#inkings

Deliah: *trying to buy a Father's Day card at Hallmark* Deliah: Excuse me, do you have any that just say "You are my dad?" Associate: Well, I- Deliah: How about "You banged my mom?" Associate: No... Deliah: You know what, I'll just get a blank one. Deliah: *writes* You are a father. This is a day. Here is a card.

Deliah: You're alive. Reinhold: There's no need to sound so disappointed-

Caelus : Why do you not believe that gods are real? Reinhold: Never seen one. Caelus : Okay, I mean, there’s a lot of things that you can’t see that are real. Reinhold: What can’t I see? Caelus : You can’t see gravity. That’s real. Reinhold: Yeah, I can drop an apple. Caelus : Fuck.

Kristin: It’s funny how well you and Deliah get along. Didn’t she hate you at first? Caelus: Deliah hates everybody at first. It’s her way of reaching out to people.

Reinhold: How did none of you hear what I just said?! Samir: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours. Kristin: I got distracted halfway through. Ash: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

Caelus: What are you planning to do? Deliah: Hey, now. "Planning"?! Do you KNOW who you're talking to?!

Deliah: Why should I make my bed, when I'm just gonna unmake it to sleep in it anyways? Ash: Why should I feed you if your just gonna die anyways? Deliah: Deliah: I'll go make my bed-

Caelus : We need to distract these guys. Samir: Leave it to me. Samir: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss. Ash, Reinhold, & Kristin: *immediately begin arguing*

Well, hello there!

Ohhh, you know what would be cool? Kingdoms colliding. With AU Jumpers, the entire kingdom setup (I'm not giving spoilers (publicly) of who or what)

I mean- Both THSC based, reoccurring characters that look different from each other, and the amount of chaos of magic and a very weavery kingdom balance.

Torn between posting it here or posting it on main and reblogging it here. Alternatively rebranding an unused side-blog... we're bored and hyperfixated and we think you Stick Fans would enjoy Terrence "very chill god of death" Suave or Reinhold "is it gay to obsess over your co-ruler" Petrov.

We were no mutual admiration society: praise for good work was unstinted, but censure for bad work – or even not-so-good work – was often brutally frank.

- Warren Lewis, soldier, historian, brother of C.S. Lewis and member of the Inkings

The name “Inklings” was first applied to an Oxford undergraduate student group Lewis and Tolkien attended as university professors. After the student leader graduated and the group disbanded, Lewis picked up the name for his informal sessions with his friends that initially began in his college rooms at Magdalen. 

Tolkien, Dyson, and Warren Lewis were regulars to the meetings. Included in the group were Lewis’s personal physician Robert “Humphrey” Havard, Owen Barfield, Nevill Coghill, Charles Williams, Lord David Cecil, Adam Fox, and others.

Lewis dedicated The Allegory of Love to Barfield, a lawyer and writer, with the inscription, the “wisest and best of my unofficial teachers.” The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe is dedicated to Barfield’s daughter, Lucy.

The kinship Lewis felt with the Inklings, and Charles Williams especially, is evident in Lewis’s later writing on friendship in The Four Loves.

During the Inkling years, Lewis wrote his Space trilogy, beginning with Out of the Silent Planet, The Allegory of Love, The Screwtape Letters, A Preface to ‘Paradise Lost,’ The Abolition of Man, and The Great Divorce. Tolkien completed his stalled Lord of the Rings manuscripts because of the Inklings’ encouragement.

Many have noted the inspiration Lewis and Tolkien provided each other. A main character in Lewis’ Out of the Silent Planet is a linguistics professor, like Tolkien. The entrance to Tolkien’s Bag-End in The Hobbit is fashioned after Lewis’s home, The Kilns.

The Inklings were, first and foremost, friends.

While the evening sessions were reserved for reading manuscripts, the Inklings met for fun at The Eagle and Child pub, known affectionately around Oxford as The Bird and Baby. The pub’s small back room, cider, and colourful pub owner drew the group in once a week before lunch.