could write you guys an eloquent review and analysis and perhaps i will do a proper review later after having more time to just digest this entire thing but as of now i’m just. fuckin enchanted so all i can give you is this brain vomit and a push in the direction of your local cinema. PLS PLS PLS watch it, i beg of you, you will not regret it and well if you do, i guess it just didn’t hit you the way it hit me but i rEALLY hope it does. if any of you see it, scream about it with me, it’s a movie that will always be close to my foolish heart. thank you damien chazelle.

New One - part 3 - Enoch O'Connor imagine

a/n: so hi i like continuing this lil bean called enoch imagine ahsjdhfjshfj uhhhh anyways so here is part 3 ayyyyye i love enoch so much you can’t even imagine, and i LOVE finlay god that babe

characters: mphfpc movie!enoch o'connor x reader, and all the other peculiar children plus jacob portman

warnings: ehh… none :) but as always, the characters’ ages are accurate except enoch who is as old as he was portrayed in the mphfpc movie

y/n and enoch. those two. 

they had been spending too much time together for anyone to comprehend. mis peregrine was, of course, delighted that enoch had found someone he had opened up to. and she was relieved that y/n finally had peace here. she had noticed the young telekinetic girl wasn’t nervous or bad-like giddy-ish like she was when she first came, continuing until her and enoch…. made themselves official. 

miss peregrine had never seen enoch smile. from the day he had came to cairnholm, enoch had never smiled or shown any type of joy to her or anybody else. sarcastic comments and hateful glares or long silences were always his way to show he was among the peculiar children. somehow they got along with enoch, but he didn’t care. 

y/n had been encouraging him to talk more and not be so unsocial with others and it somehow worked. everyone wondered how it could be - they thought nobody could break enoch’s sour look on life. y/n was proud of herself for being the one to change enoch. well, not exactly him, but his attitude. 

they fit together so perfectly - heads always close, whispering to each other and giggling. they were constantly spending time together, and they spent more time outside, y/n actually brought enoch along to the daily walk. rarely were the lovebirds alone. they looked very lovely at every given moment, everyone was happy for them. 

y/n and enoch were now sitting under a tree fiona grew out especially for them. y/n was laying between enoch’s legs with her back against his chest and a book in her hands. she held it out for the both of them to read. it was john green’s paper towns.

“why have you underlined that sentence there?” enoch asked, disturbing the - perhaps - silence.

y/n eyes wondered down to where the boy’s slender finger was pointing. “well, i like that quote.”

“why?” he questioned. “can you read it out for me?”

“okay.” y/n cleared her throat. “…leaving feels good and pure only when you leave something important, something that mattered to you. pulling life out by the roots. but you can’t do that until your life has grown roots.

encoh hummed. “it does sound nice.” he went silent, he was thinking. y/n waited. “does it mean anything to you?”

“uhm…” y/n paused. “it could, but does it?”

“you mean…?”

“well, i left my parents in my old life when i came, remember?” y/n said, looking at enoch with her head tilted backwards. he nodded. “well, that kind of feels like a grown root now. so, i left them there. or they brought me here, i don’t know.”

“so, you find that quote very much alike your situation? now or before?” enoch questioned. now y/n nodded. “does it make you sad? thinking about your parents and your old life?”

“mm.” y/n hummed. “sometimes.” she turned around, putting down the book. she rested her arms on enoch’s chest, her hands on the back of his neck. y/n looked into the boy’s eyes. “i miss them sometimes, you know.” she said and traced along his sweater neck line with her index finger. 

enoch started to feel bad for he brought up the subject about her parents and her old life. he immediately regretted his words and wanted to say something to mend the situation, but y/n was faster than him in that way and spoke up first.

“but then i realise…” she traced her finger up enoch’s neck and face, stopping at his cheek, “i have you.” y/n smiled. “so i stop missing my old life. and focus on what’s happening here.” she shimmied her body up enoch’s chest a little to reach his face and connected their lips. 

the boy smiled. he was the person that made y/n forget about missing her previous life. and that made enoch happy. 

he pulled himself and y/n down on the soft grass and kissed her deeper. enoch thought he could change things up a bit and reached his hands down to y/n’s waist, beneath her shirt. she looked at him with slightly worried but wild eyes and leaned down and kissed his lips. 

enoch’s fingers started dancing quickly against y/n’s soft skin which created ticklish movements. y/n cut her lips off enoch’s and started giggling. the boy smiled at her and only quickened and hardened his hand movements.

“e-enoch, i can’t-” she tried to say, but couldn’t as the touches were way too ticklish. her giggles turned into hysterical, lovely laughs and then tears of joy. “p-please, sto-”

“i see we’re interrupting something.” the two teens heard a voice coming from a meter or two in distance of them. y/n rolled off enoch’s lap and they both looked at who it was.

emma was standing between bushes, but she wasn’t alone. besides her was a boy in 21st century clothes with a confused look on his face. y/n jumped up on her feet, evening out her white skater skirt. she took enoch’s arm and nudged him up. soon, two teenagers were facing two teenagers. 

“n-no, you weren’t.” y/n said, a giggle escaping her lips after. enoch stood behind her, hardly keeping a serious face with having the urge to laugh. she took enoch’s hand in hers behind her body to calm him down. “so, is there someone you need to introduce us with?”

“uh… yeah.” emma paused. “this is…”

“jacob portman.” the boy spoke up. he looked around enoch’s and y/n’s age but he had the look on his face that he didn’t understand where he was or what was happening. but… he looked like he was from y/n’s past life’s time. there were features in his style that told y/n he was from the 21st century, and she had never seen him in her life. y/n’s eyes sparkled. someone from then, the future.

“he’s abraham portman’s grandson.” emma said. “jacob, this is enoch and y/n.”

“hi.” y/n waved at the boy and smiled while enoch did nothing but pat his foot against the grass, waiting for the introduction to end. 

“wh-what are your peculiarities?” jacob asked. y/n was surprised he would want to know and know that they were peculiar, but she thought she could show him. 

y/n looked at the book on the ground and waved it up in the air, making it float around her and enoch’s heads and stop in front of them.

“wow.” jacob breathed out. “you’re… telekinetic.”

“yes, just like you thought you were at the pub.” emma said with a chuckle. y/n ignored the inside joke and took the book in her hands. she looked over at enoch - he had a bored expression on his face and he was avoiding anyone’s gaze.

“and what can… he do?” jacob asked, referring to enoch.

“make things alive again.” y/n said for she felt enoch didn’t want to say anything himself. “it’s better with smaller beings, tho.”

“oh.” jacob sighed. “okay.”

“well, this has been good.” emma said. “but me and jacob have to go now, he has to meet miss peregrine.”

y/n nodded. “off you go, then.” 

emma and jacob walked past them to get to the house. jacob had a curious look flying everywhere, including y/n and enoch together. who was he? what was he doing here? why was he here? who was abraham portman? why did jacob portman look like he was from the 21st century? why was he here now?

when they left, y/n turned around to enoch. “what is it?” she placed her hand over his cheek, making enoch look in her eyes for a short moment, then he looked back down. “hm?”

enoch groaned quietly.

“enoch.” y/n dragged out his name to get him to talk. “why’d you get so quiet suddenly?”

enoch sighed. “i don’t like that jacob guy.”

“why? do you know him?”

“i just-” enoch sighed again. “he’s like his grandfather, he will leave and break everyone’s heart - except mine and probably yours - eventually, so, i already know what’s gonna happen. i save myself a heartbreak.” 

“how do you know that?”

“miss peregrine knew he would come.” enoch replied. “she knew he was born and she knew he was like us, too.” 

“she knows everything.”

“that’s right.” enoch agreed. “and i hope she knows what he’ll do.”

“could you tell me about his grandpa sometime later?”


claire came running to the couple and tugged at y/n’s hand. “miss peregrine says there’s lunch in five minutes, you have to come. we have a visitor!” claire was smiling.

“wonderful.” y/n said, caressing claire’s cheek. “we’ll be there on time, i promise.” claire nodded with a smile and ran off. 

enoch turned around to check if they had anything to leave here and y/n took his arm.

“be nice, love.” she said to enoch. he groaned. “please. you don’t want to leave a bad impression on the guest.”

“i don’t care what kind of impression i leave on him.” enoch stated. y/n rolled her eyes.

“please, enoch.” she said. “could you at least try?” she begged. “i’ll give you a treat later if you will be polite.” y/n smirked.

“what kind of treat?” enoch looked at her. y/n chuckled.

“you’ll see.” she pointed her finger at him. “if you behave.” y/n, standing afar from enoch, stretched out her hand for him to take. enoch sighed, but gave in. he grinned.

“alright, i’ll try.” enoch said and took y/n’s hand, being pulled towards his girl and the children’s home.

I like the idea of Killian asking David for his blessing, and here’s why.

He doesn’t need it. We don’t even have to argue about that. If Emma and Killian want to get married, they’ll get married. It’s been well-established that Emma does what Emma wants, and Killian does what Killian wants. Neither of them need anyone else’s permission. I mean, what’s David gonna do, stab him? Come on.

But two things. First of all - Emma missed out on her royal upbringing and all those princess milestones. Killian has been the one to catch her up on them. He escorted her to her first ball and made sure she got her first dance, he kisses her hand and treats her like the princess she is. So it makes total sense to me that Killian would follow the traditional steps as much as possible and treat the whole thing like he’s a suitor wanting to marry the crown princess.

And here’s the other thing, and the reason why I really like this move. David (like Killian) is from a realm where, one would imagine, men do generally ask the father of the woman they want to marry for their permission or their blessing. And despite that, David has not been a part of any of the major moments in Emma’s life. He gave her up as a baby and got her back twenty-eight years later, at which point she’d already found and lost her first love, had a child, and done all kinds of things that David would never, in a million years, have imagined (or wanted) for his little princess. She’s living with a pirate, and we saw that while David was happy for her, he was also a little sad to “lose” her to an extent. None of this is what he ever thought would happen when he became a father to a little girl.

Also, David has been living in the twenty-first century for maybe a year. He grew up in a pseudo-medieval world with very different social norms and values and then he was in a coma for almost three decades. Yes, he’s got some traditional notions that prompt him to ask about Killian’s “intentions” and punch the guy who slept with his wife. That’s David. That’s who he is.

Asking for his permission here means a) following a tradition from his realm, and b) involving him in this part of his daughter’s life. So I like it. It’s not Killian and David making a decision for Emma, and it’s not actually about needing permission. I mean, they don’t need to get married at all. They already live together. Getting married will change nothing. So why? Because of the symbolic meaning. And the same applies to asking for David’s blessing.

It’s not about Emma and Killian. It’s about David. And it’s considerate and respectful and just nice and it shows why Killian has a place in this family, because he gets it.

On the female characters in the movie

Not only is the movie racist, it also messed up such amazing female characters.

- Book!Miss P: is old but wise, conservative but sweet and caring, strong willed, emotional but manages to stay clear headed
- Movie!Miss P: is young, pretty and charismatic, which is a trope I like but not for this character; I have a feeling she’s going to be flirtatious and out-going and that’s just not Miss P.
- Book!Emma: is really emotional although she doesn’t show it, feels everything but tries to hide it so it doesn’t cloud her decisions, angry and assertive, doesn’t change when she gets together with Jacob
- Movie!Emma: this makes me the most angry. See, I like the sweet, dreamy girl types like Luna Lovegood. But I could relate so much to Emma in the books - she feels everything at once, she cares and she gets angry and makes irrational decisions and I loved her for that. And they just took that away.
- Book!Bronwyn: completely obliterates the “butch, strong female who is mean to everybody” trope and is instead this sweet, caring big sister who carries around her siblings on her shoulders and gives them good night kisses.
- Movie!Bronwyn: is just a little girl? The opportunity to make her a big sister figure has been taken away entirely. Now, she’s just cute.
- Book!Olive: brave, assertive even for her age, willing to do anything for her friends, doesn’t give up hope, loves her family unconditionally.
- Movie!Olive: seems to be aged up only to be the love interest for Enoch, which just wasn’t necessary (because they had 0 interactions in the book and Hugh and Fiona exist too). I have the ugly feeling that she will stand in his shadow.
- Book!Fiona: is definitely a girl of colour, has PTSD but still was a sweet and lovable character, deserved a better ending of her character arc but still
- Movie!Fiona: is seemingly neurotypical, a little white girl without further backstory and cute braids
- Claire hasn’t changed, really, so I’m not going to elaborate on her.

The movie took these characters from the book and changed them in such ways that a big part of who they were supposed to be disappeared. Now they’re just pretty and cute.

  • Emma: Aren't you supposed to be babysitting Horace?
  • Enoch: He's over there dazzling some psychologists.
  • Horace: [sitting on a couch surrounded by an increasing number of psychologists] All men are at least 30% attracted to me.
  • Horace: My mother cried the day I was born, because she knew she would never be better than me.
  • Horace: At any given moment, I'm thinking about one thing, Richard Drefuss hunkered over, eating dog food.
  • Horace: I feel like I'm the Paris of people.
  • Horace: I'm exquisite.
  • Enoch: [Laughing]
  • Emma: [is confused]

I can’t get over how cute it is that, in wlw literary circles, all your faves are huge fans of all your other faves.

here’s Patience and Sarah, introduced by Emma Donaghue:

Carol Ann Duffy did an intro to Mrs Dalloway:

Val McDermid introduces this version of Carol:

and look at The Secret Diaries of Miss Anne Lister!! The whole gang’s here!!

one of the most beautiful things about skam was the time isak watched mikael’s video. how intensely he watched, how he was smiling to himself, how he got so lost in it to the point he didn’t sense people start coming into the room and made himself look so suspicious in front of sana. when he was ‘confessing feelings’ to eva, or briefly with his ex, or wooing emma, you could see that he had this mask on, that everything he said or did was fabricated. and then you see him in a private moment like that, where he’s finally found the guy, and finally succumb to whatever this is that he’s feeling and you know straight away, oh wow. this boy’s fallen hard.

such an amazing job done by skam, and by tarjei. making those seemingly small, everyday things the most important things. exposing those feelings as real, and valid, and understood, to an audience that is often told they’re not. so beautiful.

Go without me

“Regina, I’m dying”

“No, you are not, Emma.”

“I am. We have to accept the reality.”

“I refuse to be left alone. Don’t you dare die on me, Miss Swan.”

“I’m dying and you call me Miss Swan?”

“I’ll call you whatever I want when you’re being an idiot.”

“Your idiot.”

“Mine. Now drink this.”

She hands Emma a glass of some fizzy concoction. Emma drinks it and burps, then burps some more.

“Wow. I feel so much better. What was in it?”

“Water, baking soda and vinegar. How are you feeling?”

“Less like I’m about to die, but my stomach still  hurts.”

“You ate half a chicken and fries and drank two cans of beer. I’m amazed you didn’t burst.”

“I’m never eating this much, ever again.”

“You said the same thing last week when I made enchiladas.”

“Not my fault your food tastes amazing.”

“Idiot,”Regina’s smiling at this.


Emma leans in to kiss Regina but no sooner do their lips touch that Emma lets out another burp. 

No no but imagine Emma checking her phone later that night and seeing a notification saying she has 53 voicemails from Killian Jones and he’s frantic and panic and sounds a little miffed and she just listens to each one and she sits in awe and she smiles and she saves each of them and maybe even cries a little

Because not so long ago no one cared about her, no one would’ve noticed if she’d gone missing, no one was bothered by her absence, no one loved her as much as this man clearly does.

Emma Swan is Killian Jones’ entire fucking world and I’m so happy they’re my OTP