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Edmund

Warnings: none

“On no, you won’t be fighting me! You’ll be fighting him” Our high king Peter says to me while handing us our fence ing gear lucky for me I’ve been the best since I was a child so our kings need for proofing my ability will sadly be thrown in his face

“I don’t know if you’ll want that as she’s well she’s amazing” Caspian adds for me as it was him I followed into the forest to probably our deaths as we defy his father and Edmund just smirks at me standing in the ready and on the mark of Lucy we begin and it’s a back and forth for almost an hour when suddenly my sword is out of my hand and I’m against a tree with a point against my throat

“Again” I snap and we start again, and again and again and again and I lose again and again and again and I huff

“Seems your abilities are lower than we would have guessed” it seems Edmund begins to joke and o start walking over at him “it seems your foot is farther up your own-“ and that’s when my mouth is covered and Edmund just looks smug look smiling at me and oh do I want to smack it off his adorable face. No, wait no not adorable, annoying is the word I meant. We get back to the cave and I’ve calmed down and rested and I begin training again with those around me one after another falling at my sword but I couldn’t beat that stupid king child and it’s because of him that I’m not allowed to fight beside my best friend in this battle against our home because I couldn’t beat one man.

Little did I know he was standing in the corner watching me as I took down any who dared fight me, staring at me, little did I know I had a king who fancied me, who’s only want past the war was to kiss me, all I knew was that I was cast to the background for not being skilled enough and suddenly there was no one left to fight

“Come on no one else wants to fight me?” I scream begging for the ability to release my rage

“I will” and I look to the voice and I seeking Edmund and I nod

“Alright grab a sword stand your ground,” I say and he struts over to the swords

“Let’s make a wager shall we?” He asks and I nod as he continues

“If you win you fight alongside me, my brother, Caspian no questions asked,” he says and I nod before thinking

“And if you win?” I ask and he smirks at me

“You kiss me” and my eyes widen before I nod and get in position and we begin as I take the first swing

“So tell me, why is it you are so determined to fight with us?” He asks swinging for my legs which I jump over

“I do not wish to fight with you I wish to fight with Caspian” I snap and stab tword him and he dodged

“So you and he are together I wonder how he’d feel about our little bet” he jokes and I feel the wall against my back

“No I am not with him he’s my best friend and my king, I just wish to win” I snap grabbing his arm with one hand twisting his sword out of his hand, and flipping him against the wall with the sword against his neck and his hands go up

“You win! You will be in the front with us” he winks and I smile dropping the sword grabbing his face and kissing him as his hands rest on my waist and once I’ve pulled away I smile up at him

“You’ll learn I’m quite giving when I win” I wink before walking away to Inform Caspian of my battle plans for the war!

Butterfly Repopulation Station in Portland

Free seeds, information and also a patch of milkweed for Monarch Butterflies

One real benefit of reading I rarely hear anybody mention is how much more interesting life becomes when you read a lot. It depends what you’re reading, of course, but most (good) books will teach you something you didn’t already know, and even if you have to give the book back to the library, you get to take that much with you. A lot of people talk about things they wish they’d studied in school–I’ve done it, too–but it’s a nice consolation prize that you can always pick up a book and learn something new. And as that library in your brain collects more volumes, everything around you gains new resonances, new context, and new connections which make your lived experience richer. In quarantine alone I’ve read about religion and politics and history and evolution and computer science and astrophysics without even leaving my house and it’s already a more interesting world. 

Same sis i want to be an extra at the very least 😫

I’m going to say it now if there is a narnia reboot and I’m not in it in anyway I will cry

A Snowy Day With Edmund Would Include...

A/N: SHIT I FORGOT IT WAS DECEMBER ENJOY THE START OF 25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS

Edmund gets cold easily but also loves the snow because he thinks it’s pretty

almost as pretty as you

You both would wake up early in the morning from the light streaming in through the windows

“Mmgh.. Bunny, close the blinds.”

“I didn’t open them, Ed.”

Once you and Edmund opened your eyes and peeked out the window, you two would see snow falling with no ground to be seen

Your eyes would light up at the sight while squeezing Edmund’s arm

“We have to go outside and make a snowman!”

“What are we? Five?”

“Yes!”

After you and Edmund get dressed and you dragged him outside, you would instantly sink into the soft yet freezing snow because of how deep it was

edmund wearing 6 layers of clothes

“Cold!”

“Darling, it’s snow!”

Edmund would laugh at you and help you out of the snow

edmund would be mesmerized about how you looked in the snow

Edmund throwing a snowball at you while started the snow man

You would look over and see Edmund acting totally oblivious

“Edmund!”

“What?”

“You know what.”

Kisses

Once you two finished the snowman, you would snatch Edmund’s hat and put it on

“Edmund Jr.”

“You couldve named him that without taking my hat, love.”

“Oh, stop whining.”

Once you two went inside, you would go to the library and sit by the fire to warm up

Edmund would bring you into his chest and pull a blanket over you two

“Your hands are like ice!”

“Well we were just outside.”

Kissing Edmund’s hands so they can ‘warm up’

The rest of the day would be spent cuddling, reading books, and drinking tea

Bonus!

Lucy walking into the library to see you and Edmund asleep on the small couch with the blankets and books scattered across the floor

“Aw... I have to get Susan. She’ll love this!”

moodboard for a ravenclaw bi girl @seal-of-unknown

-Pastel

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Caterpillar: Caterpillar bulldozers are regularly used in the demolition of Palestinian homes and farms and in Israel’s massacres in Gaza

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Harry isn’t quite out of his teens when it fully hits him—the war, the blood and the guts spread across the corridors of Hogwarts, the screams and sobs, the nightmares, the shadows that never seem to leave him.

It’s too much.

He gets a flat in London—Muggle London. Hermione and the Weasleys give him space. Kingsley ensures the wizarding world gives him privacy. Not that some aren’t reluctant. Rita Skeeter releases articles every day, wondering when their Boy Who Lived will return.

But Harry doesn’t see those articles.

He tries to forget who he is for awhile.

His flat is cozy. He stuffs it with plants and paintings and books. He has a cat (or three). He wears sweaters and blazers with corduroy pants. He goes to the market every morning to buy fruits and vegetables. That’s where he meets the kindly old woman who lives down the street.

She lived through World War II and so many other wars, wars that Harry has never experienced but can only imagine.

She goes to his house and she goes to hers. There’s always tea and small cakes and dinners and cocoa—apparently she believes that a teenager needs cocoa—and baking and reading and knitting.

Harry uses magic to brew the cocoa one day, not realizing that she’s standing in the doorway. She calms him by telling him that she knows all about magic. 

Their conversations shift after that. They talk about their favorite creatures and how hard it was to watch them perish before their eyes. They talk about the wall that seemingly gave way to let them enter the magical world. They talk about lions and friends and family and love and betrayals and life and death.

“When did you leave?” Harry asks one day.

She pauses, a hand resting on his cat’s head. After a moment, she looks up with a heaviness in her eyes, a heaviness that Harry sees when he looks in the mirror everyday. 

“I was young,” she says. “Younger than you are now. But I had already grown up. I didn’t want to leave, not really, but it became too much.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Some days I do, some days I don’t.” 

“Yeah…”

It’s a few months later, when he’s helping her shovel the first snow from her walkway, that he asks, “Did you ever try going back?”

“Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t,” she says, shoving a cup of cocoa into his hands. “I was shut out as soon as I hesitated.”

He pauses, nearly dropping the cocoa, before whispering, “That’s horrible.”

“What about you?” She escorts him inside, her cane tapping against the floor that he’s magically heated to warm her feet. “Would you be welcomed back?”

“Oh, yeah,” Harry says. “Til they turn on me because they don’t like the color of my shirt or because I sneezed the wrong way or because—you name it.”

She laughs and he smiles.

“Imagine that,” she softly says. “Rulers of our worlds and we’re not even allowed in them.”

“Imagine that.”

He does go back to the wizarding world, of course, but he never forgets his London flat. He visits the street from time to time, knowing that Susan Pevensie will be there, ready to push a cup of cocoa into his hands.

For so long I’ve been trying to understand what exactly in Narnia made it the story that affected me in the most profound way in my young life and continued to stay there, gently nestled in my heart, for the entire duration.

Not Harry Potter, nor Lord of the Rings, but this weird little story about a girl and her stupid brother and a wardrobe and a lion, followed by this other story about this boy who always yearned to see the North only to discover he was the long lost crown prince (the Horse and his boy will always be my favourite Narnia story).

When I think of Narnia, the country, I think of the joy of discovering that things you find impossible yet beautiful could indeed happen. That there’s comfort for every aching heart, that if you long for something – something more, something gentle and sweet and at the same time great and fascinating and daunting – all your life, that means that this is where you were always meant to be.

That your bravery will be rewarded, that it is not stupid to believe in justice and to believe that people could be honourable and kind. That it’s okay to be naive when you’re young and it’s okay to trust people. That it’s okay even if your trust was misplaced, definitely don’t shut yourself out if you make a mistake, because you will be forgiven.

In our world, we’ve been taught to fear things since we were young. In Narnia, we were taught to trust ourselves.

In our reality, girls are punished for being too trusting or too pure and naive when they are kids, they’re taught by worried mothers and by society to be guarded and jaded and to expect disappointed and harmed, but in Narnia, Lucy’s pure heart and her faith in goodness were rewarded.

In Narnia, greatness lay in kindness and courage, whereas the alignment of our world is a bit askew and you’re supposed to be cunning and smart. These qualities aren’t bad, definitely not, but it goes unspoken that they’re supposed to contradict the first two qualities.

Most importantly, in Narnia you don’t have to wonder if God is real, if you’re protected. You know it. You’ve spoken to God, you’ve seen Him and it gives you this sense of rightness that all Narnians seem to have, and this sense of comfort and goodness the people in our world who doubt or don’t believe, don’t have.

If I have to sum up why I love Narnia so much even as an adult, I think it would be this: because, if only when you’re thinking of Narnia, you truly believe that it’s alright to trust your belief that there’s something More in this world, that you were born to be comforted, that it’s alright to be kind and courageous and gentle and this doesn’t mean that the world will fuck you over. That it’s alright to feel safe. That some higher power has your back and loves you and supports you and helps you. That it’s okay to trust yourself. And in these moments, when you think of Narnia, you feel Narnian, and that’s the best feeling in the world because you finally feel like you’re allowed to shed all your heavy, heavy layers of doubt and anger and cynicism and guardedness that the real world makes you wear. And you’re free. And when you go to a forest and you hear the wind rustling through the leaves of the trees, you don’t feel like you’re alone, you feel like you're home.