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Things never happen the same way twice, dear one
listening to unreal unearth while reading prince caspian is like crying screaming throwing up oh that’s a cute moment punching the walls rolling on the ground tearing my chest open haha peter called reepicheep an ass sobbing weeping tearing my hair out
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sometimes i think about narnia and i vibrate out of my skin like...
you walk into a world you cannot understand, frozen and dying, and it is you who thaws it. you who kills the witch, you who breaks the stone table, you who slays the wolf. it is you who is crowned and it is you who wails for two worlds when the wardrobe doors shut behind you.
your skin never sits quite right and your teeth are too dull. there are wars in your bones and decades in your eyes before you can reach the telephone on the wall.
you are king. you are queen. they won't let you read the newspapers at breakfast.
it calls you back from beyond a train and from within paint. begs with bloody palms and salt-crusted cheeks. takes from you all that you can give - and sends you back.
you watch your sister fade.
you are a child twice and an adult once. and when you stand in your home again, with crushed bones and the smell of coal still in your nose, you watch them sneer at your sister.
your sister is the sun above you. she is, beautiful and stone-cast, alive in a world you could never stomach. she smiles, still, and stretches her skin over human bones.
she is no longer a friend of narnia. do you tell them it is her who has to bury you all and the stars that are falling from the skies in shards?
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They had not gone far before they came to a place where the ground became rough and there were rocks all about and little hills up and little hills down. At the bottom of one small valley Mr. Tumnus turned suddenly aside as if he were going to walk straight into an unusually large rock, but at the last moment Lucy found he was leading her into the entrance of a cave. As soon as they were inside she found herself blinking in the light of a wood fire. Then Mr. Tumnus stooped and took a flaming piece of wood out of the fire with a neat little pair of tongs, and lit a lamp. "Now we shan't be long," he said, and immediately put a kettle on. Lucy thought she had never been in a nicer place.
What Lucy Found There | The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
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#this shot is so important #because here is a little snapshot #of the pevensies in the golden age #look at how lucy has to be close to pete #she gravitates towards him #the first thing she does #is to maintain physical contact #and then always leans into him #and stays close by #and pete keeps himself angled towards her #and his arms are ready to protect her #and the fact that they both slightly #leaning towards one another #this is fifteen years of love #the contact and proximity #are such second nature #they don’t even have to look at each other #they are just at such ease with each other #that even after all these years #lucy is drawn to her eldest brother #and pete still subconsciously #looks to protect her #and golden age pete and lu #are so very important
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i say im past my pevensie sibling angst phase and then make 4 playlists that all cater to the particular painful experience each one of them went through in/outside of/because of narnia
like come on what am i supposed to do when this is so peter-comes-home-from-narnia-a-child-&-must-learn-to-live-with-it coded what else am i supposed to do !!!
i say im past my pevensie sibling angst phase and then make 4 playlists that all cater to the particular painful experience each one of them went through in/outside of/because of narnia
susan was the only one who initially refused to look for the adventure around the lamppost during the hunting of the white stag. the only one who wanted to abandon the whole venture altogether until she was convinced otherwise. she was the only one who felt the pull to return to the real world & for whatever reason, hesitated before following it.
the dimension this just added to my understanding of the pain the pevensies, and susan especially, must have felt at narnia being ripped away from them.
narnia taught me many things but above all that c s lewis would find me very unsensible because i did close the door of every wardrobe i ever hid in
haven’t stopped thinking how greta’s narnia means we’re going to get a susan monologue . A SUSAN MONOLOGUE . my girl finally getting her moment
greta directing narnia is such an incredible win
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@narnianetwork voyage 8: p r i d e → aromantic peter pevensie
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@narnianetwork voyage 8: p r i d e → edmund pevensie + caspian x ; dark academia au
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@narnianetwork voyage 8: p r i d e → gay!lucy + 1950 by king princess
so tell me why my gods look like you and tell me why it’s wrong so i’ll wait for you, i’ll pray i will keep on waiting for your love i like it when we play 1950 so bold, make them know that you’re with me
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“You have a traitor there, Aslan,“ said the Witch. Of course everyone present knew that she meant Edmund. But Edmund had got past thinking about himself after all he’d been through and after the talk he’d had that morning. He just went on looking at Aslan. It didn’t seem to matter what the Witch said.”
Source: narniadreams
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I'm never gonna meet What could've been, would've been What should've been you
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“Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend, Somewhere along in the bitterness, And I would’ve stayed up with you all night, Had I known how to save a life.”
How To Save A Life // The Fray