#I am fully terrified

[waugh-bao]

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[markvi-flamecane]

I think tumblr maybe had a favorite moment from this one.

[always-a-king-or-queen]

there are literally so many reasons why we don't need a third Narnia adaptation

first of all, while they might not be the most accurate, the Disney movies are actually so good and, in my opinion, still manage to capture the heart and soul of the series and what it's truly about. The characters are each perfectly portrayed; the Pevensies act like actual siblings and yet love each other dearly and would die for each other even through all the petty arguments; the music creates perfect atmosphere and emotion and never fails to make me tear up or get shivers down my spine; and the CGI is honestly just absolutely stunning.

I really do not feel like we need another adaptation by Netflix.

Especially not through Netflix.

Netflix has already been known to mess up so many shows and movies by completely changing the source material or adding in unnecessary things that completely take away from the purpose of the story. I can already see them warping Narnia into something that barely even resembles the books, that strips it of its purpose and simply makes it about a fantasy world, nothing more. I've already seen posts saying that the new movies just can't end the way the books end, that heaven must be explained away, that Susan never forgets and falls down a dark path, that the faith aspect must be taken out so as not to offend new viewers.

Here's the thing.

If you take faith out of Narnia, you remove the very heart of the series. you remove the entire purpose. Because Narnia is entirely about faith, and trust, and Someone greater than yourself who sacrifices everything to save your own traitorous soul. the Disney movies did not shy away from portraying this faith as openly as possible. if anyone was offended, I've never seen proof. I have seen many nonbelievers talk about how much they were affected by Aslan's death, which goes to show that you simply don't have to be Christian to understand what Narnia is about, and to love and enjoy it.

So if these new remakes remove the faith aspect, then what is the point? four siblings go to a magical land and save it from a witch and befriend a talking lion with nothing special about him and live there as kings and queens and return home and live happily ever after? there is no sacrifice, there is no "he's not tame, but he is good," there is no creation, there is no redemption, there is no last battle, there is no "in your world, I have another name", there is no sister straying down a dark path because she has forgotten how to hope, and then returning because her story is unfinished and the road to heaven is paved with flowers that symbolize her name.

so then, what are you left with? Aslan is just a talking lion, nothing more. the stone table never cracks, the sun never rises. "That by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there" is forgotten entirely, because why would Aslan exist in our world if he is merely a talking lion in Narnia? Aslan's country is changed to be something else, and there is nothing about how Aslan suddenly no longer looks like a lion, and how the things that happened after are more great and beautiful than can be described. Edmund's life is never threatened because of his traitorous deeds; Aslan never offers his own life in place of a guilty boy, is never killed, is never resurrected.

the very core of Narnia is removed, and what you are left with is emptiness.

sure, it might make for a good fantasy story nonetheless. you might still have sweeping views and epic music and an intriguing plotline, but something will always feel like it is missing. like there is an empty hole, desperately needing to be filled.

of course, I don't know that all of that will happen; it's just speculation at this point. But I am fairly sure that it is safe to predict these upcoming movies as such. I highly doubt the producers will want to include the faith that shapes Narnia, because according to them, having a faith aspect means less viewers since too many people would be offended.

but if only they would look at the already wonderful existing adaptations, they would know that is simply not the case.

[goldkirk]

going to the doctor today and I am going to be so brave about it. I wrote out my instructions for how to get there, how to get home, what key things to mention since the last visit, and how to reward myself afterwards, and I packed my bag with earplugs and my kindle and snacks and my notebook and I’m going to succeed

[bunnihearted]

being too weird and unlikable and off putting and always being shunned and turned into an outcast everywhere i go and not having felt the connection and healing friendship has on you for so many years has really done a number on me

[justarandomlambblog]

Nice and simple, nothing too terribly fancy

Anyway reincarnation au Lamb. It's been 2000 years since they defeated TOWW and became god of death, sheep have migrated from other continents so are rare but not unheard of (most people will have never met one and ya know, ya don't just assume any sheep you meet is the Lamb...) and society has popped off. Their territory extends across the entire Old Faith lands, with cities and villages/towns throughout the neutral grounds they started on, Darkwood, Anura, Anchordeep and Silk Cradle (a more modern-ish society now, but they don't have things like phones or televisions and they're still a heavily religious/cultish society). Notably, Sleeping Hollow/Narinder's old territory is not included in this and is in fact off limits to the Lamb's followers (does Lamb have unresolved issues from their time serving Narinder? maybe).

They like having a "casual" form that most people won't look twice at, with the crown disguised as a pet so no one sees a sheep with a crown and goes "oh, it's god!" Sometimes they just want to go shopping and interact with people without having the other person kneeling at their feet, ya know? Only they're pretty bad at pretending to be a regular follower and anyone who has actually met "the Blessed Lamb" or owns more than a handful of brain cells recognizes them immediately. Narinder is neither, bless his heart. (Shamura puts it together immediately, but then forgets to say anything...)

There are still heretics out there, and in the wilds of the realms outside of city and town limits there are pocket societies still clinging to the old ways, but there's so few of them that they're essentially not a threat to the Lamb. This will come back to bite them (and the Bishops) in the ass when these heretics start realizing their gods are back (albeit Different™ and in need of Changing™) <3

I really wanted to give the Lamb wings, so they get wings. Thank you-

[thesunoficarus1]

about to buy eddie begins on youtube because I don't have hulu anymore but I am Not normal and I'm going through 911 withdrawls

[puppetmaster13u]

Oh boi even more of One au in like 3 hours lol

I like to think that like how in @phoenixcatch7's Doll au there's gas versions of like cures and such in the batfam's gas masks since they don't need to breath when possessing the puppets right? I like to think there's an organic version of that with the meat puppet bodies, at least with Bruce, where the plates on his neck opens up into vents of sorts, pictured here with a few spikes removed for visibility reasons.

This gas could be some cures for like Joker venom & Fear gas and such, or it could also be sedatives, paralytics, could even vary between each member. (For example in the Cryptidverse Steph has Anesthetics on her claws, Jason has reflective powder that mimics embers/sparks, Cass has paralytics, etc). Honestly I am just brainstorming so this could definitely change lmao

I do like to think they start developing their own venom though, gotta' have those fangs & tusks for some reason lol

[eddiegettingshot]

Well. buck's biggest fear is eddie dying. literally he just lives with it. so that's so cool i think

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

examining your relationship with your art can be fun

but watch out

[thebisexualwreckoning]

Never in my life did I imagine I’d have to email my professor and tell him that I know I was supposed to write a paper on the fast fashion industry and its impact using Bangladesh as case study and I know it’s worth like half my grade but fortunately for them, they happened to overthrow their government and unfortunately for me, this means that all their government websites are down which is kind of putting a damper on research for the paper so could please get an extension

[bahoreal]

update on my job situation.. my clients got on a call with my boss and literally said "please make sure jay stays on the team" and then sent an email saying the same. ok so maybe im safe for a bit LOL

[tamagotchikgs]

i think for the first time ever in my life i have a Place where i belong, where im safe n maybe actually cared for & that should just make me happy (and it does, oh,h, sosos much) but also. scared. soso scared i am scared i am terrifed

[goldkirk]

I'm so proud of myself about finances in the past couple months. I still struggle with money but I did enough meditation and journaling and practicing about it to make myself able to actually face my loans and credit cards and savings and bills and start really truly organizing and addressing them for the first time in years instead of just flying by the seat of my pants.

Like. This is a huge deal for me. I've felt like I'm in deadly danger every time I've tried to think about money for years and years. I'm finally able to look it in the face and stare it down and start to organize and plan on purpose instead of just keeping up with the minimum to stay afloat. I'm so proud of myself.

It's still a refrain of "GUILT (funny link)" every time I think about money but I'm able to actually make spreadsheets and face the numbers and monthly tracking again, and even make a new full budget which I haven't been able to do in ages.

still feel guilt, overwhelm, and helplessness, but no longer feel as much deep elemental shame and terror. that's progress baby

[mossy-thing]

Have the one bit of a WIP i actually like. We can act like this is a oneshot, right?

Kidnap family, now with orcs! TW for offscreen violence, very brief mentions of blood and also Elrond and Elros being traumatized. Have fun.

Elros is scared, shutting his eyes tight as he clings to his brother, who is covering his ears against the clang of metal somewhere underneath them. The orcs came without warning, and Maedhros had somehow shoved both of the twins into a tree in one fluid movement before grabbing his sword and joining his brother.

Where he has touched Elrond, his skin burns.

He holds Elros as tightly as he can, wishing for someone, anyone else, to cover his ears as well.

A roar makes both of them flinch violently, but it is cut off abruptly by an impact and a horrible squelching sound. Something gasps blubbery, before fading away.

The Feanorians leave them alone for long enough that Elrond begins to wonder if perhaps they have forgotten about them. Or if they are – he dares not finish the thought.

He hugs his brother, until slow, heavy footsteps nearing make him open his eyes and stare through the leaves.

Maedhros. He seems exhausted, coming to a stop in front of their tree and staring at them with low sunken eyes.

"Get down here." His voice has momentarily lost its edge. Elrond can't help but notice how strangely old he looks, for an elf. He stares at him with wide eyes.

Maedhros raises his hand as if to offer it to them, but stops halfway through, grimacing in pain. There is something black smeared over his knuckles.

"I don't have time for this," he growls, sends them one last glare, turns and leaves. Elrond gapes after him.

He taps Elros' shoulder, and opens his mouth to say something. He closes it again. Opens it. No words come out, his voice is stuck deep in his throat.

Elros finally lifts his head to look at him with wide fearful eyes. He doesn't speak, either. Elrond wonders if he has the same issue. They hold each other tighter.

Suddenly, Maedhros appears again, supporting a stumbling Maglor with his right arm and gripping his sword with his hand. His brother does not look well. He is gripping his side. Blood spills past his fingers.

The sight of the two brothers makes Elrond simultaneously gasp in relief and in resignation. They could not have found their way out the forests without them regardless. If they want to escape, they will have to wait until they meet other elves again.

"Nelyo," Maglor groans as Maedhros carefully sets him down against the tree. "Nelyo, the children –"

"Above you." Maedhros sets down the bag they store their belongings in and grimaces. Turning to them, he says, "Will you come down now?"

Elrond doesn't say anything. Elros hides his face again.

The man stares at them for a long moment before sitting down and rummaging through the bag.

"Suppose we'll just stay here then," he grumbles. "Out in the open, more orcs around, just waiting for us to fall a–"

Maglor touches his arm and shakes his head mutely. Maedhros sighs.

"You're right," he says. "I am sorry."

Elrond watches as Maedhros slowly bandages a bad looking cut on Maglor's side. It seems difficult, with just the one hand, but Maedhros doesn't complain. Elrond can't help but wonder how he lost it. A battle, most likely, and he shudders at the mental image the thought gives him. Maedhros, soaked in blood all over, a terrifying beast who fights on even after his hand is sliced off by a nebulous monster.

He shakes his head. Looking down at Maedhros, bowed over his brother and grumbling softly whenever he gasps in pain, it is difficult to imagine him in that way. This elf does not seem like someone who would enjoy bloodshed. He seems… tired.

Night has fallen upon them when he finally gathers the courage to ask for help. He has been trying to find a safe path down the tree for at least an hour, but he can't. It's too smooth, too high up. They must be at least two meters above the ground.

He grips the acorn tightly and prays this won't anger Maedhros. He can't remember enough about the Valar to figure out which would be responsible for the case of someone throwing an acorn at their kidnapper, hoping to get their attention, so he prays to Yavanna instead. It seems fitting, he thinks. Given all the trees.

Maedhros is not asleep. He sits leaned against the tree trunk, an arm wrapped around his brother's shoulders, holding him tight. He flinches when the acorn hits his head but doesn't seem angry when he looks up.

Elrond's shoulders sag in relief. He taps the tree. Maedhros raises his brows. "Ready?" He asks, his voice softer than Elrond has heard before. Elros presses himself against his side and nods.

Maedhros lets go of his brother, who groans in his sleep, and stands up. He grimaces again, and Elrond wonders once more if he is hurt. He didn't see him bandage himself anywhere.

"Alright," he says, offering them his arms, though he doesn't lift them high, especially not the right one. Elrond hesitantly reaches for him, but the Feanorian shakes his head.

"Feet first. Hold onto the tree, I will help you down."

It takes the children a long time to get down, but Maedhros does not seem upset with them over it. In fact, he seems calmer than usual.

"There are better ways to get my attention than to throw acorns," he says, almost conversationally, and glances at them as he searches for their blanket. "You could talk, for example."

The twins stare at him mutely, and he sighs.

"Come on." He lifts his left arm. The right one is around Maglor's shoulders again, who leans against his side like he is trying to melt into him. "Time to sleep. It's been a long day."

They settle against him, hesitantly, and he covers them additionally to the thin blanket with a piece of his cloak as they huddle closer. Maedhros feels warmer than any other elf they have ever met, somehow, and he has not lit a fire.

It is quiet for a while, and Elrond has just started to nod off when Maedhros suddenly speaks again.

"You don't even have to say anything." It's little more than a whisper, like he doesn't really want them to hear. "You can shout or hum or whistle. Just give me a sign, show me that we didn't –" There is something unfamiliar in his voice. If Elrond didn't know any better, he would think the older one was scared.

But that does not make sense. Why should this strong ellon, who could push them into a tree without even having to think about it, and who Elrond knows has killed far more than the few orcs today, be scared of two silent children?

He breathes slowly, pretending to be asleep. Elros might be, he thinks. His twin has stopped shaking for the first time in hours.

"I am sorry," Maedhros whispers, and Elrond barely manages to stop himself from starting. "I am so sorry we did this to you."

He pulls them closer, and Elrond can't help but notice the tremble in his scarred hand as Maedhros runs his fingers through Elros' hair.

It seems like an old gesture, somehow. Like he has almost forgotten it, and now it feels strange and familiar all the same. A shudder goes through him as he plays with Elros' hair.

Elrond does not fall asleep for a long time.

[lorepossum]

Well… finally did it lads*

It being sent a ‘normy’ guy friend an asmr bf series because I mentioned a bit and he told me to send it to him.

Haha, I’m scared.