#my wardrobe meta

[youchangedmedean]

Dean’s Outfit in The Winchesters Trailer

Here I am, back on my obsession with Dean’s clothing and able to put it to good use.

We see Dean in the trailer not looking exactly like we know him. However, we know his outfit.

He is wearing his black denim jacket, light denim shirt and mid blue jeans. I am guessing this is heaven by the license plate but it is not his heaven outfit from 15x20. Dean has had the jacket since s11 and wore it in s15 for 

15x04 Atomic Monsters 

15x08 Our Father Who Aren’t in Heaven 

15x09 The Trap

The shirt was new for s15 and worn in :

15x04 Atomic Monsters 

15x08 Our Father Who Aren’t in Heaven 

15x09 The Trap 

15x14 The Last Holiday

15x15 Gimme Shelter 

15x20 Carry On

While they were both in Atomic Monsters (directed by Jackles himself) they were not worn together. They were worn together in 15x08 and 15x09. Yes, this outfit travels to both hell and purgatory.

And Jensen finds it so significant that he decided Dean would wear it the first time we see him in The Winchesters. I also want to note that it was worn in 15x04 to kill a vampire. And Dean died on a Vampire Hunt. In this case the parents were getting him human blood. They said Sam and Dean couldn’t understand because they are not parents. “We just wanted him to have a normal life”. Can’t help but think this could take on new meaning with the prequel.

It was also interspersed with Chuck and Becky with this memorable scene

BECKY: Okay. If I had to give one note… the jeopardy, Chuck. It’s feeling a little… thin? Low stakes? It’s fun to hear the boys’ voices, but a story is only as good as its villain, and these villains are just not feeling very… dangerous? Not to mention, there’s no classic rock. No one even mentions Cas. The climax is a little stale. Boys tied up again while we get the villain’s monologue, which, frankly, isn’t one of your best. A little originality wouldn’t… hurt.

I don’t think I need to remind everyone about all the Atomic Monsters theories. “It’s awful! Horrible. It’s hopeless.” They’re not dead. They’re just away”.

The shirt I believe to be the one Dean died in. He changed into it and his death jacket for his final hunt. 

I think I might have an idea now for something I had no clue about before. I noted before on my post about Dean’s Cursed Heaven Outfit that on the video Jensen posted as he was dressing up as Dean for the last time “at least for now” he was not wearing the jacket Dean wore in Heaven. He was wearing Dean’s black denim jacket, not the heaven one.

These are NOT the same jackets. The sleeves sit different, pockets are different shapes, there is not the same seams on the heaven one etc.

I could never figure out why Jensen would be dressing as Dean in a near identical outfit that we never see. Now I wonder if Dean coded Jensen managed to film something way back in September 2020 for the prequel? The scenes filmed on that final day were the roadhouse, driving and the bridge. I think it might be possible he switched jackets at some point. And maybe this was when Jensen stole it from set! Seeing this trailer I am more convinced than ever that the prequel is somehow going to lead to a continuation.

#this obsession wont die #but glad its useful #long post #my meta #my wardrobe meta #deans outfits #deans clothing #dean #dean winchester #spn prequel #the winchesters #the winchesters meta #spn #deans black denim jacket #deans heaven jacket #deans light blue denim shirt #15x04 #15x20 #spn finale #chuck won #15x20 was chuck confirmed #directed by king heller ackles himself #jensen let me study you #spnwin #spnwin meta #spnwin spec #spn reboot

[fallingskiesandrisingseas]

Susan Pevensie comes back from Narnia and tries to forget, not because she doesn't believe in Narnia anymore, but because it hurts too much thinking about what she lost.

In Narnia, she was revered, respected. People wrote songs about her, asked for her hand in marriage. She was with her siblings, and she was free, and she could finally stop worrying about her brothers dying in an air raid. She had a people she protected, a land she ruled, and family to look after. She was respected in courts and battefields alike.

Narnia brought other problems, of course. Not all her suitors were kind about her rejection, and Peter and Edmund were expected to lead armies, which meant they were always in the line of fire. More than once had they come home with grave injuries that took months to recover from, even with Lucy's secret potion.

It is this Narnia Susan vividly remembers just aftee she comes back, a wild and savage land where magic roams free, but evil roams free too. It is the Narnia of eternal winter, of giants and ogres, of Aslan dying on the Stone Table. The Narnia of Telmarines, of dead friends, of failed sieges.

England forces her back into obedience, into a mold. Tells her to behave in a way expected of a young lady. Lucy can stay wild a little longer, but Susan has an education to focus on, men to impress. England tells her she is below her brothers again, should get married and have kids.

So Susan tries to forget, convincing herself that the stiff upper lip, tight collars, kneelong skirts, ridicule from adults when she speaks her mind and forced silence is better than the freedom she had in Narnia.

For that freedom had to be paid for in blood. At least in England her family and friends don't risk dying, not after the war.

She alienates from her brothers and sister further. She tells them Narnia was a game, a fantasy. But the difference in faith is also due tk the way she has to hide how it changed her. Peter, Lucy and Edmund do not have to. The boys write long essays about justice and religion, join the fencing team. Lucy dances everywhere she goes and is known to never wear shoes if she can help it.

But the archery club at school will not accept Susan. Neither will the debate team. Her teachers are annoyed with the fact she never slips up, disgruntled at the fact a woman runs rings around them intelectually. Susan is a young woman after a time of war, and all of society would rather she shut up and do what she is told.

Soon, Susan has new friends, new things that matter. All these adult thoughts she can only discuss with her brothers and sister drive her crazy, and there is no one around that takes them seriously. And so she tries to grow up as fast as possible, get to an age where people listen to her again. She forgets so that she doesn't have to deal with the feeling she was meant for much more, to ease the mourning of all that she lost when she kissed Caspian goodbye.

All the Pevensies start forgetting Narnia slowly, the memories fading. Soon none of them remember the names of their generals at Beruna. They forget the smell of battle, the weight of an iron sword in their hands. But they all still walk as if their crowns are on their heads, and ride horses in a way none of their instructors understand. It takes a while before they are back to their Narnian levels, but it is clear to them someone has instructed them before. None of them can figure out what commands they use, however. Is it western style, perhaps? Or maybe rodeo? They cannot have been taught in England, not with the amount of control they can exert with and without saddles, the sense of balance. Some of their teachers are astonished by their academic growth, but others attribute it to the lax education standards after the war. Susan is sold short most often, but all the Pevensie children suffer from arguments with teachers and attitude problems. Teachers generally don't like it if you behave like you are older or more important than them. It's worse because they are almost never wrong, even though all of them feel the effects that having a teenage brain has on their speed of thought and the coherence of their arguments.

The Pevensies deal with these remnants of Narnia in different ways. Susan becomes an actress. She picks West End over Oxford because the stage is a place she is allowed to be free. And since Narnia, dry textbooks don't thrill her like they used to, while the fantasy concepts of spirits and courts and magic and other things thespians work with entince her all the more. Inside her is a longing to become someone else. She knows where it comes from, but she doesn't want to acknowledge it.

Susan plays a queen often, or a diplomat, or a model. Something about her performances have audiences hooked, convinced she was royalty in a different life.

Remembering Narnia hurts. She scolds someone for being reckless with the stage props while teaching them the correct way for a full minute before realizing the person in question is older than her, and doesn't listen to a young woman. He has the same name as her younger brother.

So Susan forgets. But as she carves her way into the elite of old Hollywood, years later, she begins to remember as well. What it's like to have a voice. How it feels like to have people listen.

When Lucy, Edmund and Peter die in the train accident, Susan weeps for days. She knows what she has lost in them. She is now the only person fluent in their interpersonal language, the only one that still remembers the mating call of the centaurs, what jokes a forest spirit makes. She is now truly alone in the world.

Narnia comes rushing back to her during this grieving period. Eventually, she remembers that she used to have a voice, a crown, lovers of whatever gender she wanted. And also how Narnia would have you pay for freedom in blood. They gave up on that freedom to protect her siblings. only to lose them anyways. Suddenly, Susan remembers how Narnia was fair, how a bargain struck was a bargain kept. She remembers the nymphs, the trees in spring. She remembers the beauty of it all.

Later, when Susan is a grown woman and an arrived actor in Hollywood, Aslan begins returning to her dreams. He never speaks to her, but the sight of him gives her strenght. She was once Susan the Gentle, who accompanied Aslan to his death. It is time she returns to being that person.

After the Stonewall riots and during the AIDS epidemic, Susan is the only actress willing to make a public stand. It costs her 2 box office hits and a 3 month ban from the tabloids. But she remembers justice, and the price of freedom. Others start looking to her for wisdom, just like they did all those years ago. Susan feels her quiet strenght returning, her faith slowly coming back.

She stops wishing she could forget Narnia. The magic that was responsible for the memory faded with time. Maybe it was just to protect her from mourning a world where she was so much more.

When Susan looks at the boys coming back from wars in Korea and Vietnam, she recognizes the look in their eyes. Reflected in their behaviour is a maturity that shouldn't be present in teenagers. The loss of innocence, the unrepairable damage to their childhood illusions. It is a look she spent her twenties avoiding mirrors for, because she knew what it meant. No matter what she told herself then, she believed in Narnia. She still does now.

She knows her siblings are in a different place now, and that she revoked her faith in that place, but slowly, as the years grey her hair and wrinkle her face, she begins to believe she may one day join them there. She remembers Aslan as a kind lion, even if he wasn't a tame one.

She grew old in Narnia once, after all. She hopes to die there.

Once a queen of Narnia, always a queen of Narnia

#my most famous post on here is about the Pevensies coming back to England #here are some more thoughts about it. #narnia meta #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #narnia #peter pevensie #lucy pevensie #susan pevensie #susan pevensie meta #idk this concept of forgetting the other world seems fucked up #prince caspian #character analysis #fanfic #edmund pevensie #susan pevensie fanfic #the problem of susan

[lierrelikes]

Recent old school pieces I got in the mail ! I'm so happy with my growing lolita wardrobe, and I'm so happy I finally decided to invest in lolita. I am living the dream middle school me could only fantasize about 🎉

Left : Lace up velveteen JSK by Metamorphose ( 2003 )

Right : Sapphire Yale JSK by Baby, the stars shine bright ( 2005 )

#have got some work to do on these babies #baby jsk is quite faded #the lace on the meta dress has yellowed also #gonna attempt brightening it #egl #old school lolita #egl community #metamorphose temps de fille #baby the stars shine bright #lolita fashion #my wardrobe

[stagefoureddiediaz]

This picture of Eddie and Tommy makes me laugh every time I see it

The costumes are giving me stage 2 Eddie meets stage 5 Eddie 😂😂😂

#I’ll talk about it more in my meta but Tommys outfit here is very fight club Eddie #it amuses me that they did this #I love the wardrobe department #911 spoilers #911 abc #eddie diaz #Tommy kinard

[siriusblack-the-third]

Matching Misfortunes: Peter Pevensie

I binged read and watched the Narnia books and films, and idk what possessed me but I wrote. so. Let's go. Please check out the other parts for the other siblings!

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Peter’s skin itches.

He heaves even breaths through his nose as he leans back to avoid the sloppy punch Easton throws at him, and stops himself from going for the throat for the third time in half as many seconds.

This is the fourth fight he has gotten himself dragged into since term began on Monday. It is Wednesday today, and Peter’s blood pounds in his ears, through his limbs and his flexing fingers as he holds back; doesn’t hit hard, doesn’t go for the liver or the heart or the head, does not give into the bloodlust that whispers siren songs of battle and blood-covered blades in his ears. He stops himself, clenching his fists and dodging the abysmal hits from the three boys that surround him, and refuses to lift a hand against these insolent children.

He is a King.

He is a boy stuck in a schoolyard brawl he did not start.

Peter’s skin itches.

He wants to claw it off— he imagines that this is what snakes must feel when their body gets much too big for their scales, and they have to go through the painful process of shedding their outer layer and come out stronger and larger. He suppresses a grim twist of his lips as he kicks out— harmlessly, wrestling against the lust that sings a song of death in his ears— at that idiot Michael’s knee to send him sprawling to the ground with a yelp, and thinks that what he went through was rather the opposite, really. He grew up, and then was forced into a body too unfamiliar, too awkward, too inexperienced. Too young.

He was a King.

He is a boy stuck in a body too unscarred to be a King’s.

Kenneth lunges forward to try and grab him around the waist. Peter easily steps out of the way, the part of him that is a seasoned warrior clawing to the forefront of his mind simply to scoff at the graceless flailing of limbs that these children call fighting. Lucy could do better.

Lucy did do better, twelve years ago. Or maybe it was five years ago.

The timelines blur together, in his mind; he can no longer tell whether he is in England or Narnia. He is wearing his school uniform and he is wearing his royal garments, he is walking the halls of Westbrook County Boarding School and he is walking the halls of Cair Paravel. He holds the blunted school practice broadsword in his hand and he holds the razor-sharp Rhindon in his calloused hands, he is a boy and he is a King.

“Fight back,” Easton snarls, dark brown hair falling out of its previously carefully styled place, and Peter thinks of how he has seen scarier Mice dig their teeth into the throats of Minotaurs and suck them dry of blood. He blinks, and the image of him sinking his own teeth into Easton’s throat flashes across his mind’s eye. He blinks again, and he’s back on this makeshift battleground where the mice are gone and his sword is gone and he is in clothes too uncomfortable and the skin is stretched taut over a body that is not really his—

“Fight back, Pevensie, you coward!”

High King Peter the Magnificent of Narnia, Commander of the Armies, Emperor of the Lone Islands, the Lionheart Warrior King, Protector of the People, wants to grab him by the throat and shatter his jaw into a thousand pieces for that grave insult upon his character. Instead, he laughs in his face and sticks out his tongue, like a small child.

He is nineteen, and he is thirty-three. He is not a child, in either world.

Sometimes, he wishes he was. Sometimes, he wishes he was thirteen and in his mother’s home, he wishes he had never left for Professor Diggory’s mansion.

Most times, however, he wishes for something he has almost given up hope for, something he was forced to give up five and a half years ago. He wishes, oh so dearly, for a faithful sword made of mithril in his hand and a heavy crown woven out of golden flowers on his head. He wishes for one last chance to step out of this world that was once his but no longer is, and into a world where he was once High King Peter the Magnificent, Commander of the Armies, Emperor of the Lone Islands, the Lionheart Warrior King, First of the Beloved Four, Protector of the Narnian People.

Easton yells as he lumbers forward, and Peter, too embroiled in old memories of running his fingers through the unicorn Ethrys’ snow-white mane while galloping through grassy fields, does not see the punch coming until it is too late. The loud smack of knuckles against flesh echoes through the school courtyard, and the impact of the heavy fist on his cheek is like an electric shock to his senses.

For a second, he blinks dazedly. And then his brain registers it properly. The pain flares, and with it so does blinding hot bloodlust.

‘Fine,’ he thinks as he lifts a hand to wrap his fingers around Easton’s forearm in a death grip, a high-pitched whistle echoing in his ears and red creeping into the edges of his vision as it zeroes in on the many weaknesses in the three boys’ defenses. ‘You want a fight? You’ll get one.’

It takes him four seconds to get the three imbeciles on their backs, one howling in pain from a dislocated shoulder, the other because of a broken nose and the third from a bruised kidney. His fingers flex around the hilt of a sword that he no longer owns, and he reminds himself that he is not allowed to kill, not in this world where he is not a King and does not lead wars.

He stares down at Easton, the image of a blood covered sword and a slain warrior at his feet flashing behind his eyelids when he blinks. He opens his eyes and the boy stares back, hand clutching his shoulder and face becoming paler and paler the longer Peter holds his terrified brown gaze.

“Don’t bother me again,” he says flatly to the three of them, and turns away, ignoring the teachers that are hurrying across the lawn with yells of his name tumbling from their lips. He lifts his gaze and locks it with Edmund’s for a second, brilliant blue meeting identical brilliant blue, before both of them turn away. One royal brother melts into the crowd of students without a whisper, and the other stalks off towards the dorms with blood on his ever-bruised knuckles and memories of a different world singing through the veins of a body that is too young for the mind it contains.

He is a King, celebrated and honoured for his services to a hallowed land.

He is a mere boy sitting on the roof of the boarding school, fingers flexing around the hilt of a sword that no longer belongs to him, nothing more than a memory he cannot let go of: a memory he refuses to let go of even after five and a half years.

#peter pevensie #the chronicles of narnia #lww #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #the pevensies #pevensie siblings #narnia #amrut writes #narnia meta #my first time writing for this fandom so uh. lmk what you think! #matching misfortunes #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #susan pevensie

[thirddoctor]

The thing with the Master is that they are constantly performing in some way, playing a part, putting on a facade. I think a lot of misinterpretations of the character come from simply taking them at face value. Not everything they do is actually representative of who they are, but the reason they're doing it can tell you a lot about them.

#I got to thinking about this when I did that Delgado smoking gifset #like. I'd always kinda assumed Delgado enjoyed cigars. that seems pretty obvious right? #but if that's the case how come he only ever smokes when he's on Earth playing some sort of part? #now of course he does do it in scenes where he's alone so it's clearly not JUST part of his disguise #but is it the smoking he enjoys or is it the persona and the aesthetic he's constructed for himself of which smoking is just one part? #I think he just likes playing at being different people - and he likes controlling how he's perceived #so he's constantly performing and using the characters he plays to indulge himself in ways he wouldn't necessarily otherwise #he's just having a laugh basically #Ranger yells about the Master #Ranger shut up about Doctor Who #Master meta #Big Finish isn't ready for my thoughts on how this ties in to the Master's wardrobe #because uhhh constantly sticking him into a suit even when he's nowhere near Earth doesn't work actually #and Missy writers aren't ready for how this applies to the way they write her entire character

[dribs-and-drabbles]

In case anyone in inclined to help, or likes a treasure hunt, I'm looking for where this shirt was worn before: "Today is...totally not my day"

And just as an aside...Talay/Sea's shirt below looks like it could have been (or could be) something that Top would wear... I don't think he has yet, but I'm leaving it here in case he does...(or Boeing for that matter). Maybe it's just because Force and Sea have shared three different shirts now (here and here)...

#only friends #only friends the series #ofts #the thai communal wardrobe #thai bl #you're all out there writing indepth meta about the psychological motivations of the characters #and I'm just here like 'oooo I recognise that shirt!!' 😂 #it's my way of processing I guess

[rubywolf0201]

Why I think calling Amy Rose a stalker is not just wrong but also distasteful

- Amy never has any malicious intent when she interacted with Sonic

- Amy is 12 years old and just wanted a chance to spend time with Sonic, like any other friend would. She ain’t some lustful creepy fangirl.

- Sonic is a nomad, meaning he would hop from one home to another. (Closest to a “home” would be at Tails’ workshop)

- Related to the above, running is the main theme for the Sonic franchise. So for the supporting cast to interact and spend time with Sonic, they have to give chase to Sonic all the while learning and understand what freedom is and why Sonic is the way he is.

- Stalkers are known to hide in the shadows like a creep and knows exactly their victim’s locations are. The times Amy meets Sonic is whenever she senses his prescene or just happens to meet him by coincidence.

- Whenever Amy cheerfully meets Sonic, it’s always portrayed in a childish but endearing way. Sonic may have been nervous at Amy’s prescene before but he has grown to be comfortable around her overtime. If she really is a creepy stalker, then Sonic would’ve run away and put a restraining order from her.

- Stalkers are known to also send gifts to ther victims all the while they’re doxxing them. Amy is never seen doing any of those things and whenever she wants to give Sonic a gift, it’s always in a friends kind of way.

- Amy never really describe her affection or friendship with Sonic in a creepy manner.

- Amy never really threatened Sonic’s life or attempted to murder him. And the few times she did go after Sonic with her hammer or namecalled him, it’s because he is disrespecting Amy.

- Amy truly cares for Sonic as a friend and she, Tails and everyone Sonic is close with won’t hesitate to rescue and help Sonic the moment he is in danger.

#rubi’s post #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #meta #straight up facts #amy rose deserves better #as in better treatment from the sonic fandom in general #tw stalking #I’m sorry if it’s sensitive but it has to be said #stop using a serious and traumatizing term to describe your dislike of amy #I understand not everyone likes amy #but geez try to understand what a stalker or psychopath means #may or may not be influenced by watching lacey’s flash game at 2 in the morning #and being creeped out by lacey’s wardrobe #but yeah this has to be said cuz my girl amy is not and never was a stalker

[nothinggold13]

In my mind, there is a key similarity between Peter and Caspian’s humility, and what that means for them as Kings, though that humility is shown with a very specific difference: Caspian is asked whether he feels sufficient to become king, but Peter is told that he will be.

Here’s Caspian’s exchange with Aslan:

“‘Welcome, Prince,’ said Aslan. ‘Do you feel yourself sufficient to take up the Kingship of Narnia?’

‘I-- I don’t think I do, Sir,’ said Caspian. ‘I’m only a kid.’

‘Good,’ said Aslan. ‘If you had felt yourself sufficient, it would have been proof that you were not.’“

Now, as Caspian says, he is only a kid. The book describes him as being about Peter’s age (14), while the timeline says he is 13, which tells us that he is, at most, Peter’s own age, and at least, the age Peter was at his own coronation. (Though the book description doesn’t disallow for him being 13, I am personally partial to taking it more literally, and thus view Caspian as being 14 in PC. The timeline is a mess, anyway, so I give myself some freedom. This is inconsequential to the greater point, but is just a general explanation of why I treat his age as open here, even though there’s a “canon” answer.)

So, when Aslan crowns Caspian, he first asks him if he feels sufficient, and then applauds Caspian for his humility. The humility in question is that Caspian doesn’t believe he is sufficient: i.e. enough. That’s the big thing Aslan requires of the people he makes stewards of Narnia: not that they themselves are enough, but that they rely on Him; Aslan is the High King above all High Kings, and when he appoints a King over Narnia, he is choosing not just a leader for His people, but someone who will follow.

Now, how does this apply to Peter?

Here’s Peter’s own conversation with Aslan:

“When the girls had gone Aslan laid his paw -- and though it was velveted it was very heavy -- on Peter’s shoulder and said, ‘Come, Son of Adam, and I will show you the far-off sight of the castle where you are to be King.’

And Peter with his sword still drawn in his hand went with the Lion to the eastern edge of the hilltop. [...]

‘That, O Man,’ said Aslan, ‘is Cair Paravel of the four thrones, in one of which you must sit as King. I show it to you because you are the first-born and you will be High King over all the rest.’

And once more Peter said nothing, for at that moment a strange noise woke the silence suddenly.”

Peter is silent through this entire exchange, though, specifically, the second time we’re told it’s because they are interrupted by Susan’s horn. During this conversation, the only insight into Peter’s thoughts is focused on his view of the castle: “[...] but to Peter it looked like a great star resting on the seashore.” We’re given no reaction for what Peter actually thinks of Aslan telling him he is to be High King... however, we are told how he feels in the moments immediately following:

“For a moment Peter did not understand. Then, when he saw all the other creatures race forward and heard Aslan say with a wave of his paw, ‘Back! Let the Prince win his spurs,’ he did understand, and set off running as hard as he could to the pavilion. [...]

[...] Peter did not feel very brave; indeed, he felt he was going to be sick. But that made no difference to what he had to do.”

So, although the narrator doesn’t tell us what Peter thinks about becoming High King, we are told exactly what he thinks and feels about the first act he is called to do under that role: he doesn’t feel ready. Firstly, it doesn’t occur to him that it is his duty to act until Aslan waves everybody else back, though when he understands, he runs without further hesitation. Secondly, Peter has no confidence in his own actions when he goes to fight the wolf; he’s terrified, even though he doesn’t stop running. But that’s the thing about Peter: he may not feel ready, but he will always do his duty.

Compare this to the movie scene, where Peter is given a chance to respond to Aslan’s statement:

Aslan: That is Cair Paravel, the castle of the four thrones, in one of which you will sit, Peter, as High King. You doubt the prophecy? Peter: No. That’s just it... Aslan, I’m not who you all think I am. Aslan: [...] Peter, there is a Deep Magic more powerful than any of us that rules over all of Narnia. It defines right from wrong, and governs all our destinies: yours and mine. Peter: But I couldn’t even protect my own family!

In the movie, Peter is allowed to express those thoughts that remain internalized in the book: he doesn’t feel ready, and that scares him. Yet, when asked if he doubts the prophecy, Peter says “No,” and then when Susan’s horn sounds, Peter runs off immediately, willing to do what needs to be done. Although the scenes switch Peter’s moments of inaction and action, (holding his silence, but failing to act autonomously in the book, but speaking his fears and running in without hesitation in the movie,) both scenes tell us the same thing about Peter’s character: it doesn’t matter that he doesn’t feel like he is enough, because he will do what is needed, regardless.

Back to Caspian for a moment. While he may not have saved the Narnians from the Telmarines himself, at the time that Aslan asks him whether he feels sufficient, he has already been leading them for several days at least -- perhaps weeks -- even in battle. Caspian has acted as King before. And yet, when the question comes, he still feels he is only a kid: there is no way that he alone is enough. (But he is not alone; Aslan rules before him and beside him, so long as Cas will follow him.)

Peter, meanwhile, has never been King. He has led his family, yes, and done what needed to be done, but he hasn’t acted as King in the way Caspian had by the same point in his story: the moment Aslan tells him he will be King. Peter’s a kid. Peter’s scared. Peter doesn’t understand all that this means for him.

And in the book, Peter says nothing.

After all, Aslan didn’t ask him. He told him.

But if Aslan had asked him, I feel Peter’s response would have been very much the same: Aslan asks, “Do you feel yourself sufficient?” and Peter says, “I don’t think I do. I’m only a kid.” But there is one thing I would add to Peter’s response, only because it is the thing he shows us again and again by his actions: “But I will do it because you ask it of me.”

Peter doesn’t take the role of High King without question because he believes himself to be sufficient; if Peter believed his own power was enough, he would never be King of Narnia at all. But the reason Peter doesn’t question in the book is the same reason he starts running the second he hears his sister’s horn in the movie: he will always do his duty. His silent acceptance could never be, “Yes, of course, I understand completely.” It’s him holding in his doubts, his fears, his uncertainties. It’s the way he says, “If you say so, then I will do it, although I cannot understand.”

Peter is duty-bound. Always. It is that quality which, in the movie, took him from “Look after the others,” to, “You will be High King.” And though in the movie they let him question that which scares him, it never takes away from his willingness to do what needs to be done. I don’t think it’s paradoxical for Peter to show us both: he has always been a man of thought as much as a man of action; hesitant but willful; wavering but faithful; humble and noble, in all he does.

When Caspian is asked whether he feels sufficient, it is not exactly the same as being offered a choice; it’s not as if he says, “I don’t feel ready,” and Aslan says, “Then I won’t ask this of you.” The question is Aslan asking: he is simply asking after Caspian’s heart to rule, not his willingness to.

For Peter, this is already decided. There’s no question. But it’s alright, because he doesn’t need the question. For all his fears, he is still willing. For his own uncertainties, his heart is already growing in Kingship.

They’re different boys, in different circumstances. Both are Kings. Both are only kids. And even though one is asked while the other is told, they are both willing, and it is that obedience which makes them the Kings they are.

#narnia #the chronicles of narnia #peter pevensie #prince caspian #king caspian #caspian x #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #narnia analysis #narnia meta #is this mostly Peter analysis? yes #but I think Caspian creates a necessary lens #basically this is my way of crying once again #about how much I adore hesitant!Peter #him not running into his first battle immediately. #him not wanting to choose the way in PC. #it's why I wrote 'a reflection of closed doors' #and why I made him hesitate before shutting the stable door #because he will ALWAYS do what he is asked to #but sometimes it takes him a moment to understand #gah i love him!! #anyway. enjoy.

[originaljediinjeans]

you can’t spell ‘wardrobe’ without ‘war’

Even after Lucy goes through the wardrobe, even after all four of the children have entered Narnia and are in the midst of talking beasts and tree-people and dwarves, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe is still a wartime novel and the 2005 film adaptation is still a 1940s period drama and war story set during World War II. But unlike other war stories it is a message of hope about surviving and ultimately coming out on the other side of wartime. C.S. Lewis first wrote the book during the late 1940s and it was published in 1950 when the war was still fresh on everyone’s minds, particularly in the United Kingdom. The people of Britain’s urban areas were painfully familiar with the circumstances which led to the Pevensie siblings being sent to Professor Kirke’s country home, because  children were shipped out of the cities of Britain by the thousands to protect them from the dangers of constant aerial bombardment from the German Luftwaffe. 

I have been watching documentaries about World War II recently and one thing that I have noticed was that the middle of the Blitz truly was Britain’s Darkest Hour, there was no guarantee that the armed forces of the UK would hold out against the Nazis. Until Hitler decided to turn his full attention to the Soviet Union there was a very real threat that the Germans would cross the channel and invade, conquer, and straight-up flatten the British Isles the way they had the rest of Europe. 

So we have a story about four children being sent into the country during the Blitz, and they escape to an enchanted land through a wardrobe. But the other side of the wardrobe is no paradise, in fact it is under the rule of a personification of Satan a wicked Witch who has the land trapped in eternal winter. At least in the 2005 film, the odds are stacked against the rebellion against the White Witch since the Witch commands armies of thousands, and she has a well-fortified castle, a blood claim on Edmund for his betrayal, and magic powers that can even control the forces of nature unless Aslan is there to resist her. There is no certainty that Lucy, Edmund, Peter, and Susan will succeed in saving Narnia, much less survive a war against the White Witch. And the four children are supposed to fulfil a prophecy about restoring peace to Narnia and rule as its monarchs in place of the Witch. If they fail, the White Witch gets to persecute and oppress the Narnians forever. No pressure. 

There’s this great line in the movie where Susan says “Mum sent us away to keep us away from one war”, right after she and her siblings are asked to fight another one for Narnia. They’re not getting a break. 

In spite of being mere children, however, the Pevensies and the Narnians overthrow the Witch and defeat her forces. Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy spend another fifteen years of Narnian time in the wardrobe ruling over a prosperous kingdom of their own. You can think of it as a fantasy retelling of the Allies invading Europe and throwing down the Nazi regimes. Except in Narnia, however, this victory comes about without the moral corruption or compromises that war in the real world entails. Instead of the real-world tensions of the Cold War muddying the Allied victory, there is a message in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe that during wartime human goodness and decency can prevail, hope, wonder and childlike faith can survive, and that, after an age of darkness and fear, evil can be vanquished and society can be rebuilt better than ever. 

This being a children’s book published in 1950, many of the younger readers who come across the novel in years to come will have been born after the war. These are events they have only heard about from parents and older siblings. To his older readers who lived through the Blitz and the other privations of the war Lewis is saying, “Look, we did it! And we CAN survive another age of uncertainty if we stick to our values.”

In The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, of course, the four young heroes triumph with and because their cause to liberate Narnia from the Witch is the cause of Aslan. Everything ultimately depended on Aslan.

C.S. Lewis writing the story after the war implies that The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe is re-telling the true story of how Britain as a nation survived its trial by fire. The message: we survived because we stood up to the evil powers of this world and took them out. Surviving the Blitz (not surrendering in spite of a heinous military bombardment and a high risk of land invasion) in itself was an act of resistance. “Keep Calm and Carry On” indeed. Invading Europe was an objection to the totalitarian ideology of Hitler and an affirmation that people should have the right to choose what to believe and how to live. We won because we are morally in the right and because God--Jesus, Aslan, call Him what you will--was on our side. 

Hitler and the Nazis had rejected Christianity and replaced it in Germany with the cult of the State and the Fuher. Nazi Germany’s ally Japan was still largely rooted in its traditional Shinto religion (pagan) and had also been overrun by a toxic nationalist cult. The Allies’ victory over the Axis was the triumph of a Western Civilization still rooted in Judeo-Christian values. The rivalry with the Soviet Union during the Cold War would also be seen by many as a clash between Christianity/Christian values with the cult of Socialist doctrine and the Soviet state.

You can loosely interpret the following six books of the Chronicles of Narnia as C.S. Lewis teaching his young readers that not only did they need Jesus in their personal lives, but that larger society needed to stay rooted in Christianity/Christian values in order to survive and we are witnessing the consequences of what happens when a society decides that the basic truths of not just religion but moral Truth don’t matter anymore. With Christ, all things are possible. Having an active hope in Christ and His teachings is what enables the individual to conquer the wicked tyrants of sin. Most importantly, because of Jesus Christ we can have hope even in the midst of the worst chaos and destruction both literal and figurative. We can conquer personal fear and find personal peace. Because of Christ we have the ultimate victory. (I haven’t read Lewis’ nonfiction works on Christianity so I don’t know if that is his actual belief, so those last few statement are from my own personal experience. If you are a Lewis scholar who knows more on the subject hmu.)

Who wants me to apply for grad school and make this my thesis? 

#narnia #my meta #Christianity #Jesus Christ #Aslan #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #the pevensies #narnia meta #C.S. Lewis #Faith and Religion #World War II

[found--family]

wait a second.... the stripey tie came from human!cas ?!?

#this may curb my opinion on its terribleness for the mere META of it all: #its twotone blue: dark and light - arguably one shade representing his angel side and one his human side #but is the lighter one his grace and furthermore the stark presence of heaven in his life? while the dark is the lows of being human? #OR: is the light his humanity shining through no matter whether he's angel or human? and the dark is the shadow of heaven #and furthermore the darkness that dwells in his life whether human or angel? #I'M HAVING FEELINGS 😩 #CASTIEL #CASCORE #wardrobe #9x09 #thoughts

[screwthat]

i think it seems to just be a plain gold chain that she’s been wearing this season but i will be making it the same old necklace she’s been wearing since s1 that’s her comfort necklace my friends 

#she is above all nostalgic –– things are easier to hold onto than people in her defense! #if anything she may have taken the charm off but same chain for sure. #i could see her taking the charm off as part of trying to come across more like #adult generally which is another meta i wanna write re: wardrobe if i #ever get off my ass to do so!

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Ok lets try this again - Buck bts mini meta!

So we have the above jumper which I've already written a little bit about how its similar in chunkiness to a couple of others, this one from season 3 - adaptive skateboarding with Chris

and this one from season 4 - games night at the Diaz house

but there is something else I remembered. the colour and waffly-ness actually ties into this jumper from 3x06

and the very same jumper from 4x04/5 when Buck finds out about Daniel.

I've never really connected these two scenes before, but actually it makes totally sense when you think about it - a woman driving around completely oblivious to this person stuck in her windshield - just like Buck - completely oblivious to this massive secret in his life - until the baby box reveals it.

Then there is this new bts

which has me all kinds of 👀👀👀 because this is so not a Buck costume - trust me as someone who has spent far far to long staring at the clothes worn on this show, I can assure you we've never ever seen Buck in anything thats even close to this outfit and thats why I'm fairly convinced that this is for an AU scene(s) of some kind because there is a very specific reason that you’d change Bucks style in this way.

there's been the arguement floating around that this is just Buck dressing up because his parents are in town, but he didn't dress as preppy Buck the last time they were in town

We had this dark grey shirt - very in keeping with Bucks costumes

and this dark purple (almost black) sweater - again in keeping with his other costumes

and then the only other interaction we have is when he's in uniform. Even flashback Buck's outfits are in keeping with present Buck outfits, so this preppy Buck outfit is standing out because it is so different from his usual choices.

I wouldn't normally comment on trousers - its hit and miss as to whether they'll be seen on screen, so while a costume designer will make sure they're in keeping with a character, its not the part of the outfit you generally choose to relay information to the audience - that isn't to say it doesn't happen (we've seen it with Hen a few times) but its less common.

Unless you go very out of character with them - then it becomes intentional and that is what we have going on here. Buck tends to wear either navy, black or grey trousers, but we've only seen him in a colour outside of those 3 colours a handful of times - some olive khaki ones (1x05, 1x07 2x06 2x07 2x17) and then some tan ones in season 2 (2x08). we saw him in some teal green shorts in 5x09 but thats it and all of those trousers are muted in tone. So these bright yellow ochre trousers (which I think are corduroy) are very very loud!

The striped shirt is fitting in to to theory I have about when we see Buck in vertical stripes and it representing Buck being emotionally compromised in some way - if this outfit does sit within an AU of some description, it still maintains that theory - because who is to say how Buck would’ve been treated if Daniel did live - because although it would have meant he was a different person - it doesn’t necessarily follow that that alternate version of Buck wouldn’t still have parental issues!

The green jumper is very interesting as well- its tonally in the same range as the mint green shirt from 6x07 and these two greens sit separate from all the other greens we’ve seen Buck in - those have either been jewel toned or olive toned. What I’m going to be interested in seeing between now and when this outfit appears is if we get a steady darkening of the greens Buck wears. The mint green is very very light - its almost white, while this one is much brighter and subsequently darker and my feeling is that we’ll get to see Bucks growth manifest in a darkening of the green he wears - the concept of which makes my colour theory loving heart sing - because green means growth and watching a character grow as the greens darken - chefs kiss 😎

Then there is the preppy nature of this outfit - which I have to say - really doesn’t fit Buck at all - the shirt and jumper combo - again not something we’ve seen on Buck before - shirt and jacket, yes, jumper and jacket, yes, but shirt and jumper - well this will be the first time (Unless we see one between now and this one being on our screens. I also want to add a little aside about the fact that Buck is wearing his watch - in the past when we’ve seen Buck in long sleeves outside of work, he hasn’t tended to be wearing his watch - I’ve said before how his watch wearing outside of work is sporadic and doesn’t seem to fit into a specific pattern - unlike Eddie’s watch wearing. Well this season Buck has worn his watch ALL. THE. TIME!! and it appears this is carrying on into 6b and its clearly intentional - almost like the Eddie and time metaphor has been transfered onto Buck - which is a whole other post!!!

Ok I’d typed up all of the above before 6x08 aired - I just hadn’t posted it because I finished writing it just before the episode went out and I didn’t want this to get lost in the tsunami of live blogging etc! I’m adding this in because my little thing above about the green shirts getting darker - we actually saw it start to happen last night!!!! that shirt in the return to the ren faire scene with Hen - same tone but a darker shade!! I love you Kenni Wallace you are making this costume and colour nerd very very happy right now!

#kym costume meta #911 costume meta #mini meta #911 bts costumes #911 costumes #911 colour theory #kym colour theory #bucks clothes #so interesting #I love the wardrobe department #mvp in my book! #costume theory #key your eyes on the green! #911 spoilers #911 on fox #911 fox #911onfox #evan 'buck' buckley #Buck

[siriusblack-the-third]

Matching Misfortunes: Lucy Pevensie

Have feral Lucy, as a treat. The other parts for the other siblings are up on my blog if you wish to read it.

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The boy reaches out with a lewd grin, and Lucy’s blood burns. She turns around, grips the boy’s arm and moves.

A second later, he is on his knees at her feet, her fisting a hand in his hair and twisting his arm behind his back. Her lips pull back into a wolf-like snarl as Howard lets out a yell, and she twists his arm harder with fingers smaller than she is used to having, vindictive pleasure coiling in her gut when his breath hitches with an even louder sob.

“YOU WILL NOT,” she roars with all her might, ignoring the way her voice is not as loud and commanding as it used to be, ignoring the shocked gasps and astonished stares of the rest of the students of the school, “TOUCH ME WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!”

The other boy— James, she remembers the teachers calling him— comes at her with his fist raised and a yell on his lips, but she kicks him in the back of his knee, hard enough that she feels something crack under her Mary Jane shoe. He lets out a pained scream and crumples like a can of soda would under her foot, and her snarl turns into a too wide grin, just on the wrong side of feral; it is a move Peter had taught her twelve years ago. Or maybe it was five years.

She never bothered to separate her home world from this one.

Her blood rushes through her veins like fire, and she pulls on Howard’s hair till his neck is bared, and her eyes zero in on the beating pulse under his jaw. She can almost feel the way the crimson life flows through his body, the way it would flow over his skin if she had her dagger. She would drag the blade over his flesh in a vicious, vengeful slice for the slight upon her person— he dares touch her?

He dares feel entitled to her presence? To her affections? To her body?

She is Queen Lucy the Valiant of Narnia. She is the Dragon Spirited Spymaster Queen, the Fourth of the Beloved Four, Lover of the People. She is greater and more powerful than he could ever hope to be, and he dares commit the crime of touching her?

She bares her teeth at the thought and twists his arm till she feels his shoulder pop out of place. Her canines elongate and dig into her lower lips even as her blood boils and bubbles, clamouring for punishment to be given and for vengeance to be taken in the form of his lifeblood.

He dared to touch you, Narnia whispers in her ear, tempting her with the fantasy of letting his blood colour her hands crimson. Punish him for his grave mistake, my Queen. Make him pay for this transgression.

There was a time when she would have killed him within seconds for having the audacity of trying to slap her behind. She would have made an example of him for the world to see— she might be young, but she is neither foolish nor meek, and she refuses to be disrespected in such an appalling fashion. If not her, then her siblings surely would have rendered him nothing more than a stain on the ground for daring to try and dishonour the youngest of the Rulers of Narnia.

She breathes in. Blinks. An image of her fingers curling around the golden hilts of her daggers, of burying them in the enemies’ guts and letting herself bathe in the spray of their blood, flashes across her vision. She breathes out, and blinks again. She is in the middle of the school courtyard, fingers wrapping tight around Howard’s forearm and twisted into his short and coarse golden locks.

She is not in Narnia.

She fell out of that wardrobe with her siblings five and a half years ago— she is fourteen and her blood still burns her insides at the reminder that she is not twenty-seven years old. It still scorches the inner lining of her blood vessels at the reminder of not being in her home country, of not being with Mr Tumnus and the fauns, of not running through the forests with her daggers at her sides and her network of espionage agents at her beck and call.

She breathes through her nose and lets go of his arm only to reach for his neck and grip tightly, feeling a sick sense of gratification when she feels his breath hitch fearfully under her palm, and feels the pumping of his blood through his jugular against the tips of her fingers. She tugs harder on his hair, and revels in the whine that echoes in his throat as she straightens up and rakes a narrow-eyed glare over the gawking students.

“Hear ye!” she calls, lips curling into a vindictive smirk when people stiffen their spines at the fury in the little teenage girl voice that is not hers, that has not been hers for decades. It rings with the royal Narnian accent that neither she nor her siblings ever managed to lose, and she lets the accent get stronger, she lets the lilt of the Narnian magic carry her voice over the courtyard.

“Consider the following as both a warning and a threat,” she announces, and her voice echoes strangely through the air, like she has a microphone held in front of her, “henceforth, any unwanted contact with my person will be met with the most violent of retaliations. Either it will be me, or my eldest brother Peter who does it, but know that blood will be drawn.”

The mention of Peter has most of the boys quailing and looking away, shoulders curling inwards and cheeks flushing at the reminder that Lucy has an absolute beast of an older brother— over six feet and built like a bull, with wide shoulders and a face permanently set in a grim expression. Peter’s fencing skills are legendary, and he is infamous for hitting till bone breaks. It makes Lucy smile a vicious little smile; her royal brother is terrifying, and she is proud to be Queen next to him and their other siblings.

It also makes her blood beat an outraged tune against her pulse points— she is no less terrifying than her oldest brother, and it is high time that people learnt to respect her for her strength and status. She is Queen just as much as her brothers are Kings and her sister is Queen, and she deserves to have her titles acknowledged. If they refuse to do so, then she will force them to their knees and make them do it.

She finds Peter easily when she looks for him; he is sitting in a tree with Susan and Edmund, hidden from the rest of the world, their trademark Pevensie blue eyes all gleaming wildly with pride and encouragement. Edmund grins sharply and whispers something at her, and she hears the lilting Narnian in his voice even though he is too far away for any normal human to be able to hear him.

Ruen’hi vraeka, he has always called her fondly, much to her eternal amusement. Blood-covered dragon.

“LUCY ANNE PEVENSIE!”

She breathes in and out through her nose, and turns calmly towards the advancing form mistress, clenching her jaw at the anger etched into the wrinkles of the old woman.

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF ALL THIS, YOUNG LADY?

She resigns herself to the one month of detentions, but her blood burns.

Her blood is like fire as it pounds in her ears, outrage bubbling in her gut and showing in the flash of her blue-eyed glare as it pans from the yelling form mistress to the rest of the students and then finally on the two boys at her feet. They still haven’t stood up, in too much pain to do anything more than groan in pain and wipe their tears and snotty noses on their sleeves.

They should be falling at my feet, she thinks savagely. They should be on their knees begging for forgiveness, for mercy. In fact, the school faculty themselves should also be at her feet, begging for forgiveness for the audacity of raising their voices at her and her siblings.

How dare they deem themselves capable of handing out punishment to a King or Queen of Narnia? To all four Kings and Queens of Narnia? Who are they to try and punish her, Queen Lucy the Valiant? Who are they to deem themselves appropriate authority to discipline the Dragon Spirited Spymaster Queen, Fourth of the Beloved Four?

Lucy’s blood burns, but she lets herself be dragged to the headmaster’s office, taking one last glance at her siblings. The sight of their gazes fixed on the two injured boys makes her mouth stretch into a feral smile even as she bristles indignantly at the form mistress’ grip on the shoulder of the body that has not been hers since she first stepped into that wardrobe.

Narnia hums in her ears, a sweet siren song of bloody retribution.

That night, when she sleeps, she dreams of gripping the two idiot boys by their hair and ripping their throats out with her teeth.

#lucy pevensie #the pevensies #pevensie siblings #lww #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #the chronicles of narnia #narnia meta #narnia #matching misfortunes #lucy is my tiny feral child and i shall tolerate no disrespect towards her #edmund pevensie #peter pevensie #susan pevensie

[slumshots]

tags pt three

#[ 🖋️ ] ━━ 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : ❪ my edits. ❫ #[ 🖋️ ] ━━ 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : ❪ interactions. ❫ #[ 🖋️ ] ━━ 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : ❪ isms. ❫ #[ 🖋️ ] ━━ 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : ❪ headcanons. ❫ #[ 🖋️ ] ━━ 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : ❪ meta. ❫ #[ 🖋️ ] ━━ 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : ❪ visuals. ❫ #[ 🖋️ ] ━━ 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : ❪ visage. ❫ #[ 🖋️ ] ━━ 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : ❪ soundtrack. ❫ #[ 🖋️ ] ━━ 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : ❪ wardrobe. ❫ #[ 🖋️ ] ━━ 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : ❪ plotting call. ❫ #[ 🖋️ ] ━━ 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : ❪ info dump. ❫ #[ 🖋️ ] ━━ 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : ❪ inbox call. ❫ #[ 🖋️ ] ━━ 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : ❪ verse one. ❫

[vileauteur]

td

answered / ic. starters / ic. open / ic. headcanons / ooc. meta / ooc. musings / 'it is bitter—bitter' he answered 'but I like it. because it is bitter. and because it is my heart.' ch. study / less of a person and more of a force of nature. face / saturnine. woebegone. grim. ominous. terrifying. all some of the nicest complements she'd gotten. likes / endless obsessions. aesthetic / with the first glimpse of the building a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. ship inspo / have you ever been in love? horrible isn’t it? wardrobe / medically prescribed greyscale.

they looked on in horror. how could the corpse be moving? then it asked what time it was and left for the coffee shop.

#answered / ic. #starters / ic. #open / ic. #headcanons / ooc. #meta / ooc. #musings / 'it is bitter—bitter' he answered 'but I like it. because it is bitter. and because it is my heart.' #ch. study / less of a person and more of a force of nature. #face / saturnine. woebegone. grim. ominous. terrifying. all some of the nicest complements she'd gotten. #likes / endless obsessions. #aesthetic / with the first glimpse of the building a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. #ship inspo / have you ever been in love? horrible isn’t it? #wardrobe / medically prescribed greyscale.