#cornelius stone

[im-fostering-it292]

I HAVE A NEW FAVORITE SERIES. I HAVE DECIDED ONE OF MY FAVORITE AUTHORS IS HOLLY BLACK.

THE MODERN FAERY TALES SERIES WAS AMAZING.

I LOVE KAYE AND CORNY AND ROIBEN AND LUIS AND VAL

IT WAS SO PERFECT

IGGUFJFJGKBJFURJFJVKVKBKFJDUEYWUFJVJ

[beholdthemem]

Thinking about the Modern Faerie Tales again- specifically Cornelius Stone.

These books were a little before my time, and sometimes I wonder what it was like being a gay teenager in 2004 and getting to read a YA novel where somebody like you was a main character with a lot of personality and depth instead of a stereotype. Those were rare ten years later when I was a teenager. Not nonexistent- we were fortunate- but they were not well written, and you could forget about opens gay mains. They were side characters who gotten written out and died tragically.

Not Corny.

Corny straight up KILLED the person who harmed him. Corny got a relationship that was complex, and well written, and definitely included some neuroses because he and Luis both had a lot of baggage, but like... believably so. And they LIVED.

The Modern Faerie Tales aren't perfect, but I'm glad they exist.

[ofapesandmen]

Of Apes And Men — Masterlist

last updated: 5/9/24

—★ Finished:

ROTPOTA:

NSFW HCs - (ao3 link)

Koba

Makers Marked- drabble [watersports, humiliation, hate sex] (tumblr link) (ao3 link)

Red

Ride the Donkey - oneshot [size difference, dubcon, m/m] (ao3 link)

KOTPOTA:

Oda

Dating Oda - headcanons [human reader, ape reader, sfw, nsfw] (tumblr link) (ao3 link)

Proximus Caesar

Good Boy - drabble [praise, power dynamics, m/m] (tumblr link) (ao3 link)

Through Flesh - drabble [painplay, nipple piercings] (tumblr link) (ao3 link coming soon)

Lightning

Before the Thunder - multichapter [voyerism, hate sex] (ao3 link)

1960'S POTA:

Dr Cornelius

Due for a Thorough Probe - drabble [medicalplay, petplay, prostate milking, m/m] (tumblr link) (ao3 link coming soon)

see what to expect next:

—★ Posting Soon:

Koba/Reader/Rocket(/Caesar) - drabble [double penetration, cucking]

—★ Currently Working On:

Spoonful of Sugar, Proximus Caesar/Reader/Anaya - multichapter [love triagle, cucking, threesome]

Caesar SFW & NSFW Alphabet - headcanons

Bad Dog, Koba/Reader - oneshot [petplay, bdsm]

Dating Blue Eyes and Ash, Blue Eyes/Reader/Ash - headcanons [human reader, ape reader, sfw, nsfw]

—★ Next In Line:

Savoury but Sweet, Caesar/FTM!Reader - oneshot [period sex]

New Lovers New Experiences, Blue Eyes/Reader - oneshot [first time]

Warrior's Lesson, Oda/Reader/Anaya - oneshot [pseudo-cucking, threesome]

Sweetness, Dr Cornelius/Reader [fluff, cuddling]

the very long list of future fics:

—★ In The Future:

Non-Reader

Caesar/Koba [hate sex, jealousy]

Rise!Rocket/Caesar [power dynamics, hatesex]

Proximus/Noa/Anaya [dubcon, exhibitionism]

Lightning/Noa [dubcon]

Human Reader

Blue Eyes/Reader [teasing, public]

FTM!Blue Eyes/Reader [heat cycle, cunnilingus]

Ash/Reader [rimming]

Rocket/Stone/Reader [double penetration]

Koba/Stone/Grey/Reader [dubcon, exhibitionism, foursome]

Noa/Anaya/Reader

Anaya/Reader [overstimulation]

Anaya/Reader [edging]

Oda/Proximus/Reader [dubcon, cucking]

Proximus/Reader [petplay]

Proximus/Reader [watersports]

Proximus/Reader [edging]

Proximus/Reader [topping Prox]

Proximus/Reader [genital piercing]

Proximus/Lightning/Sylva/Reader

Proximus/Sylva/Reader [exhibitionism]

Dr Cornelius/Reader [lobotomy, power dynamics]

Ape Reader

Caesar/Reader [cheating, age difference, Reader is dating Blue Eyes]

Rocket/Reader [first heat]

Pre-Dawn!Koba/Reader [fluff, babysitting]

Stone/Reader

Grey/Reader [cheating, Reader is dating Koba]

Spear/Donkey!Reader [hate sex]

Noa/Reader [comfort sex]

Koro/Brat!Reader [age difference, daddy kink]

Anaya/Warrior!Reader

Sona/Reader [childhood best friends]

Oda/Rival!Reader [competition, edging]

Proximus/Royal!Reader [arranged marriage]

Sylva/Reader [size difference]

Lightning/Subordinate!Reader

[pikapig183]

Whenever I think about “She’s like a shot of espresso, she’s like being bathed in sunlight” I think about Cornelius and Franny

[stabbyapologist]

The Daily Prophet 📰

Aesthetics ✒️🖤🤍📰📎

One of my favorite things about the movie whenever they showed The Daily Prophet

[novastar134]

I tried posting this when I finished it, I'm pretty sure Tumblr didn't post it, if it did, oh well, here it is again bc I'm so proud of how it turned out

I redrew an old picture from 5 years ago and decided it needed an update. Monkey Punch and Tera, Spiderman kiss, what could go wrong? Just a lovesick boy falling when he loses grip lol

Pose ref by @/Mellon_Soup on insta

Here's the og image + the background images

[fluffypotatey]

Cornelius Sigan you say?

bestie 👀 i got notes for this shit. too tired to share it at the moment but tomorrow.

anyway, yeah i just think there's untapped potential with that character. like say we keep ep1s2 the way it is. that stays. but come s4 we got Agravaine trying his best to isolate Arthur from his allies (Merlin, Gaius, Gwen, his Knights), and i can't remember currently if he was just interested in the vault with magical items or if he just used them to accuse others of sorcerer

BUT say he learns about the stone that's in the vault. how much does he know? enough to know it's powerful and would be a great token for Morgana. so he gifts it to her and oops Sigan is released by them and Morgana and Sigan form and alliance to defeat Emrys and bring an end to Camelot.

this is not concise or a great explanation but I just think what we've been shown of this dude (possession, great powerful magic almost on par with Merlin, craves being immortal -> envious of Merlin's own immortality -> could be an interesting plot thread to use) it would cool to expand on that ya know?

[radiofreeskaro]

Radio Free Skaro #884 - Holiday Special Deathmatch

Radio Free Skaro #884 - Holiday Special Deathmatch - #DoctorWho trailer talk! - Holiday Special Deathmatch! - w/guests @HollyGoDarkly and @xanister!

http://traffic.libsyn.com/freyburg/rfs884.mp3 Download MP3 Happy Holidays all and especially a Happy Boxing Day to those in Canada and the UK. And quite a sock to the jaw it was to see a Doctor Who 60th anniversary trailer on Xmas Day! Still nothing new with Ncuti Gatwa’s incarnation of the Doctor but we do have more of Tennant’s Who the 14th, Donna Noble, and most importantly, Beep The Meep!…

[faithandarisadventures]

The Gallery February 17, 2024 The Breakers Newport, Rhode Island

[noirgasmweetheart]

"I just want to shove it up my nose and have that smell all day!"

"Shove it anywhere you like."

"What's it called?"

"Pineapple Express."

Let's just sit on the floor with Peter Lorre and Sydney Greenstreet (The Mask of Dimitrios)

We can play games or eat cheese and drink wine

[quasieli]

[Image description: Eight pages from the comic Mighty Nein Origins: Caduceus Clay. The first six pages feature a young Caduceus and his mother, Constance, while the last two pages show an older Caduceus, as well as his father, Cornelius, and sister, Clarabelle.

Page 1: A wide shot of the Blooming Grove, with a beautiful stone and wood temple sat at the center of a verdant cemetery. From afar, Constance calls outs "Caduceus!"

Page 2: Constance is stood behind her son, with his head only partially in frame. The first panel shows her saying, "There you are, didn't you hear me calling?" In the second panel, she is leaning down to her son, a concerned look on her face as she says "Oh."

Page 3: A smaller panel shows Caduceus cupping a dead bird in his hands, holding it tenderly. The wider panel then shows his mother sitting down beside him, the pair sat next to a head stone. He leans his head into her shoulder as she asks, "Would you like some help?" The pair then proceed ro bury the bird.

Page 4: Constance and Caduceus are kneeling in the dirt, over the bird's burial spot. Constance asks, "Ready?, with Caduceus responding "Mh-hmm." The pair touch the ground where the bird was buried, and soon a bright orange flower magically blooms from the spot, causing Caduceus to startle.

Page 5: Constance sits beside her son, her hand gentle touching his face as she says, "Death and decay are a part of a circle, a wheel turning without a beginning or end. Death is how we nurture life, Caduceus." He looks down at the flower as he asks, "Then how comes it hurts?" Caduceus lays down in his mother's arms as she explains, "Because you loved them." A smaller panel shows a closer shot of their faces as she asks, "Do you regret that love?"

Page 6: A small panel shows a closeup shot of Caduceus, looking sad as he replies "No." Another wide shot of the Grove is shown, with the pair sat at the center, Constance continuing, "Part of love is knowing they will go, and cherishing them with your whole heart in the face of that hurt." Another small panel shows a closeup of the newly bloomed flower, with some of its loose petal blowing into the wind.

Page 7: An interior shot, a number of years in the future, showing an adult Caduceus asleep in his flower filled bedroom. He wakes upon hearing the voices of his father and sister, who are in another room, getting up to go investigate. His sister says "I just don't think it's fair that --", Cornelius interjects, "Clarabelle, please keep your voice down."

Page 8: Caduceus comes down the stairs tiredly rubbing his eyes while his father and sister continue to argue. Clarabelle says, "I will not until you--", cutting herself off as she sees her brother appear. Cornelius moves to ready some gear as Caduceus asks "You're leaving?" He responds "The corruption isn't going away on its own. Maybe... maybe your mother found something out there. I'll find her and your aunt, and find a cure." Clarabelle steps forward, declaring "It should be my turn! I'm old enough and faster than you, anyway!" To which Cornelius responds, as he begins to depart, "Clarabelle Clay, mind yourself. Stay home with your brother." End description.]

Sneak preview of Caduceus's origin comic from Polygon!

Generations of the Clay family have tended to the careful rituals in the Blooming Grove. But when corruption begins to creep in on their sacred space, the Clays depart one by one to seek answers. Soon young Caduceus and Clarabelle are the only ones left, and when a dangerous burial quest falls to Caduceus, he must leave the Grove to do the family’s work.

[shwaesar]

Halfway

Caesar X Reader Oneshot (SFW)

Summary: Apes grow and age a lot faster than humans. Caesar had noticed it on more than one occasion; his adoptive father had hardly changed at all while he lived through his adolescent years, and his father had seemed to have always been an elderly man. Now that he has another human taking such a special role in his life, he feels the need to educate himself on the subject.

TW: Mentions of Death and Age Differences (THIS IS A LOT MORE ANGSTY THAT ORIGINALLY PLANNED IM SORRY IT JUST KINDA HAPPENED)

"We are... similar. In age." Caesar spoke meditatively, watching from his seat in your shared nest as you disrobed for the night. You never stripped fully, not if you could help it. Even with the chimp's warm, fur covered body beside you, your skin was much too sensitive to be left bare to the elements while sleeping, especially when summer still had yet to settle over the woods in its entirety. Your outer layers were removed one by one and placed in a pile, on a makeshift table of stone. A thick jacket. A sweater. Your jeans, too, were set aside in favour of changing into some sweatpants. They were much too big for you, and a makeshift belt of twine synched the waistband to keep them from falling down your legs, but he could tell you treasured the item of clothing for its comfortability and didn't feel the need to interrogate you about it. "But you... call me old. Why?"

The question wasn't asked in an accusatory manner, but it still took you off guard. Glancing over your shoulder, you caught his eyes raking up and down your form, taking in the intricacies of your anatomy. Compared to that of apes, yours was certainly odd. Longer legs, shorter arms, more space between your hip bones and ribcage.. It had always fascinated him - the ways you were different, both physically and internally - and you supposed that was the reason behind this topic of discussion. He'd taken note of how you aged in a way that didn't mirror him, and wanted to understand it.

"Because you are old." You replied teasingly at first, earning a huff of amusement that tugged at the corners of his lips.

"You know.. what I mean. If I am old, are you not... also old?"

A hand was extended towards you beckoningly when you finally approached. Kicking off your boots, they were left at the foot of the nest as you clambered into it and situated yourself next to your mate, in the juncture beneath his shoulder. His muzzle was pressed absentmindedly into your hair, allowing him to inhale your scent as you mulled over your next words.

"Well... to apes I probably am, sure." Conceding, at least partially, your fingers rose to thread into his beard. Like most of his fur, the outer layer was coarse and rough, but got softer the closer it was to his leathery skin. When you first met, it was a dark, earthy brown that turned to a muted blonde in the right lighting. Now though, discoloured streaks had began showing up here and there, making his more advanced aging all the more apparent. "But you won't catch me going grey anytime soon. Im still pretty young in human years."

"Human years.." he repeated the phrase skeptically, prompting you to wave your free hand to dismiss it.

"Figure of speech-my point is... even though we're around the same age, we're at opposite ends of our lives, y'know? Humans-we live a long time, so we grow up slowly. Cornelius is just over two years old, but a human baby would still be learning how to walk at that point." You couldn't remember for sure if that was accurate, but it sounded right. It had been a long time since a human baby was born intentionally, and even longer since you'd seen one, so you could only make an educated guess. "And Blue Eyes-you told me he just became an adult, right? Do you know how old he is exactly?"

Caesar paused at that. His eyes wandered up to the thatched ceiling above you as he did the math in his head - something he was by no means amazing at, but had enjoyed learning. Apes understood the concept of years, but didn't often use numbers as humans did. They measured time in the passing of seasons, and an apes age would be equated to their physical development rather than the length of time they'd been alive for. This made calculating the specifics a bit tricky, although it didn't stop him from eventually giving you an answer.

"He-.... will be 8, once the cold months return." He nodded self-assuringly. "Won't be long.. before he starts thinking, about having his own children." And as he continued, his chest puffed out proudly. Being able to see his son become a father himself was something he'd never have believed possible, when he was Blue Eyes' age. When he really thought about it, he wouldn't have even believed it if someone told him he would become a father. But before he could linger on it-

"I'm closer to Blue Eyes than I am to you. In terms of... maturity."

That made him falter. His brow furrowed as he tilted his head to look at you again, the cogs in his mind turning to make sense of what you'd just told him. In truth, maturity probably wasn't the right word to use, but you couldn't think of an alternative that he'd be familiar with. What you meant was that you were at a similar stage of life to Blue Eyes, and thankfully, that's how he also interpreted it. Still, it left him contemplative.

"..... I am.... approaching the halfway, of my life. After, I will be.. closer to death, than birth. Ape death-natural death-happens when... when we are in our 30's, most often. Not always, but-" swallowing the rising lump that had formed in his throat, he forced himself to relax again. Caesar was no stranger to mortality, he'd bore witness to many deaths and births alike. He knew he would die at some point, knew what it meant to die, and had long since accepted the fact that it would one day come for him. Your mortality, on the other hand..

You shifted in his embrace, draping an arm across his midsection to stroke absentmindedly at his sternum. He was a closed book in many regards, but as his mate, you'd become familiar enough with his body language and facial expressions to read him in ways others couldn't. It was something he found both a blessing and a curse, as he was essentially forced to share his burdens with you, regardless of whether he wanted them known. And of coarse, it didn't help that his emotions ran high whenever you were the subject plaguing him, making his rising discomfort all the more noticeable.

He continued.

"Humans... you are children for such a long time. Adults, even longer. Your halfway will be.." Then, however, he trailed off. Again, sensing his mood turning, you took his hand and brought his palm to your lips, kissing it affectionately. In turn, he reacted without even thinking about it, letting his fingers cup your jaw as his thumb stroked your cheek. ".... long after I am... gone.."

"..... I know."

"I am... sorry.."

"Sorry..?"

"For-... for making you mine. Without considering all this, first." A pang of guilt struck his gut, making him take a slow breath to steady himself. "You are... so, so precious to me, my love.. and I have forsaken you... to a lifetime of grief, once... I have passed.." Another breath, this one slightly shaken. Holding you more tightly, he grit his teeth and let a wave of self-hatred wash over him. How selfish he was, for indulging in you so thoroughly. How cruel, to leave you without his care and protection for such a long expanse of your existence. To only be a part of that existence for a fraction of its length, intertwining with you in ways that would bond you forever, while forever would be something he couldn't share in. His eyes grew distant and glassy, before he blinked back the tears that were threatening to well up.

In actuality, it was something you'd considered quite a lot, even if only to yourself. The thought of growing old without Caesar at your side was one you'd had to come to terms with early on, for both your peace of mind and his, with regards to how much you intended to invest emotionally in him. That emotional investment wasn't something you really had any control over, of coarse, but it was something you could make... easier on yourself. Ultimately though, you'd come to the conclusion that the sting of inevitable loss was worth it. You would love him without restraint, and continue to love him, even when he was no longer able to love you back. Because moments like this; cuddled up next to him in your nest, basking in his presence and warmth, hearing his voice speak to you so tenderly, with such care and adoration... you might never have them otherwise. And you treasured each and every one.

His hand was still cradling your face. With a loose squeeze, you interlocked your fingers between his own and proceeded to press your lips to his knuckles one by one. It was such a human thing, kisses.. the soft delicacy of lips on rough, coarse flesh was yet another point of interest to Caesar. There was a time when apes in captivity had picked up a vague mimicry of it from humans, but with such large mouths and less controlled facial muscles, it had never managed to be quite as romantic as the original. With the development of their own customs and culture, the borrowed gesture was eventually abandoned in favour of one they made for themselves. One the two of you partook in quite regularly, in fact.

But while pressing his temple to yours was an intimate, loving act, your kisses were something else entirely. They were almost like a religious experience, as you graced him with a kind of touch not really meant for him, almost worshiping his physical form in a way that wordlessly declared your attraction, your devotion..

Yes. Kisses were, undoubtedly, a very human thing.

But that's why he liked them so much. Because only you, only his human, could ever love him in such a manner.

"I forgive you."

[reddesires]

hii!! i loved yr noa courting hcs, i was wondering if yu could do the same thing for Blue eyes? I'm in luv with him lol.. thank yuuu!! <3

Blue Eyes Courting Headcanons [Blue Eyes x Human!Reader]

Blue Eyes x Human!Reader

Fandom: Planet Of The Apes

Rating: No Warnings.

A/N: Baby boy, Blue eyes 👏 love to see it. I loved writing this. He deserves the world!

•I would like to start that Blue eyes' approach to courting you is very endearing. He can be very self-conscious in certain ways and overthinks a little too much. He thinks he should be self assured like his father and that he's weak compared to him so he tries to accommodate a lot and you could definitely tell with the way he carries himself so a lot of time you remind him of his own self worth and how you think he has a lot of strengths, your reassurance only solidifies his intentions of courting you.

•Blue Eyes is always determined to bring you a prized kill from hunts, whether it be your very own rabbit or even deer for dinner. He always wants you to be well fed, and he has to provide for his potential mate, so whatever you're craving for that night is what you'll receive. He'll even go as far as picking your favorite berries, so you'll have that as a sweet snack. You tend to feel bad, but he'll insist on getting what you want, so you'd rather just say than have him prod at you until he receives an answer.

•He's more than okay with your presence around Cornelius. He's very protective of his baby brother, and he'll protect the baby chimp with his life. He always watches as you hold his brother in your arms, cradling him so gently and he can only imagine how you would look with his own child in your arms, you cooing softly at your baby with that motherly voice you tend to replicate when in the presence of babies, he practically floats off into the throes of his daydream before you snap him out of with a delicate smile and Cornelius clinging to the front of your shirt, his face buried into the side of your neck "I think it's his nap time.."

•Blue Eyes usually eats his meals with his family in their perched nest, but after he was determined to court you, he would eat his meals down below in the communal area with you. It's a crucial way of bonding with others in his culture, and he feels it brings him closer to you in that aspect. He'd rather you eat with him than practically be by yourself. (You're not, Maurice and Lake are always happy to give you company, but you dont rain on his parade.)

You two practically huddle close to each other while contently eating your meals side by side, Blue Eye's preening at your comfort at his proximity.

•Quality time with Blue Eyes is always intimate in nature, whether that be sneaking off to star gaze or exploring the outskirts of the colony's parameters. He's always close to you in someway, he'll graze your side as steps past you to check out the area or he'll give you his hand to help you walk down a steep hill so you don't fall. You're practically swooning at how gentle and attentive he is to you, in a way it reminds you of how Caesar is towards Cornelia and you assume that Blue eyes bases his own affections to you based on how his father treats his mother.

•He's comfortable speaking to you, the tender baritone of his voice graces your ears and it only makes you yearn to hear more of it, you become so entranced in the sound and the movement of his mouth that you can't help but lean in to him. The area surrounding you two doesn't matter, and you're thankful that he's willing to reserve this piece of himself to you.

•TRUST that you will receive gifts (secret admirer style) he'll leave wild flowers infront of your hut or you'll find the most pretty stones by your makeshift nest, you just know that it's him because he's definitely coy about it and you'll tease him feigning you have absolutely no idea who left such gifts for you. He'll have his moments where he'll slide a wild flower over to you signing how he thought of you when he saw it, you can't help the bright smile that crosses your lips as you place it in your hair.

•When he finally confesses to you that he's chosen you as his mate, you two are blanketed under the star crested sky. You feel as if your breath was taken from your very lungs as you looked into his crystalline eyes, the way he seemed like he was drenched by the heavens above and his eyes seemed luminous under the moonlights rays. "Will you have me?" His voice melting into the atmosphere surrounding you, just as you wanted to melt into his arms. You lean into him, pressing your forehead tenderly into his. He sighs with what seems like relief and euphoria as he slides his palm into your hair, gently cupping the back of your neck. "Yes, it's always been yes."

[pocketgalaxies]

fjord: i'm fjord...stone. no relation.

beau: he's totally related

fjord: i'm not. it's not–

jester: no this is nott

nott: no but he is a stone

jester: stone cold fox!!

fjord: not...stone.

cornelius: so wait, you're nott stone...?

nott: i'm not stone, no no no

cornelius: you're not a stone

beau: he is a stone

beau: and i'm not important

beau: she's nott the brave

nott: Third Base

[queenlucythevaliant]

the stories are true

i. Caspian’s nurse told him a story about a dwarf and a talking badger who were best friends.

ii. As Dwarf and Badger returned from a long walk through the wood, Dwarf noticed that a button has fallen from his jacket. Dwarf and Badger retraced their steps in search of the missing button, and together they found five buttons, none of which were Dwarf’s. Dwarf grew angry (as Red Dwarves are wont to do), and eventually returned home in a rage, only to discover the missing button sitting on his threshold. In apology to Badger for the afternoon wasted (and for his temper), Dwarf sewed all six buttons they had found that day onto his jacket and gave it to Badger for a gift.

iii. Caspian did not understand what a talking badger would do with a dwarf’s jacket, but such mysteries of life were best left to grown-ups, like his nurse.

iv. She told him other stories too: centaurs that had conversations with the stars. Giants that built and guarded bridges. A naiad who made a basket of reeds so perfect that it could hold the wind. They were light, almost frivolous sorts of stories: the kind that make good sense to a child.

v. When Nurse left, there were no more stories. Caspian invented his own sometimes, and whispered them to himself while he played with his toys. When his aunt caught him at it, she struck him.

vi. Doctor Cornelius's stories were not like the ones Nurse had told. They were solemn, grand tales that sounded almost like they might have really happened. In his stories, there were two kings and two queens who ruled Narnia together.

vii. Caspian imagined King Peter like a high tower, all straight lines and immovable might. He knew better now than to tell the stories where he might be overheard, but at night he whispered them to himself as he sank into sleep. King Peter, who was like a tower, went off to fight the Giants in the north. Queen Lucy and King Edmund sailed over the sea on a ship to another country. The water was blue like the sky, and it glittered. Queen Susan kept a light burning at home.

viii. Part of Caspian was afraid of not telling the stories. They were like strangers’ hands reaching out to him in darkness. He was afraid of not reaching back, of letting those strangers fall away into the pitch black night.

ix. On the castle’s highest tower, Doctor Cornelius threw back his hood and declared himself the blood of Old Narnia. The stories are true, he said.

x. All of them? Caspian wanted to ask. What about the naiad's magic basket? If dwarves were real, then why shouldn't the old Kings and Queens be real too? And if King Peter was real—if his stone-heavy feet had really trod on Narnian earth— then why shouldn't every fanciful thing he'd ever heard be just as true too? It made Caspian giddy to think.

xi. The night Caspian’s cousin was born, he fled the court with Queen Susan’s horn hanging from his saddle. It made him think of lights in windows as he rode away from the only home he’d ever known.

xii. When he woke, he found himself gazing into the faces of Dwarf and Badger from his nurse’s stories. They were arguing over what to do with him, but Caspian thought, absurdly, are you missing any buttons today?

xiii. They went about the next day, issuing invitations to the Great Council on Dancing Lawn, and Caspian put out his hand to greet centaurs and fauns, talking Mice and talking Bears. Each one of them reached back. No wonder Caspian woke the next morning half-convinced he'd been dreaming.

xiv. King Peter was real too, and there was King Edmund at his elbow. Caspian greeted them, inclining his head and saying in a voice that only trembled a very little, "Your Majesty is very welcome," and it felt like carving his name on the bones of time.

xv. And soon he knew that King Peter really was a tower, facing Miraz with the kind of stalwart might that Caspian had been imagining for years. Queen Susan was a light in the window: her horn had called them all home.

xvi. And Aslan. Aslan. Wonder of all wonders, he was real too.

xvii. Caspian said farewell to Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy, and it felt like reaching out across the planes to a world he would never see, except for a few minutes— but that wouldn't be for many years yet.

xviii. In the end, Queen Lucy and King Edmund sailed over the sea on a ship to another country. King Caspian was with them.

[llovelymoonn]

favourite poems of august

marge piercy circles on the water: selected poems of marge piercy: "for the young who want to"

marilyn chin fruit études

lisa olstein radio crackling, radio gone: "the hypnotist's daughter"

elizabeth willis address: "the witch"

jana prikryl the after party: "to tell of bodies changed"

diane seuss backyard song

alison c. rollings original [sin]

gerard malanga cornelius...cornelius gurlitt

todd boss rocket

beyza ozer to summarise a galaxy

john foy night vision: "woods"

clodagh beresford dunne ford galaxy

dorianne laux smoke: "heart"

anthony madrid like a cloud above the ravine

pascale petit swamp deer

frank o'hara maurice ravel

adonis selected poems: "desert" (tr. khaled mattawa)

sonja johanson three deer in oquossoc

melissa stein terrible blooms: "lemon and cedar"

w. s. di piero having my cards read

thomas hoagland bible study

peter campion big avalanche ravine

alberto ríos the smallest muscle in the human body: "rabbits and fire"

lena khalaf tuffaha water & salt: "mountain, stone"

josephine miles desert

jeanne murray walker invocation to convince a baby already more than twelve days overdue to come out of the womb

andrew hudgins the imagined copperhead

robert carr stargazing while sedated

mary ruefle among the musk ox people: poems: "blood soup"

jack collom red car goes by: selected poems 1955-2000: "bald eagle count"

mahmoud darwish to a young poet (tr. fady joudah)

kofi