#rambled too much

[zsofieia]

my fave errorink trope is when they're perfect for each other but the universe does everything to keep them apart until they both give up on each other and resort to going back to being enemies 😄😄

they make a truce to never talk about their time together and to forget it all ever happened. but the thing is that all comes naturally for ink, so error is left with all the memories. and then the memories turn to grudges.

the next time they stumble upon each other on the battlefield, ink wonders why error seems much more furious than usual.

insp by @/loveuser1030 part 20th of "honest conversations" (tiktok)

and @/errinkgarbagedump error 2021 bday post (tumblr)

[pevensiegiigi]

I was researching some more things about Narnia to write something and i ran into some inconsistencies in the timeline and i know this is nothing new.

There are some things that raise questions about the Narnia timeline and even the ages of the characters, but that's not what i want to talk about.

The unicorn 'Jewel' in TLB tells us that Swanwhite was the last queen before the invasion of Jadis, however in the chronology of some sites it appears that in the year 1502 Swanwhite also reigned before the invasion of the Telmarines. To be honest, i don't know where that came from because i don't remember it being mentioned in any books.

Perhaps there were only two Swanwhites; The first was the ancestor of the Pevensies (Jadis does not count as queen of Narnia for me) and in the year 1502 the second Swanwhite reigned, who perhaps used her name because she liked it or for honor.

[blessedanddedicated]

Literally didn't even know there was a tag limit, learn something new everyday 😅🤦🏾‍♀️

[levixfairchild-blog]

Charlie didn’t know exactly where she was but had managed to find a balcony off one of the hallways. She needed air– it was too crowded inside and she’d probably had one drink too many already. She’d come to the party in hopes of letting loose a bit and of not thinking too much but it wasn’t easy. This marked the first year without her family and the thought was bitter in her heart and mind. Once she was outside, the werewolf gripped the marble barrier, crouched down as she pressed her forehead to the cold surface, exhaling. Maybe it was a bad idea or maybe– her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the balcony doors opening behind her again and she jumped slightly, straightening immediately as she turned around. “Sorry,” she apologized for her sudden movements, “caught me off guard.”