The first day back in England, every one of the Pevensie children managed an extravagant fall.
Their legs are shorter than they should be, but they can’t say this out loud.
Weeks go by. Eventually, they all relearn how to walk.
But there are other, stranger things they can’t relearn.
Like how:
Lucy is eight.
Lucy is twenty-three.
She can’t remember how to be small and unimportant, or how to play children’s games. Fifteen years in another world have left her used to being listened to, relied upon. The horrors of war are far less frightening than the horror of ignorance, of tiny uncalloused hands. Or waking in the night remembering the culture, the world she left behind.
Like how:
And Susan is twelve - nearly - thirty.
With small children of her own under her care. She can’t forget the feel of them growing inside her.
She can’t unlearn the way her ears are always listening for them. Years later she is still celebrating birthdays for people who live only in her memory, only knee high. At night she’d kept awake wondering about the strangers she gave birth too.
So she keeps trying to forget.
For the boys it is different. But not better:
Peter is thirteen and full of anger. The adults call it puberty. The adults don’t realize the shadow in his eyes is the same shadow in the eyes of returning soldiers. High King Peter, with so many lives under his command now commands nothing, and knows nothing. Responsibility and questions weigh on him.
But Edmund wakes up one day and realizes that after so many years no stranger can ever go to war with him about a child betraying his family for roses and sugar. His worst mistake weighs only on his mind now. And somehow, it’s this small silver lining that lets him pull their family back from the brink. He is no longer the broken one, no longer haunted by a child he no longer is.
Even so.
The Pevensie’s are adrift in a world of smoke and debris, and the rolling empty countryside. The war here is not fought with swords and fangs, but gas, and fire from above.
A fate worse than death is not being turned to stone.
There is no Lion coming at the eleventh hour to save them all. No lion except the one they carry inside themselves.
And that would have to be enough.
So each Pevensie found a way to matter, to change, to save.
And a little bit of Aslan crept in around the corners when they needed him most.
There was a snap and a growl to Lucy her mother had never seen.
A spine of unyielding stone in Susan.
A soft listening silence in Edmund.
And in Peter a flash of fang, and reckless hope.
The Pevensies are not in Narnia.
So they took part of it with them.
Author: @mf-despair-queen
Characters: Thomas/Reader
Word Count: 20,245
Summary: Thomas scrambles to find a way to cure his girlfriend after she is infected with a deadly virus that is destined to drive her crazy, if not end her life.
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Protected Sex, Unprotected Sex, Oral (female receiving), Dirty Talk, Cowgirl, Secret Sex, Car Sex (kind of), Rough Wall Sex, Romantic Hugging Sex, Doggy, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Death, Blood, Fighting
Notes: I’m not sorry. Bye.
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I’m super depressed right now show me your favorite snail please
leptopoma perlucida- the lucid snail!
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Ok, I'm not okay. I just saw someone on TikTok saying that the worst thing is that we'll keep getting older, but the fictional characters we love won't grow, they will stay their age.
So I just realized that Edmund was 18-19 in the last book of the chronicles of Narnia and I'm 17 rn. I will be 18 next year and then 19 soon. Now I just wanna cry in my bed.
So you're telling me, they just left his body there? In the upside down forever? That no one cared or mourned but Dustin? That they let him be called a murderer and cult leader with no one fighting back against those allegations? That max can survive several broken bones and a whole standoff with vecna but Eddie dies in vain to fulfill some heroic redemption arc that wasn't necessary? He deserved better than that. Fuck you stranger Things and the way you introduce characters just to kill them off.
a black woman named zoe amira posted a video on youtube. this video is an hour long and filled with art and music from black creators. it has a ton of ads, and in result will rack up a ton of revenue. 100% of the ad revenue from the video will be dispersed between various blm organizations, including bail-out funds for protesters. it will be split between the following, dependent on necessity
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the korchhinski-parquet family gofundme
george floyd’s family gofundme
blacklivesmatter.com
reclaim the block
aclu
turn off your adblocker and put the video on repeat. do not skip ads. let it play on loop whether you’re listening or not. mute the tab if you need to focus elsewhere. but let. it. play.
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Me: Pshhh! I’m not part Slytherin, I’m a full on Ravenclaw. Pottermore rarely puts me in Slytherin.
Also Me: *Re-starts every card game on my phone if I don’t like my cards just so I can win.*
Me Again: *Trying to chase my life dreams at the young age of 15*
Me the Third: *Wants to move out of the house because my family is irritating and I want to leave the house and provide for myself and live by myself and avoid annoying people*
Me the Fourth: *Loves every Hufflepuff out there*
(No hate to slytherin though, I just have always thought of myself as a Ravenclaw)
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someone said renegade could be joe’s pov for taylor back in 2016 and this thing is blowing my mind up
Tumblr is my guilty pleasure if you know me on real life you don't. I am not her.
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