pee pee poo poo?
no you’re thinking of everyone’s pants at hogwarts
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“I make stuff like this, too,”Remy gestures to the display of ceramics in front of the two of them, “Not of this quality, though. Maybe one day I’ll be able to,” a beat, “Some day, I hope to have some of my own artwork on display,” he sighs, “it’s something I’d rather be known for, amongst other things, I suppose.”
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she has always enjoyed creative types. there is a special beauty to those who can craft lovely things. and, often, many of them are secretly filled with a melancholia which speaks to her own soul. she listens with interest as he presents his pieces. a kind smile graces her lips ❝ i have no doubt your works will be displayed one day. anything is possible if you make it so. ❞ and that, she does believe. she has to.
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how much wood would a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood?
ask mr beaver
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Is Jake Gyllenhaal gay?
why would you ask me, a narnia rp blog, this?
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thots on the pope?
why would you ask us, a narnia blog, this?
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rey, some things are stronger than blood. confronting fear is the destiny of a jedi.
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now who am i gonna bully into making an affiliated edmund
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@eniqme peter sent: “ nonsense. you’re only saying that because no one ever has. ”
❝ well, that’s sort of the point, isn’t it? ❞ the skeptical expression on her features only wavers with brief amusement. he is doing that thing he does where he tries to distract her. he gets a look in his eyes and he smiles and he forgets she is not twelve years old anymore. ❝ usually, when a thing has not been done it’s because others have tried and garnered disastrous results. ❞ lucy’s gaze flickers between peter and the bag he is packing, despite her concern. ❝ ...just don’t tell susan or you’ll never get past the courtyard. but don’t expect me to cover for you with nothing in return. ❞
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@herhaunt sent: “ you’re getting that look in your eyes like you’re about to ask me what’s wrong so i’m gonna save us both the awkwardness of finding an excuse to leave and just go now. ”
❝ wait— ❞ leaning forward, she reaches to place a hand on the other woman’s arm. crease forms between her brows and she shakes her head. she has no desire to make her uncomfortable. she has always been creature of bluntness and honest emotions. but she knows how the world can make one feel small. it can become easier to shrink oneself down with worries of becoming a burden. ❝ we don’t have to talk— that is, if you don’t want to. don’t go, please. i promise i won’t ask. ❞
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@syndicait lukas sent: “ so you wanna go find something to break? ”
frustration makes it’s home beneath her skin, tense muscles and restless hands. powerless is a poison of which she has had her fill. days like this bring remembrances of crowns and decrees and respect this world will never afford. the inquiry causes a tug at the corner of her mouth, a bitter smirk as a huff of breath exits from her. she used to disdain the way the boys would spar and wrestle to rid themselves of pent up energy. these days, however, she understands it in ways she never did then. ❝ depends on what we’re breaking. ❞
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glad to see the narnia fandom alive and well using taylor swift and olivia rodrigo lyrics for susan edits
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“Now that he could see into the place it looked more private than ever. He went in very solemnly, looking about him. Everything was very quiet inside. Even the fountain which rose near the middle of the garden made only the faintest sound. The lovely smell was all round him: it was a happy place but very serious.”
The Magician’s Nephew // An Unexpected Meeting
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@barnaes sent: “hear this now — i will always come for you.”
a smile slowly creeps across her lips, like the sun just breaking through the clouds after a heavy storm. she learned not to rely upon the promises of others, for that leads to broken oaths and shattered hearts. but, it is the kindness of the reassurance which she values. it reminds her of the eldest pevensie. and that wins her over all too easily. ❝ hopefully, i won’t be in need of too many rescues in the future, ❞ she counters lightly. it took years to retrain the muscle memory into that little body her conciousness was forced to reside within. she can still wield a weapon with graceful skill. and she’s learned a thing or two about magic in this realm. it’s with that confidence she lifts her chin a little and winks ❝ maybe next time you’ll play the damsel. ❞
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something to know is lucy remembers her lifetime in narnia very clearly. it was traumatic to be returned to a child’s body and while the professor did his best to help the siblings readjust, his experiences with narnia were quite different and he had not spent that much time there. they all coped differently, but lucy held on the hardest and was severely depressed until they were called back by susan’s horn. after returning again she was able to adjust a little better, but it was because she was holding onto hope of returning. after being told she and ed could no longer return, she went back into a depressive state and was in therapy for several of her teen years.
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the fact lucy is technically 53
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