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THE WROTE: a lemony snicket fanmix
m, y name is lemony SNICKET and i should, am, a - - well, this is something i wll forever be, i feel, it is inevitable that i ;; should be doomed to nothing but weeping for the rest of my years. We were like Boats passing in the night, did you k:now? the following, is a series -: of tragic, happenstance.

PART I: I GREW UP IN THE V.FD.
i. the guards and the guns | mustard and the monocle
    we follow our heads and our hearts // looking back as we die calling out // we’re too young for this life // you’re too good for us now
ii. the quiet crowd | patrick watson
    well you could be one of the lovers or liars // hiding all the things they do on the back of their hands // well it’s just you and me // ‘cause everyone’s got a little wrong in all the right places
iii. dear true love | sleeping at last
    dear true love // i’m a writer without any words // i’m a story that nobody heard // when i’m without you —- dear true love // a farewell that came too soon

PART II: EVERYONE THOUGHT I WAS DEAD AND SHE MARRIED ANOTHER.
iv. the wrote and the writ | johnny flynn
    you wrote me oh so many letters // and all of them seemed true // promises look good on paper // especially from you, from you
v. burn | i build collapsible mountains
    hair like a foggy coastline that crashes all the ships // your siren calls out my name as i fall to bits // and you’re standing still on the wrong side of this hill // and i’ll just let you burn like i never could
vi. homeward, these shoes | iron and wine
    that is the reason i left you so young // homeward and what if i see her // there in the doorway i walked away from

PART III: THE NEWLYWEDS LEFT ON A BOAT AND DISAPPEARED.
vii. lost in my mind | the head and the heart
    put your dreams away for now // i won’t see you for some time // i get lost in my mind
viii. breathe | alexi murdoch
    and all the suffering that you’ve witnessed // and the handprints on the wall // they remind you how it’s endless // how endlessly you fall — but don’t forget to breathe
ix. from my own true love (lost at sea) | the decemberists
    mr. postman, do you have a letter for me? from my own true love — lost at sea.

PART IV: WHEN THEY CAME BACK SHE WAS EXPECTING.
x. speed of sound | communist daughter
    man i hate this town // and so i’m looking for the only way out // and the life i wanted years ago is maybe not the life i should have found

PART V: AND 14 YEARS LATER, SHE DIED IN A FIRE THAT NO ONE WOULD ADMIT WAS ARSON.
xi. i’m gonna be (500 miles) | sleeping at last
   and when i’m dreaming // well i know i’m gonna dream // i’m gonna dream about the time when i’m with you
xii. set the sails | dan mangan
    might be time to pack her in // set the sails and just get hauled away // maybe east or something // west was overrated anyway
xiii. manchester | kishi bashi
   the very last breath of the hero of our tale // would lead you only to guess // does he truly prevail // in the sequel? // i guess i’ll have to write a sequel… // my favourite part’s when i die // in your arms like a movie // it’s tragic and now the story has its proper end

happy friday the 13th

charming asking snow after elections if they can maybe hang out sometime and snow being super wary of him but one day they end up drinking coffee together and it’s raining and he walks her home bc she doesn’t have an umbrella and she laughs more than she has in a long time

charming and snow slowly becoming really good buds and hangin out a lot and eating pizza and watching superhero movies (snow’s guilty pleasure) while they lie on the floor

snow having a bad day at work and crying on her own at home because all she wants is to talk to billy but he’s on a business trip

charming’s other best friend being daphne bc as much as he loves snow she has a lot on her plate

daphne slowly gettin a super big crush on him as she gets older and desperately trying to hide it from everyone she knows (including sabrina, excepting red)

charming no longer thinking of himself as a paternal figure to her

charming arriving at a fancy dinner party with daphne on his arm

snow kissing billy under an umbrella in the rain, because that’s where she first fell in love with him all over again

daphne falling asleep on billy’s shoulder and he presses his lips to her head and wonders how this girl can love him so wholly and completely for all his faults

william charming being happy, really happy, truly happy, for the first time in his life

sisters grimm au jake and puck return to ferryport landing after their first six years of travel - only this time, puck hasn’t grown up.

when she saw the boy at the table, her heart stopped - and she was choking - dying - because he was a boy, still a boy, just a boy, and nothing more. 

"puck?" she said, and the word felt wrong in her mouth, like he was something distant, unspeakable. she hadn’t said his name in so long. 

"i’m sorry," he said, his voice cracking, hitching at the end with a sob he could not contain. he was trying so hard not to cry but it wasn’t working; tears spilled, and he wept, and she was numb.

"i’m so sorry."

sr