Edmund Pevensie.

"I know, it's confusing."

[ofwesternwood]

Edmund Pevensie, a summary:

10% of the time angry,

20% saving someone’s (Peter’s) arse,

20% fluent in sarcasm,

and 50% just confused by girls’ inexplicable actions.

[ofwesternwood]

reblogging this just to say that Edmund Pevensie is an INTJ

[quecksilvereyes]

Ok but I’ve been binge watching the Narnia movies again, after not having seen them for a long ass time, and now, being a little older and (hopefully) a little more mature than I was when I first saw them, I always feel physically sick when I see the Pevensies being children after The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe because they just aren’t anymore and I can’t even begin to imagine what it must be like, to grow up as kings and queens, respected and important, and full of duty, only to go back to being 8 years old (in Lucy’s case).

They didn’t remember England, or the wardrobe, or their old lives, they were Narnians and they were pushed back, not only into a world that was bound to make them miserable, but also into bodies that couldn’t reflect what they’d been through.

Just imagine Peter, waking up in the morning, not remembering that he isn’t the Magnificent anymore, imagine him subconsciously reaching for something to trim his beard, only to remember that it isn’t there anymore, to expect old battle wounds to hurt until he realises that they can’t because he doesn’t have them.

Or Edmund, who left England a stubborn selfish little boy who only wanted his mummy back, and came back the Just, the redeemed traitor, the diplomat, the man, having to resort to being ten years old and probably not even allowed to peek at a newspaper because he’s just a child after all. He plays chess, incredibly well, he doesn’t mock his siblings anymore and all the friends he knew when he was still a boy are either irritated at his behaviour or too childish, too selfish for somebody who knows very well just what selfishness can do, who has a part of the White Witch in him, always.

Susan forgets, we all know that. She must’ve lain awake at night, remembering just what it felt like to cover pain and viciousness and gore with a smile and a blush, remembering being the Gentle, but never in war. She must’ve cried for all the lost years, for all that she learnt and that she can never forget, for all that she has accomplished, that will bring her nothing in this world that doesn’t feel like hers. So she sits down in front of a mirror, talks herself out of believing, telling herself that it wasn’t real, that it was just a dream, that this Narnia her siblings talk about is nothing but a game. The truth is too terrifying, to devastating to face.

Lucy, little Lucy, who grew up under Mr Tumnus’ smiles and Aslan’s approving gaze, who was loved by all, who did learn how to rule, how to negotiate but who never forgot just what it means to be a queen of Narnia, this girl who matured into a woman, who had a woman’s mind and body and a queen’s grace, she who they called the Valiant, the lion’s daughter, she shrank into herself, into a child, younger than even her siblings. She remembers, clearest of them all, she is the only one who still knows Mr Tumnus’ face, still knows Aslan, but she is just a girl, a pretty little thing who will never be the queen she was, who will never be the woman she was because queenship forms a person in ways no schools can.

They must’ve been devastated when they tumbled to the floor, short and small, and there’s a war they have no control over and Lucy is small, Edmund is skinny, so skinny and Peter and Susan have lost their glow and they’ve changed, they’ve changed so much. (The first time, somebody calls them by just their names, they feel invalidated and small. And offended. They’re kings and queens, they’ve earned their titles and now they have to sit in a dim room filled with children and listen to teachers, have to allow themselves to be insignificant and nothing more than what they were when Lucy first stepped into Narnia - frightened children in the middle of a war they wish was never there in the first place)

[ohnarnians]

I’ve just read one of the very first (or maybe the first) script used for the movie The Lion The Wicth and the Wardrobe and there are so many goods stuff in there I need to share it with you:

Edmund rushing to hug his mum at the train station is the cutest thing ever.

Edmund making Lucy laugh and bringing her biscuits to cheer her up !

The Pevensies mother was supposed to be named Miriam (it later changed for Helen).

This is after Edmund came back from Narnia the first time. FORESHADOW !

Susan being funny and making Peter smile.

Peter and Susan being the Dad and Mum as usual.

Lil’ Edmund being concerned for his family.

Susan and Mrs. Beaver being BFF.

Father Christmas and Lucy talking about Edmund’s gift.

Susan trying Narnian clothes for the first time.

Edmund finally being done with Jadis.

The Pevensies sharing a fun moment with Aslan.

I think this is my favorite !!! 

The Pevensies being at Cair Pavarel (I so needed that scene).

Edmund and Lucy being adults and still making fun of Susan.

[aslansblessings-blog]

WHY WAS ANY OF THIS CHANGED. I WANT ALL OF IT. I WANT MORE.

[westernmarch]

I’m dying that they didn’t put any of this into the movie

[toast--with--honey]

I’m literally having too many feels reading all of these

[honorpevensies]

am i really going to reblog this every time i see it? Yes

[ohnarnians]

Edmund Pevensie + supporting/protecting his big brother.

[picaet]

[edmundpevxnsie]

@ofwesternwood I saw your edmoine post and this was right underneath it. I think Tumblr wants it to happen.

[ofwesternwood]

hoLYYYYY

I JUST SAW THIS

SHIT YES.

[ofwesternwood]

“warm sheets,

the smell of rain,

black coffee and books;

Edmund Pevensie was all of that.“

[aslansblessings-blog]

Headcanon: Edmund hated saying the words “good-bye.” He felt they were too final, and shouldn’t be used unless the departing was final. In the Last Battle, when they saw the train coming around the bend, Edmund turned to Peter, smiled, and whispered “Goodbye, Pete.” In that split moment before the train hit, Peter knew the coming end.

[ofwesternwood]

who :) gave :) you :) the :) right :)

[ofwesternwood]

Edmund Pevensie, a summary:

10% of the time angry,

20% saving someone’s (Peter’s) arse,

20% fluent in sarcasm,

and 50% just confused by girls’ inexplicable actions.

[ofwesternwood]

Edmund Pevensie | headcanon #1: Ed's torch

Since he's so awkward around girls, he's often picked on by Peter who tells him one morning at the train station, after Ed was yet again oblivious to a girl's clear flirting attempts:

"I can see it coming, Ed, one day you're going to marry your torch."

Of course, Confused!Edmund glares and Susan and Lucy burst into uncontrollable giggling.

From this day forth, his siblings referred to his torch as his "wife":

"Hey Ed, can I borrow your wife? The light in my room went out."

"Here, Ed, you can't leave the house without your wife!"

"Ed, I was wondering what to get you for Christmas. Is your wife still functioning or do you need a new one?"

[ofwesternwood]

valid reasons to ship Edmund x Hermione

- both incredibly smart.

- both torn between two worlds, I mean come on, how they would understand each other’s struggles man.

- both badass fighters

- both black sheep in some ways (Edmund’s past mistakes and Hermione being the muggleborn nerd)

- both precious cinnamon rolls who would do anything for their loved ones

- sass and sarcasm, need I say more

- fRECKLES

- B O O K S

- Hermione has a time turner so don’t lie and say they would never meet. don’t lie. don’t tell me they wouldn’t meet in the library on a rainy day in London. don’t tell me Hermione wouldn’t drop her books and Ed wouldn’t help her pick them up. don’t tell me she wouldn’t instantly fall for his dark eyes. don’t tell me he wouldn’t find the blush in her cheeks cute. don’t tell me their hands wouldn’t accidentally brush on the cover of an old book. don’t tell me they wouldn’t be so damn shy and awkward it’d take them weeks of stalking e/o in said library until Ed would finally finally muster up the courage to ask her out for coffee (after asking Pete for advise and getting picked on by all of his siblings).

don’t tell me they wouldn’t be made for e/o. don’t tell me Edmund wouldn’t be exactly what Hermione deserves. don’t tell me Hermione wouldn’t be exactly what Edmund deserves. and finally, don’t tell me Hermione Jean Pevensie doesn’t have a ring to it.

[ofwesternwood]

“I loved justice and I hated iniquity, therefore I die in exile." — gregorius vii (c. 1015—1085 ad)