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The Snow is Melting

A Narnia Holiday

The snow is melting as the sun’s rays bounce around the forest.

Creatures are waking and smiling and glancing excitedly at each other, but a quietness has filled the country. Even nature has stopped whispering, as if to listen and watch closely the next few minutes of the day.

The trees are blooming; bright and colourful flowers dance upon leaves and branches. Lush, green grass springs out of the glowing snow. Rivers start to flow, and the lakes peak out of the ice as if to say, ‘Good morning!’.

Birds are singing a song in harmony with the insects that buzz and chirp and squeak. A butterfly leaps from flower to flower, basking in the warm sunlight.

The sun is barely peaking over the horizon and the country is alive.

Cair Paravel sits proud upon its foundations, overlooking the beautiful country. The sun shines upon the exterior, light bouncing around and making the walls seem as if they were glowing themselves. While the palace is usually already loud with sounds as creatures and humans alike bounce from place to place, the grounds, this morning, are silent. Sunlight is breaking through windows and landing in brightly decorated rooms, but there is no one in the palace.

Centaurs and fauns and creatures alike part to allow a party of horses and humans to pass through the forest. There is a solemn feel about the march, heading towards a hill.

King Edmund leads them, atop his friend and most trusted advisor, Phillip. His face is hard, but his eyes are soft.

Behind him, riding side by side, are Queens Susan and Lucy, riding so closely together that they are holding hands.

And behind them sits High King Peter, watching the backs of his siblings as they ride through the beautiful country at dawn.

The sun is barely shining on the surface of the broken stone when they meet it, a line of creatures following the royal siblings and spreading out to witness the event, only seen once a year on this very day.

The kings and queens were alone the first year, by their request. The beavers, Mr Tumnus, Oreius and Phillip all offered to accompany them, but the young monarchs chose to walk at dawn by themselves. By the second year, they had allowed their friends to join them. Now, the sixth year since the Battle at Beruna, the whole of Narnia has joined them.

King Edmund dismounts, followed by his siblings. The air is still. He paces forward to the stone table and then, in one elegant move, he kneels.

On his right, Queens Susan and Lucy do the same, and on his left so does High King Peter. Behind them, the whole of Narnia, even the trees and mountains, kneel before the stone table.

The sun finally lifts it’s final rays upon the cold, grey table, and shines upon the royal siblings with warmth that floods them to their bones.

When the sun has risen higher, the silent spell that had settled over Narnia breaks, and the inhabitants cheer in joy. For the next few hours festivals and feasts are enjoyed by all, and the royal siblings lead barefoot dances on the now warm and still wet from snow grass.

Children re-enact the battle against the White Witch. The war had ended six years ago, and Narnia is celebrating.

But more importantly, Aslan had risen from the table alive.

And the snow melted under the golden rays of the rising sun.

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Forget John Mulaney; here are the Pevensie kids as Tim Hawkins quotes

Peter:

Susan:

Edmund:

Lucy:

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I can eat icecream for breakfast and absolutely no one will stop me.

Also, I can drive to a friend’s house at 10pm to have a sleepover!

Because everyone says that being an adult exclusively sucks,

Perks you’ve enjoyed of being an adult, go.

Mine is that I brought out my DS for the first time in several years last year and I can now lay in bed playing it at night and no one will tell me to stop 😎

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Edmund as one of my more infamous quotes

So, this morning, I was talking to my girls on discord and was saying of the name Greg; “I can’t believe there are actually people named Greg? Like that’s such a weird name, especially since it’s short for Gregory which sounds ultra made up”. Now, the main reason my brain supplied me for why I thought the name Greg was weird was; “I think it’s mainly weird because it has two G’s in it. Like what name has two G’s in it?”

…

My name is Georgia

My name has two G’s.

Anyway, now I can imagine Edmund saying that, but replace it with “Two D’s”

Or even Susan with her “Two S’s”

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Who wants some good, old-fashioned Edmund Pevensie emotions?

Here’s a quote from The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, from their conversation with Ramandu’s Daughter:

‘Edmund, who had been looking more and more uncomfortable for the last few minutes, now spoke. 

“Look here,” he said, “I hope I’m not a coward - about eating this food, I mean - and I’m sure I don’t mean to be rude. But we’ve had a lot of queer adventures on this voyage of ours and thinks aren’t always what they seem. When I look in your face I can’t help believing all you say: but then that’s just what might happen with a witch, too. How are we to know that you’re a friend?”‘

Do you see the clear parallels he draws there? It’s not about the adventures he’s had on this voyage. It’s about the White Witch. Here he is, about 12 years old, and having lived 17 years since then, but he meets this beautiful lady who offers them a meal, and he doesn’t trust her. He wants to. And he even tries to be polite when he questions her. But he can’t trust her, because it’s “just what might happen with a witch, too,” and he knows this from experience.

Edmund was haunted. Forgiven, sure, but terrified of making the same mistake again. Can you imagine those years in Narnia during the Golden Age? He would be so slow to trust. He’d been taken in before, and he was wary of being taken in again. And of course, it’s good to be cautious. I doubt Edmund the Just would fall for such a similar trick if anyone attempted it. But imagine how hard it was to get to know him,too. Not simply because he was “broken” or “ashamed” or something, but because he never knew who meant him well or who meant him harm. He’d believed the Witch when she said she’d take care of him. He wouldn’t believe it easily again.

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If you say Laura Barton was “reduced” to a mother after her past as a SHIELD agent I will personally fight you in a Denny’s parking lot. She chose to leave that life and raise her kids and after watching the nonstop pain and suffering the other characters go through can you really say she made the wrong choice??? A woman doesn’t have to kick and shoot people to be strong. Keep your misogyny away from Laura Barton.

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Which pevensie has gone the longest without showering and what were the circumstances?

Lucy. The answer is Lucy. Let me explain:

Lucy became queen of Narnia at age eight, and eight year olds are almost never really fastidious about cleanliness. Yes, even eight-year-old girls, especially those of Lucy's temperament. Trust me, I was one.

In the early days of the Pevensies's reign, she definitely went off Adventuring (tm) periodically. The first time she did this, she didn't bathe the whole time she was gone. Jury's still out on whether there really wasn't a good opportunity, or whether she just couldn't be bothered.

For what it's worth, Lucy claimed to have splashed around in a stream, but none of her siblings believed her.

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Having friends on tumblr is really great. I often refer to you guys in real life as “my friend from england/australia/california/new york” and it makes people think I’m very well traveled when really I’ve just spent a lot of time on the Internet.

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very narnian looking

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Since my edit of Edmund and Jadis using the first refrain of “Exeunt” by The Oh Hellos, I’ve realised how accurately the entire song fits Edmund’s character and now I want to do an edit using the entire song, but I fear it may be too long 😅

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“I was all alone, we were young, you were like wine, Heady as the fog rolling in o’er the hillside Lovely as the song in the air a the wind blows Opiate as the cold of the frost on the windows Lo, the rose is gone from eyes, so deceiving So, my little dove, I’m afraid, I am leaving.” - Exeunt, The Oh Hellos

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“Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back.”

“There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.”

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so I know the popular reading is that mr. lewis used susan as a misogynist straw woman against womanhood and that he didn’t like her when compared to lucy, but I’m reading the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe again and I want to say that, to me, he actually has a very humanizing fondness for her

when she first hears about aslan, she feels as if she smelled something delicious or heard beautiful music, and we all know how much jack loves food and music, the goodness of the senses. she gets understandably irritable (like mr. beaver) at mrs. beaver for slowing them down with food and supplies - she’s not a mothery figure, she’s a scared girl who doesn’t want to be captured. and (this is as far as I’ve gotten in my reread) when the children are walking to meet aslan, the narrative says that susan has a slight blister on her heel

she’s human! she’s a child! something about the blister on her heel has me inconsolable. c.s. lewis didn’t see susan as nothing but an evilly feminine foil to lucy; she’s her own character, she is the senses and the emotions, she gets blisters. she’s the most human of the pevensies.

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“Lewis and Tolkien can’t write women” step outside and fight me right now

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"Don't you forget about me when I'm in a new city and I'm miles from home. Because home is where I've made my bed and home is where I lay my head, next to your heartbeat as we said goodbye, and I never promised you I wouldn't cry."

- Me, lol 

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"As this world becomes increasingly ugly, callous and materialistic, it needs to be reminded that the old fairy stories are rooted in truth, that imagination is of value, that happy endings do, in fact, occur, and that the blue spring mist that makes an ugly street look beautiful is just as real a thing as the street itself."

- Elizabeth Goudge