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our lady of sorrows
instagram keeps trying to show me the most heterosexual narnia content known to man. somebody free me...and peter pevensie
"can mutuals dm" "can mutuals ask for your discord" girl, mutuals have an implied invitation to my wedding
no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed
Petworth House, West Sussex
thinking about helen pevensie and the loaded gun she scruffs daily by the collars of shirts he has long since grown out of. thinking about the trigger under her fingertips that she can't even make out the shape of. thinking about the safety clicking and the careless pointing
thinking about the fights peter pevensie, once upon king and grown man, gets into with english schoolboys, who do as boys do. it is 1941 and the world is on fire.
do you ever think susan walking aslan to his death felt familiar to her? to the time she held her father’s hand, squeezing it, trying to give him strength at the train station? because she’d seen how sorrowful his eyes were? how scared? even as he stood as tall as a tree and looked so handsome. but she’s already guessed this was goodbye? do you ever think she grew to resent queens for the wars they started? the wars men fought in their names? do you ever think she resented herself when she had to bid her brothers farewell as they rode on in some campaign to defend their kingdom leaving her to keep narnia strong in their absence—should anything happen to them? when her brothers had to defend her honour when princes from other kingdoms tried to claim her for their own? do you ever think she resented aslan for being just like her father? for leaving her behind—to the world of the living—where difficult decisions had to be made? do you ever think she hated being the one that survived queen?
die die die
It's a pain in the ass, but it's my pain in the ass!
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im never serious but I always mean it
I just want everyone to eat well and get old
every single one of us should have the chance to get old and bald and wrinkly and fat. I mean that sincerely
does anyone like me and want to understand me
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Something something headcanon that Susan's horn is made from an antler shed by the White Stag because what else is a cry for help than a wish?
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