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[the-red-dagger]

“Life feels beautiful that day.

The four of us Liars, we have always been.

We always will be.

No matter what happens as we go to college, grow old, build lives for ourselves; no matter if Gat and I are together or not. No matter where we go, we will always be able to line up on the roof of Cuddledown and gaze at the sea.

This island is ours. Here, in some way, we are young forever.”

-We Were Liars, E. Lockhart (2014)

[blvnk-art]

Evans’ brain: arms, arms, arms, arms

[biderboy]

ron showed his love differently than most people

he wasn’t good with words and he sometimes had a hard time showing affection

but he loved, god did he love

he grew up with 6 siblings, each their own person, he had to learn to love differently

bill loved in an old way, he wrote them letters and gave them old books. he sat down and did their hair, helped with homework. he taught him to ride a broom and how to treat people with respect. he constantly checked up on his siblings and made sure they were okay.

charlie loved loudly. he sent postcards and magical trinkets. he came barreling into the burrow and scooped them into his arms. he ruffled their hair and shouted how proud he was of them. he left traces of magic and love everywhere he stepped. he was their biggest fan.

percy loved quietly. he stood back and observed, made sure everyting was okay. kept them out of trouble, followed the rules so he could make their punishments less severe. cleaned up after them, ordered food for the younger ones, taught himself how to be responsible so he could be there for them.

the twins loved playfully. the played pranks and made fun. they stole their books and hid their wands. they ridiculed their taste in fashion and hexed their favorite toys into dancing. the laughed loudly at all jokes, the paid close attention to whoever was speaking. they tuned in to their likes and dislikes and made sure nobody disrespected them.

ginny loved protectively. she hugged and held. she stood infront of and yelled. she learned to be mean so that nobody would try to hurt them. she supported and encouraged anything and everything. she knew how to push limits and take a step back. she made sure they were all comfortable.

and ron? well ron just loved.

he was always a bit insecure. thinking maybe h wasn’t doing it right. everyone made it seem so easy, and ron didn’t want to mess up.

but ron loved, so hard.

ron picked up a pair of earrings he thought bill would like and left him in his older brothers room

ron took the time to learn all about the different types of dragons and how to care for them so he could keep a conversation with charlie about something that made his brothers eyes light up

ron tried to stay out of trouble since he knew percy was always there to get him out of it, but it put more stress on his brother

ron gladly let the twins play new pranks on him and mess up his clothes and hex his hair blue because they laughs it got out of everyone, especially the two who tended to go off on their own, it made them feel closer

ron played quidditch at ungodly hours with ginny because he knew how much the sport meant to her, and that was worth getting only 2 hours of sleep and having bruises for the next week

ron stood by his brothers side when he came out as bisexual, smiling gand hugging him, saying he was so proud

ron stayed up late with the twins, letting them share out their fears and insecurities, calming them with words of “youre still my brothers, that’s enough”

ron cried when charlie decided to leave home but helped his brother pack and let him excitedly talk about how happy he was going to be, and just smiled and sid “you better write”

ron understood why percy chose the ministry and was not mad nor angry, he knew his brother was just trying to save them, to fight for what he believed would help them all get out, he stood up for him and said he was brave

he cheered for ginny when she admitted to being in love with his best friend, he was not jealous or upset, he pulled them both into a hug and smiled because “you deserve love”

ron left their favorite candy on the kitchen table

ron purposely let them pick their favorite movies

ron went out of his way to find books and plants and trinkets of all sorts that he thought they would enjoy

ron saw stars and art and heard music and seen sunrises and thought of them

ron made hot chocolate, each sibling liking their different, every christmas morning

ron hated cleaning but would organize the mess incase one of his siblings got frustrated from it

ron liked looking at the snow rather than playing in it but never once failed to join his family outside

ron wrote letters to his brothers when they were away and attached small drawings and enchantments that reminded him of them

ron got overwhelmed easily and hated noise and movement but he still would prefer to be in his brothers company tha anyone else’s

ron was terrible at cooking but helped ginny bake for harry’s birthday and even took the blame when things turned out horrid

ron wasn’t sure if he was loving correctly, he didn’t hug or shout, he didn’t comfort that well and he was bad at a lot of things

but ron loved. and that, wether he knew it or not, was the best thing he could do.

[freyaedits]

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[tonysopranobignaturals-deactiva]

my brain hearing a song from 1970: song.

my brain hearing a song from 2012: holy fuck this is an old song. it’s such an old song. I am listening to an old song. it has been many years

[crazyforgreekmythology]

"honestly… tbh,. to be honest, to be totally honest… to tbh be honest..."

—Hermes

[headspace-hotel]

Tropes that get me every damn time, in no particular order and with no particular rhyme or reason

a group of morally grey criminals/thugs/assassins has a Mom Friend in the group 

Incredibly broken character trying to love, knowing they don’t know how to accept or show affection and trying anyway 

Gentle and Good™ character who would Never Hurt a Fly goes into absolute beast mode after their family or someone they care about is hurt or threatened 

Group of characters who hate each other’s guts forced to team up 

Literally any book-within-a-book device is used: excerpts or even mentions of a made-up in-universe book within the book. Bonus points if it’s some kind of Fantasy Textbook being included purely for infodump purposes. 

Independent, self-serving character ends up forced to be a hero and do good. Bonus points if this happens multiple times and independent self-serving character is just resigned to it at this point. 

On that note: universe/world has to rely on a bunch of criminals with 0 moral fibre that were more or less dragged out of a dumpster to save everyone 

any scene wherein the strong and stoic™ is getting patched up post-battle by their love interest for whom they have not yet admitted their feelings, probably shirtless and definitely wincing in a brave manner as bandages are applied 

Smol and Cute character turns out to be full of terrifying darkness 

Character finds terrifying monsters cute and/or endearing. 

Character doesn’t understand sarcasm or figurative language. Literally. Any. Use. Of. This. Trope. 

Character’s somewhat embarrassing or weird backstory comes out only when it is ABSOLUTELY necessary. Example: In the seventh book of a series, the characters must go undercover at a Zyrg’hnrrian ball and the Strong Stoic Axe Warrior Guy, who we have known for all seven books so far, must grudgingly admit that he knows how to dance a Zyrg’hnrrian Waltz. 

on that note: characters must disguise as something and go undercover but their already super shoddy cover starts falling apart, resulting in your entire body cringing at the page. bonus points if their disguises start LITERALLY falling apart 

on THAT note: only reason characters are able to infiltrate something is that the guards are bored and not paying attention 

Characters who are a couple team up in battle and start absolutely kicking ass 

Criminal mastermind getting himself involved in multiple recursive layers of double-crossing that all fall apart at the worst possible time. 

A character who has spent the whole book acting like he doesn’t care suddenly throws himself into harm’s way for another character and comes out of it battered and half dead 

Literally any scene where a badass character comes out of something that should have killed them covered in blood and wounds and with fire in their eyes. 

Any scene where a character puts on a brave face for something that no person should be able to bear or endure, on behalf of someone they love. 

Literally any story where MC goes to school to learn the art of murder/to be an assassin/to be a villain/the ways of evil and darkness in any sense  

S N A R K 

Over the top plots where shit is just hitting the fan and the characters themselves are somewhat aware of how crazy it all is and are just like “this might as well happen” 

A Good, rule-following character forced to collaborate with morally-grey trash can. 

character bonds with an animal that annoys them at first but by the end they are willing to lay down their life for the varmint. Bonus points if they rush back into danger cursing about how annoying and ungrateful their animal companion is while actively risking their life on its behalf. 

Bar fights. hhhhhhhh

Character who has never really received affection and love receives loving physical touch and has no idea how to respond or process what’s going on inside them other than oh god don’t stop 

On that note: hideous, monstrous-looking creature/character is shown gentleness/affection for the first time. 

Any scene where a monologuing villain gets slammed with a comeback that makes him realize all of a sudden what the heroes’ plan is all along and that he’s lost 

villains have great fashion sense 

on that note: sexy villains hhhghghhhh. Yes you can write a callout post. 

[tryingtogetaway]

bitter longing for the relationship you never got to have

greta gerwig’s “lady bird” // phoebe bridgers’ “motion sickness” // the simpsons s6e13 // liv ullmann’s “changing” // mitski’s “class of 2013” from @mitskiarthistory // eavan boland’s “the necessity for irony” // felix van groeningen’s “beautiful boy” // poem by @griefmother on instagram // richard siken’s “seaside improvisation”

[relatablegenzwriter]

cliché romantic tropes i refuse to stop writing

pretending they hate each other to cover up feelings for one another

thinking they hate each other but they actually have feelings for one another

being super tough and cool but stuttering and blushing around each other

introducing their love interest to someone else but not knowing their status so they just call them “my [their name]”

pretending to date to prank their friends and then actually dating

anything that goes from best friends to lovers

total gender role reversal in het relationships

accidental “i love you”s

dating in secret because they don’t want to admit their friends were right about them liking each other

a friend group being like “lmao what if they dated” and them ending up together

you know what just anything involving mutual friends being obnoxious about it

not realizing feelings for someone until they’re hurt/dying bc angst

everyone thinking they’re dating but they have no clue

c o n s t a n t  b i c k e r i n g

each thinking the other is out of their league

“if neither of us are married in 15 years we’ll just marry each other”

[inkchantress]

tropes i will never get tired of

fake dating

omniscient narrator who immediately contradicts the characters (“This is fine,” she said. It was, in no way, shape, or form, fine.)

deadpan jokes while swordfighting

the “I FUCKING LOVE MY WIFE” guy

oblivious pining that slowly escalates until A is going on page rants about how pretty B’s eyes are but still doesn’t seem to recognize they’re in love

Strong Leader Type having to physically fall down in order for the other characters to see how exhausted they are

funny villains who talk and make jokes with their heroes while they’re fighting them

the villains presented as the protagonists

*increasingly pulls out bigger and bigger weapons from more unlikely places*

“I said all of your weapons” *pulls out more*

“ALL OF THEM” *pulls out one last tiny dagger*

traumatized character using humor to cover up ptsd

characters going out for a break at a restaurant/movie/whatever and something bad happening

using the “*gasp* what’s that over there???” trick to avert the enemy’s attention and it working

a villain’s weakness being something totally random and nonsensical

a hero duo arguing over who’s the sidekick while fighting a villain

“don’t be silly, we don’t need [important thing]”  “you lost it, didn’t you?”  “yeah”

“what’s the one thing I told you not to do tonight?”  “raise the dead”   “and what did you do?”  “raised the dead”

“I think that went pretty well” *explosion in the distance*

[breakbleheavens]

SOUR PROM Olivia Rodrigo | June 29, 2021

[cvneyislandd]

!! new concept !! joshua bassett as fiyero tigelaar on wicked broadway

[nothinggold13]

The Pevensies will protect their people. They will always fight for those they love. They are more loyal than they are brave; their titles are sometimes false.

In Narnia, it’s easy. 

Someone is scared, weak, hurt, and cornered, and the Kings and Queens step in. They step between the victim and their attacker; their oppressor; whatever the case may be.

Peter stands tall. His hand rests on his sword hilt, but he has no intentions of drawing it unless absolutely necessary. He lifts his head high, and speaks in his best High King voice. If threats are made, they are heavily veiled. Peter hopes to disarm; defuse; bring peace. But he will not leave his place until the danger is gone, even if that means he must fight, and he will never show his fear when there is someone who needs him. 

Susan steps in quickly, and speaks sharply. Her hands shake, but her voice doesn’t. She doesn’t carry a weapon, but the way her eyes glint would make you believe she does. Her threats are not violent, but they’re willful. Nothing more will happen to whoever cowers behind her, even if that means she’s standing in the way of danger herself. Her courage is temporary. She gets no high from it, and deflates the moment the danger has passed. But for the moment she feels bigger than she is, and it’s enough to keep her standing.

Edmund pushes his way through, his sword out, making it into a barrier no one would want to cross. He doesn’t just want to defuse the situation; he wants to end it entirely. “Never agains” and other ultimatums cross his lips, and his eyes are dark, and his feet are planted solidly. He has been small, he has been weak, and he has been broken, but no more; no more; no more. Not as long as he lives. Brokenness can be fixed. Weakness can become strength. And until it does, he will be a sword for those who need it. Sharp teeth. Sharp tongue. Sharp blade.

And Lucy stands straight, shoulders back, stance firm, and she glares up and up and up — a height difference never bothers her. She’s getting taller, but she’s still smaller than most of her opponents, and that’s fine. She’s used to it. She knows her advantages; she knows her skills. So she stands stubbornly in front of the person who needs her, and Aslan help anyone who dares to laugh at her and her threats. Lucy draws her dagger, resists the urge to stomp her foot, and repeats her warnings. Not here, she thinks. Not anymore. Lucy is a queen, and she is a fighter, and she will stand no matter what is before her. All that matters is what’s behind.

But England is not Narnia. Children are not kings; not queens. 

The Pevensies, however, still are. 

Peter still notices those who are pushed around; he notices those who duck their heads and live in fear. Peter is terrified, sometimes. Peter doesn’t acknowledge it. He has no sword, but he once wore a crown, and that crown came with a duty. Protect your people. If England was his world now, then its people were his own, and he would - always, always - protect them. So he steps between again. He has no sword this time, and he’s not a king this time. Kings are respected, but, as he discovers, boys are not. Being a hero gets you hit. Kicked. Sometimes spit on. But behind Peter is someone who needs him to stand there anyways, and that’s enough every time.

Susan trembles more than she used to. Sometimes she doesn’t remember being a queen at all; she doesn’t remember how it felt to have a world in her arms. But boys can be rude, and girls can be cruel, and sometimes she sees someone who knows this even better than she does. And when someone ends up with their back against the wall, Susan doesn’t know how to take it. She lets herself believe she’s taller than she is, and wears heels that make her feel like a tower, and she wears lipstick red as blood, and she feels like a sort of warrior, and she feels familiar, and she enters the battle before her. Her hands tremble again, but her words are steady, and maybe, just maybe, she has more power than she thinks she does. Maybe, just maybe, she’s brave again.

Edmund has no sword, but he has fists, and he doesn’t have the time to stop and think. If he rushes in fast enough, pushes hard enough, sometimes he gets lucky and no one feels like fighting back. Sometimes he goes home covered in bruises. Still, Edmund raises his voice. He shouts, stomps, kicks, shoves. Because sometimes all it takes is one word, and bullies turn out to be cowards. But even when it doesn’t, there’s always someone there who needs someone to fight for them. Edmund had been fought for. Edmund had been saved. And he isn’t scared of blood, because sometimes blood is the only way to do it.

Lucy doesn’t hesitate. She lacks authority, and worse than that, she lacks a dagger, but she’s determined. This world needs her. All she needs is a prayer and a little bit of courage. And when her friends are cornered; when something is wrong, it doesn’t matter that she has no dagger to fight with, because she is - always is, always will be - a lioness, and she speaks with such power she’s nearly unrecognizable. 

Peter never feels magnificent, holding his bloody nose. Susan forgets gentleness, and chooses to be venomous instead. Edmund is rash rather than just. And Lucy never feels valiant; she sometimes thinks she’s less brave and more stupid. 

Their titles are sometimes false.

But they always bear the ones that matter.

[thewoodlandqueen]

Ok but like imagine the Pevensie’s when they first get back from Narnia…

They all can’t stop bowing when they meet someone new

It’s habit

Peter goes to sign his name on something for school

Instead he starts writing out his full title and has to stop himself short

Lucy suddenly speaks like a very formal adult woman in a child’s body

“Mrs. Mcready would you be so kind as to pass me the salt?”

Why is Edmund so into horses???

No one can figure it out

And Susan wants to take up archery??

What is it with these kids

Then the Professor will ask them a super random question

“Tell me again where the Beavers lived?”

And Mrs. Mcready thinks that he’s finally lost it and the kids are just playing along

Edmund and Peter don’t fight anymore

In fact Edmund is more pleasant than he’s ever been before

All the kids get frustrated when they’re treated like a child 

Because they weren’t anymore

Lucy gets frustrated that her strength is gone and she’s short again

Susan buries herself in books 

They all just miss it so much

It was hard to go back where they left off

[quecksilvereyes]

- You can’t do this forever, my king. Your knees will give out, or maybe your arms will. Or perhaps you’ll look above yourself and notice the sky cracking from where you’re holding it. - What would you have me do? Stop? - A break, perhaps. For just a moment, just a breath. - Convince me. - How? - Lie to me.

[athoughtfox]

mrs pevensie on her children, autumn 1940

For if you leave a child unwatched and unguarded, the fair folk will come and snatch them away to dance forever in their rings, and in your cradle they will leave one of their own. (extended version can now be read here on AO3)

She counts four children tumbling off the train, showing more skin at the wrists and knees and ankles than when she’d sent them off. She opens her arms to their laughter, their greetings, the lovely shock of them.

Outside the train station, under a bruised sky, the greasy light of London seems shy of touching them. They have their own colours, like they’ve stepped from a painting of some sunnier life. She blinks these away, thinking, silly woman.

They don’t go.

All that week, she launders school uniforms, searches out pens and books, packs cases. The children move around the house like projections: perfect, moving, talking copies of themselves. She watches them, trying to feel for the thing she is missing, like the last step in the dark.

Peter, tall and solemn as a prince, into whose eyes she must now look up. Sometimes – just sometimes – she finds she has to draw together her courage before she can. His gaze makes her think of stained-glass windows, mountain tops, things she can never quite see behind, sharp and beautiful and so very far away.

She cannot now imagine touching him as his brother and sisters do, easy and entitled, their small sticky children’s fingers always in his sleeve. And Susan with her dreamy sadness, glass-eyed and rose-cheeked as a fever, is gorgeous and untouchable as a film star. And the two of them look at each other over their brother and sister’s heads the way they always have, but she can no longer hear any of what passes between them.

Not only her eldest children, either. Now there’s a thread running tight between all four of them that she cannot pick up, that she cannot even find the end of to try.

Lucy, her glance as sweet, as fleeting and unreadable as a bird’s, slipping from her fingers to talk to a flower, to dip one foot in a stream. Edmund stepping from one shadow to another until he finds Peter’s, or Susan’s, or Lucy’s, and settles there close and watchful. Gone is his wounded sneer, his spite-sharp hungering, replaced with something still and deep she has no name for in a boy not quite ten. He’s the one with her eyes, and then he isn’t, and he flinches when she reaches for him with cold hands.

When she asks certain questions, they close around one another like the ranks of an army. At night they shut the door and the whispers rise, certain and soft as does the tide. She moves through the house unbearably conscious of them, the murmurs and the footsteps, their figures bright and distant as stars. And when she enters the room, they are already looking for her, smiling, putting themselves on like coats.

She thinks of writing to her husband, but what is there to say, really? The children are taller. They have strange eyes.

 -

other shorts in this series:

A SAVAGE PLACE -  in which the Pevensies are good but not safe PYRE - in which Caspian meets the four under the auspices of the wine god RIPTIDES - in which Eustace sees clearly

(requested by @veoia, thanks!)

[kinda-bookish131223]

The Pevensies and their crowns

Peter: never really got used to actually wearing a crown. would forget it from time to time. it would often be brought to him after the chamber maid had gone in to tidy his room. when he would run his fingers through his hair, which was often, he would knock it or nearly knock it off his head. it constantly had to be fixed/polished after falling in the mud/on the stone floor/under his horses hoofs due to some kind of crazy antic.

Susan: only wore it when needed. she enjoyed wearing it, but never wanted to be treated differently. she treated her crown and the position it gave her with great respect. she donned it for political matters and the like. afterwards, she would request it be cleaned and placed back in her chambers until next time. 

Edmund: never seen without it unless he was in his chambers. felt both the great honor and great burden. Narnia may have forgiven his treason, but he never forgot. he would always try to be worthy of what his crown represented. he was always careful about it. he was grouchy if he ever forgot it and once, peter hid it as practical joke. edmund was so annoying, peter gave up quickly and vowed to never let his brother be without his crown. it just didn’t feel right without it on his head.

Lucy: always had her crown with her, but it wasn’t always on her head. she enjoyed wearing her crown, but she also enjoyed other kinds of crowns. you could often see her with flower crowns given to her by Narnians. or with intricate braid crowns woven with great care. sometimes she would find a way to style all three together. it could be a bit ridiculous, but she loved to show off the skills of her friends.

After Narnia:

Peter: never actually got used to not wearing a crown. it really made him confused. he would go to run his fingers through his hair, pause thinking he had his crown on, then remember he was in England. this internal conflict happened often. lucy thought he looked silly with his hand half raised in the air with a puzzled look, but when she asked and he replied ‘i just miss it is all’ with a sad look, she no longer found it funny. she started playing with his hair so he would have some familiar weight

Susan: every time she had an important event, she always wondered why she felt a little off until she noticed she would make some kind of intricate hairstyle that rested just slightly on top of her head. like peter, it saddened her when she realized what was wrong, but she would just straighten her shoulders, make her hair as queen-like as she could, and remember how it felt to wear her crown and rule her people.

Edmund: he had the worst time transitioning out of the four. he felt off balance and was very grouchy because of it. he was always trying on hats trying to find as many as he could that would match the weight of his crown. all of his siblings began to show their affection by rubbing his head in some way to appease him. 

Lucy: while she was sad to not have her beautiful crown anymore, she was so used to wearing other crowns that she just improvised. she rarely wore her hair down, it was always pulled back in some kind of braid or style that would pull just enough to mimic her crown. she was always making flower crowns like her dear Narnian friends used to make for each of her siblings. when each of their specific leaf kinds were available, her simple flower crowns would become much more detailed. her siblings always wore her crowns and they agreed amongst themselves that her crowns made them feel much better than their real crowns.