anotherlonelydancer

Edmund loves Edgar Allen Poe like a lot, after leaving Narnia the first time he was struggling a lot and was quite depressed (they all were) so for his birthday Susan got him a collection of Edgar Allen Poe stories, and that literally saved him

this is now canon simply because I love Edgar Allen Poe

computer show me more nickspeare fanfiction on ao3. computer do you hear me

bunch of yellowjackets shit on my feed and ive never even watched the show. why are my friends obsessed with canabalistic lesbians?

excuse me it is PEAK cinema

One time I regained sentience after anesthesia right in the middle of explaining how Tyrian purple was made to a very bemused nurse so I no longer fear revealing major secrets under anesthesia, I just assume I went Wikipedia mode.

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?

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?

Thank god they decided to make more

But In doing so…she created her biggest enemy…Jolene

im bad to argue with because i have jesters blood if you misintepret me i'll just go along with it. when i was a teenager i was trying to explain the concept of the heterosexual default to someone and they were like "so you think everyone should become bisexual?" and i was like. what the hell sure. lets have legally enforced bisexuality. i'll die on a hill for the bit dont fuck with me.

this requires 60+ hours of ari exposure to understand

I mean sure Turkish delight is good… but I wouldn’t trade my siblings for a piece

I would

some people hate it when authors aren’t specific or consistent with their worldbuilding. but I love it because it’s the best sand for the sandbox! playtime! let’s mix shit up!

new backrooms level idea: your local theatre's prop/costume storage