effy!!

| 23 | 🇻🇪 | they/them | made of stardust and monster energy | devoted to the whimsical | narnia | dan and phil | mcr | peter pan (2003)

[mortalsnfools]

our lady of sorrows

[always-a-monarch]

It seems to take an age to pry the answer from his unwilling lips. "We're leaving." "I don't understand." Peter doesn't either, really. (Except he does - he remembers tripping over the entrance to a wardrobe, the sharp, fresh pain of skinned knees and the immediate realisation of where he was that had hurt far more. It might be more accurate to say he knows. He had never understood it then, doesn't now, thinks he never might. Perhaps it's easier that way, to not think about the why of it so deeply. He's not sure he'd ever find an answer if he tried.) "We're leaving," he chokes out again. "The four of us." And now the worst part: "Su and I... we won't be back." "What?" It's a breath, hardly louder than a heartbeat. His brows knit together. "Then, I will come with you," he declares. Peter finally looks at him and he is vehement and blazing and beautiful and Peter can only swallow around the lump in his throat, shake his head. "You know you can't do that," he smiles sadly. "I'm King," he returns. "Exactly," Peter says softly. For a few long moments they simply stand there in the silence and still and the morning sunlight. Caspian's face is utterly shattered, and the shards of it cut Peter's heart to shreds.

Snippet from my beloved Peter bigfic I hit the ground hard. I'm... fine. About them.

[ajn-illustrated]

Oh kings and queens of the golden age of Narnia, we're really in it now

[maja-paja]

[maliciouslittlewhiteboy]

support womens wrongs!!!!

[phanibleinfluence]

My daily routine

Log into tumblr.com

see mutuals on dash

think „you’re so cool we should be friends“

not do anything whatsoever about it

rinse and repeat

[fer3112]

[zannolin]

waiting on the end of the world

“Last time we left, we were gone for a thousand years,” Susan tells him. Her voice is strangely tilted as she says it, as though it’s terribly heavy and she can only manage to keep it up by one end. “Have you got any idea how long that is? There weren’t even tombs for our friends left, Caspian. Not even tombs.” “I’m sorry.” For the first time since they left Narnia, Susan Pevensie turns and meets his gaze, and he knows it was the wrong thing to say. “Sometimes,” she says, almost apologetically, “I hate you.” Caspian laughs. It’s a sound that hurts to make. “Sometimes, I hate myself too.”

(or, things never happen the same way twice.)

[badymaru]

laser focused - London, UK July 10th, 2026

[fairycosmos]

a slaughterhouse. an outlet mall. slot machines. fear of god. you know the usual

[driftwuud]

Leaving the house is really cool because everything is very expensive and everyone’s very unpleasant to be around.

[probuccalfat]

there’s no permanent self and that’s pretty cool

[desolationlesbian]

I don't want to buy mass-produced garbage from a big box store so I go to etsy but half of etsy is now dropshipped mass-produced garbage or AI slop so I go to the local arts and crafts street market but a ton of those booths are also selling the same generic plastic objects or identical stickers or 3D printed dragons so WHERE do I buy real trinkets and art from sincere freaks

[the-halfling-prince]

Great shot honestly. The younger three siblings like "Yay we're all back together again. This is good breakfast this is way better than war rations." The evil and intimidating horse Peter is off to the side like "I'm going to fucking die."

[theinfiknight]

Love when you try to take a screenshot but fuck up the timing of the volume down lock button combo and are left sitting there with slightly softer music and a black screen and you just have to sit there looking at your reflection on the locked phone and contemplate your failure for a bit

[cherubg1rl]

“People you may know” and it’s the devil from the Bible

[hibi-flower]

sources: unknown // unknown // maplepecanpastry on tumblr // ashmanathletics on tiktok // i saw the tv glow (2024) // pray for me by kendrick lamar // unknown // what are you waiting for? by derald cannon jr. // unknown // unknown // drunk drivers/killer whales by car seat headrest // polekingrasputin on instagram

on waiting / on saving yourself