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[treebananas]

Hey y’all this is my Pynch Present 2017 for @fingersnapchaos Hope you enjoy!

Ronan hated Christmas time. He loved Christmas day and Christmas Eve, but he hated the days leading up to it. The shoppers. Thinking about what to get his family. The relentless, pop music. It was terrible.

For someone who could make the impossible possible like himself, gifts could be endless. He hated the pressure of having to think of the best gift ever year. People expect since he can dream anything, he should give the best gifts, but they are always tremendously disappointed when all he gets them is socks and a candle. Ronan is more of a spontaneous gift giver than is holiday gift giver.

Considering how bad he is at holiday gift giving, he really hoped Adam liked his present.

He laid in bed staring at the specks of dust on the ceiling. He could hardly feel his fingertips of the back of Adams t-shirt and the puffs of breath against his cheek. It was Christmas morning, a morning that should feel magical and smell of pine. This morning; however, was nothing of that sort. Anxiety leapt up his throat; his heartbeat a complete mess. He couldn’t think straight, and his vision was blurry. This was not a good start to Christmas.

The smack of lips were a more present sound. They were louder and could be heard.

“Why are you thinking so loud?” Adam whispered, voice still husky from sleep.

Ronan sighed and turn to press a kiss on top of Adam’s head, “It’s Christmas.”

“Yeah, merry Christmas.” Said Adam.

Ronan sighed again and shuffled to look at Adam. He stared at Adam and was captivated by his bare, unguarded face. The bags under his eyes hadn’t changed; they were still deeper than the depths of hell. His freckles were still mixed into his sepia skin, but somehow this Adam was different. He was more open and had gallons of trust shown in his expression.

Ronan managed a small, genuine smile.

Adam had no choice but to return it, “There’s my beautiful boyfriend.”

“Don’t call me beautiful Parrish.” Ronan scoffed, pushing Adams face away, but keeping his hand of Adams cheekbone.

“Just calling it as it is, baby.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,”

“How ‘bout you call this!”

The two boys jumped each other, kicking and tickling their way to the top. Adam was able to maintain a solid ground before Ronan took him by the middle and flipped him. The two settled laughing with Ronan on top of Adam, foreheads pressed together.

Adam bore into Ronan striking blue eyes, “I love you.”

All the tension had left Ronan’s body, “I love you too, baby.”

“Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas!” A voice shrieked.

The voice came with a small body knocking into the couple, tangling with them. Ronan locked into the Lynch blue eyes he shared with Opal. She was bouncing up and down on the bed, barely containing her excitement. She kept on chanting Christmas, Christmas, Christmas.

Adam smiled and kissed her on the cheek, “Merry Christmas, Opal.”

“Come on, Matthew and I made breakfast.” She said, dragging them downstairs.

“Then, it better not taste like nature shit.” Ronan complained.

“It doesn’t!”

The first person who Ronan saw in the kitchen was Declan. The two were really trying to have a good relationship, not just for Matthew anymore, but for each other. Their relationship was still strained, but they could be in a room together without getting into a fight.

Declan was on the phone with someone, probably one of his most recent conquests.

Conquests? G-d, Ronan was spending too much time with Gansey.

Declan gave a small, smile that quickly turned into a frown, “Helen, no! You could not defend someone like that. It’s too close to home…I know, I’m not trying to control you. You know what, do what you want.” Then he turned to them, “ugh, I’m gonna have to call her back aren’t I?”

Adam snickered, “You’re the one who is voluntarily dating Helen Gansey.”

“Poor, big brother with his relationship issues.” Matthew piped up from the kitchen. “You know I would feel bad but I’m there everyday when you come home and don’t see that I’m home because you’re attached to her face like a parasite.”

“You say that as if I wasn’t home two days ago when you were with Austin. I had to get earplugs.”

Matthew blushed as everyone laughed. Ronan clapped him on the shoulder and pulled Adam to the kitchen table. Declan followed them and sat down with his head in his hands.

“Damn, she’s really got a hold on you.” Ronan said.

He lifted his head, “I’ve never felt like this before.”

Maybe I should stop calling their relationship a conquest. Ronan said, “Then you’ll be fine.”

“I know,”

“Good,”

“I don’t mean to break up this very touching moment of my two eloquent brother, but I got a hot steamy breakfast and I doubt you’re gonna wanna miss it!” Matthew called.

@ @ @

“Presents!”

Adam laughed, “Okay, okay Opal.”

She continued to squeal looking at a small-ish box, “This one’s for me!”

She tore open the wrapping and looked inside the box, “A box of bark from Argentina from Aunt Blue and Gansey! It’s just what I wanted!”

Ronan’s family laughed together. They continued to watch Opal damaged that wrapping paper bit by bit.

“I can’t believe she calls Gansey Aunt Gansey.” Matthew giggled.

“Hey, can I give you your present?” Ronan said to Adam aside.

“As long as you let me give you yours first.” Adam smirked.

Ronan shakingly nodded. Adam reached behind him to the Christmas tree and picked up a neatly wrapped present. Adam grabbed one of Ronan’s hands as he opened it. Inside was a Yale sweatshirt and a necklace. Taking a closer look at the necklace, Ronan saw a tiny plant moving side to side. When Ronan touched the casing, it’s bud opened, releasing a scent. Gasoline. He gasped at the familiarity of it. He could never forget that smell that he missed so much. There was nothing like the fresh smell of gasoline on Adam’s skin after a hard shift at Boyd’s.

Adam cleared his voice, “Remember about three months ago when we were missing each other so much that we fell asleep on skype together. Somehow I ended up in your dream and watched you go through some of our favorite memories together. I remember smelling the air and thinking why would he love this smell, it’s terrible, but then it hit me. The smell of gasoline reminds you of me. I asked Cabeswater if there was something that you could have so you would always have the smell and it gave me a seed. I planted it and watched it grow into this tiny little plant and that’s when I thought of the necklace so you could always have it with you.”

Ronan gave him a watery smile, “You asshole. Put it on me?”

After the clasp was safely secured behind his neck, Ronan gave Adam a smaller box. Ronan watched as Adam opened it and as his eyes filled with tears. Adam laughed and touched gift. He lifted his head and stared right into Ronan’s eyes.

“Ronan, I love it.”

[narniasecretsanta]

@fingersnapchaos secret santa for @storymade

I thought I was being artistic by going with the monochrome look, but I’m afraid I just made it look sloppy. Still, Merry Christmas and a belated Happy Hanukkah; have some Pevensies sometime during the Golden Age hanging (geddit) out together

[jewishcharacteroftheweek]

Hi sorry to bother you but I love your blog so much

Not only is this not a bother at all, I kept it in my inbox for a few days because it was just so sweet. Messages like this are why I made this blog and they’re why I run it, thank you so much for sending this to me. 

[the-knights-who-say-book]

Avi Cantor Has Six Months to Live thoughts — mild spoilers so go read it first! (you can buy it from any online book place or read it for free on the book smugglers website if you can’t buy)

i love avi he’s so grouchy. “get me something else”

“could be tamed with food” same

“this guy has hazel eyes and i’m angry about it” avi’s just so relatable lmao

freaking out about hands barely touching is absolutely a mood

“if i tried to kiss him it would probably come out sarcastic” this entire story is amazing

i love these kids shut up

ian measures time in memes i can’t believe this boy

“i summoned a demon and it told me to fuck off” I’M ACTUALLY LAUGHING

I’M SCREAMING AT “we have an especially fine-tuned sense of impending doom” “us too it’s called being jewish”

every jewish detail in this story actually

this story is a national treasure and so is avi

[swilmarillion]

How long is everyone's hair? (Everyone meaning Mairon, Thil, Gothmog, and The Garbage Man)

Gothmog’s is buzzed pretty short.  Thuringwethil’s is a little longer than shoulder length, and she usually wears it up at work.  She’s all business, that girl god i love her  Melkor’s is also a little longer than shoulder length--he’s got that kind of ponytail that you have when you think you’re a super cool dude but bro, ur not as cool as u think you are shhh  Mairon’s is shoulder length-ish, fluctuating between right above and right below shoulder level (depending on when he makes time to get it trimmed).  BUT, he got an undercut when the whole breakup thing happened (see: this awesome art by @fingersnapchaos!), making him automatically the most fashionable member of the quartet.

[cataclysmofstars]

URL Musical Acrostic

I was tagged by @gaolcrowofmandos – thanks so much! :)

Spell out your URL with song titles and tag 10 people.

Close to Heaven - Breaking Benjamin

Arise - Flyleaf

Temple of Thought - Poets of the Fall

Arabesque - Nightwish

Chasing Twisters - Delta Rae

Lions - Skillet

Young Blood - The Naked and Famous

Sons of Night - Black Veil Brides

Monster - Imagine Dragons

Of Masques and Martyrs - I Am Ghost

Fight Song - Rachel Platten

Southern Skies - Like a Storm

Thranduil, Lord of Mirkwood - Tincolindo

Another Heart - Tremonti

Remember Every Scar - Escape the Fate

See You Again - Wiz Khalifa

I tag: @irreverentecthelion, @berthulina1314, @fingersnapchaos, @house-of-feanor, @animecrazy13ify, @astorey91, @queen-haleth,  @cycas, @veilfireshadows, @swilmarillion, and anyone else who wants to do this!

[theserpentsadvocate]

For the dash meme, a crack ship I saw once upon a time: Maedhros/Amlach?

Hrm. I give a C, not bad. Could be really interesting, in fact. I probably wouldn’t read fic, but I would totally read meta.

(But then again, that doesn’t mean much; I almost never read Feanorian fic unless it’s got Haleth in it.)

I might read fic after if the meta was good enough though. :)

[tendermiasma]

Your question came up on my dash, and it took me a bit of thinking before I figured it out. I can always tell your art because of (a: the neat but action-packed lineart and (b: the little punch in the gut it almost always gives me; like when you read the last line of your favorite book or when you hear a favorite song somewhere out of the ordinary - that thing, whatever it is. You do that a lot. A LOT. Also your punches have a specifically sinful flavor, if you'll pardon the expression.

your message has punched me thank you

haha gosh thank you, I enjoy doing sketchy linework a lot although clean can look neat for some projects!  AND I’M GLAD YOU ENJOY THE SIN 8)

[narniasecretsanta]

First Date

@rosesnvines secret santa for @fingersnapchaos 

First Date - Susan and Corin plot to get Cor and Aravis together on their first date, and what better way than the annual Christmas ball. With Edmund’s help they just might pull it off, as long as things don’t get royally screwed.

Susan was sitting by the window in the coffee shop, sipping her cappuccino and reading the paper, when the ringing of the shop’s bell followed by chatter caught her attention. She glanced up, and saw the Archenland twins and Aravis walk through the door. Cor, the heir to the throne, was talking to Aravis about something they had watched on TV the night before, one of those comedy sketches the fauns liked to put on, something Susan really didn’t care too much for. Corin, however, wasn’t taking part in the conversation and glanced around the shop, his eyes falling on Susan eventually. He grinned at her and waved before following his brother to the ordering line. Susan smiled and waved back at him before turning back to her newspaper and her cappuccino. She slowly sipped from her cup as she perused the articles, Lantern Waste was complaining about Giant attacks, Terebinthia told of their constant battle with pirates, while Archenland was all excitement and partying with the news that their twin princes were going to college in Imiamos with the Pevensies. Susan smirked at the article as she snuck a quick glance at the twins who were just getting to the register. But that’s when she noticed Cor’s arm around Aravis and blinked. When did they start going out? Susan turned back to the Archenland section to see if there was any mention of this new development between the heir apparent and the Tarkheena, but she couldn’t find a thing. Was this very recent?

“Hey Sue, what’s up?”  came a voice, startling Susan. She folded up her paper to reveal the very bored-looking Corin.

“Oh, hi Corin! Nothing much. You?”

Corin shrugged. “Same old, same old with the studies, and a studious older brother. I just want to play sports, that’s all.”

“No interests in girls, either?” asked Susan pointedly, aiming to steer the conversation towards the obvious affection the oldest prince was showing.

“Nah, at least, not right now. I’m open to it later on, but not now.”

“And Cor?”

That’s when Corin raised his eyebrow and a mischievous grin spread on his face. “So, you noticed Cor only ever so slightly flirting with the Tarkheena, huh?” 

Susan chuckled. “Is that what he calls it?”

Corin rolled his eyes. “That’s the closest I’ve gotten to getting a confession of love from for Aravis. He says they fight too much. Well, I told he should marry her anyway, they can do it even better after they get married.”

“Corin!” berated Susan as she whacked his arm.

“What? I’m serious! Married couples fight all the time!”

“Not all the time, Corin. What TV shows have you been watching? Comedy Central?”

“OK then, smarty-pants, how should a married couple act?”

“Completely in love! Yes, they’ll have a few arguments, but that’s not the basis of their marriage!”

“So, you think like my brother, despite the fact that he is obviously smitten with Aravis, the one person besides me he argues with, a lot.”

“Do they look like they’re arguing now?” asked Susan, pointing out the duo as they sat and chatted away like the best of friends.

Corin blinked. “OK, well, they don’t argue all the time …”

“Exactly, if they did, Cor wouldn’t fall in love with her.”

“Well then, your majesty, how do we get him to ask her out on a date? I’ve been pestering him about it for weeks now.”

“This is technically a date,” pointed out Susan.

“Yeah, but, like, with flowers, a romantic walk under the moonlight, dinner for two, and all that jazz?”

“Well, Corin, sounds like you might be properly prepared to sweep a girl off her feet when you are ready.”

Corin grinned at her. “But seriously, what should we do? He is expected to find a queen, you know. More pressure on him than you four, or me.”

Susan nodded as she placed her head on her hand, watching the couple. “I know, but, I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, if you have any ideas, let me know, alright? I’ll help as much as I can. I’m kinda getting tired of him talking about her the way he does, only for him to blush and stutter no when I suggest asking her out.”

“Hmm … it might be a little harder than I thought. We don’t want to push them too hard, or it will push them apart. I’ll give it some more thought and get back to you once I have something.”

“It better be good, because I’m about at my wit’s end,” muttered Corin before standing up. His brother had noticed him sitting with Susan and motioned him over. “I might be back, but if not, you have a good day, Queen Susan. Thanks for the chat.”

“No problem. I’ll see you later!” she said as he walked away. She waved at Cor and Aravis when they waved at her, but then Corin turned and waved her over. Susan smiled, folded up her paper, picked up her cappuccino carefully, and walked over to their table.

Later, when Susan was walking back to the cabin she shared with her siblings while they went to school, she thought about Cor and Aravis. What could she do to help convince Cor to ask Aravis out on an actual date, as Corin put it? She was still deep in thought when she entered the cabin.

“Hey sis, what’s on your mind today?” quipped Edmund as he walked past with a book. He was already well into his studies in the living room. He sat down on the sofa and glanced up at her when she didn’t reply. “Oh come on, I know it’s got nothing to do with the news. It’s the same old, same old. Father already took Peter out to Lantern Waste, they’re going to try and come up with a solution over the weekend. But what’s on your mind?”

Susan let out a sigh as she sat next to him on the sofa. “Oh, Corin asked me to help him convince Cor to ask Aravis out on a real date. I saw them today, he’s obviously smitten with her.”

“And you already ship it,” muttered Edmund.

Susan grinned. “How could I not? They are so adorable together!”

“Uh-huh … don’t they argue a lot?”

“They weren’t earlier. I didn’t hear a single argument at the coffee shoppe.”

Edmund glanced at her in surprise. “Really?” No arguments at all? Did hell freeze over or something?” he asked when Susan shook her head.

She laughed. “I don’t think so. I think it’s because Cor is finally realizing himself that he has feelings for her. Corin said the closest he ever got to a confession was Cor admitting he might have been slightly flirting with Aravis.”

Edmund laughed. “Sounds like Cor too.”

“So I’ve been thinking of what to do to get Cor to ask her out,” continued Susan. 

Edmund played with his pencil. “Hmm … with Cor, that might be hard. Unlike Corin, he doesn’t make his feelings all that well known. He’ll make a great king for it though.”

“That’s true. What do you think, Edmund? You know him better than the rest of us.”

“And I would think Corin knows him better still,” pointed out Edmund.

“Right, but, you’re more observant than Corin.”

“No contest there,” remarked Edmund with a grin. He leaned forward and placed his chin in his hands, drumming his fingers against his mouth. “Well, we won’t be able to get Cor to ask her by himself for sure, and I highly doubt we could get him to ask her out to a simple dinner date.”

Susan sighed. “Then what would you suggest?”

“A party, for couples,” stated Edmund, a grin tugging at his lips.

Susan raised her eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yes, think about it, Cor would have to ask her to be his date for the night, but he wouldn’t think of it as a date, per say, since technically he won’t have to be obligated to be her date the whole night. But, between you and Corin, you can make it that way.”

“You might be onto something.”

“I mean, after all, when a guy is really nervous about taking a girl out, he likes to do it a parties first, with a bunch of people, so it makes it easy on his nerves and can open up some conversation between the two thanks to their friends. Unless, of course, you’re someone like Corin, and you’re just perfectly easy around everyone.”

Susan laughed. “Quite true. Well, then, I think we’ve got ourselves a plan. And I know exactly when to do it.” Edmund glanced at her questioningly as she grinned. “The Annual Christmas party,” she explained. Edmund’s face broke into a mischievous grin. “And I can assume you’ll help us?” she asked.

Edmund let out a sigh, though his grin and eyes were telling her he was going to enjoy it. “I guess I’d better, otherwise, you two might mess it up.”

“What? No we wouldn’t!” blurted Susan as she hit him. He burst out laughing before ttwo took to planning it all out.

The Annual Christmas party in Imiamos was always put together by the fauns and the nymphs, and it was always splendid. This year was no different. There might have been more mistletoe than usual, but a snickering Edmund with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes might have had something to do with that. Everyone came decked out in their holiday best, the ladies all wearing gorgeous gowns in every shade of the rainbow, the gentlemen usually having a flower in the matching color to indicate which lady was with which gentleman. Not everyone had a partner, but it was an age-old tradition that the fauns and the nymphs were quite picky about. So if someone came without a partner, there had better be a good excuse or they were promptly paired up with someone who didn’t have a partner. A tradition Susan was betting on to get Cor to ask Aravis to be his partner for the evening. And if not, she had already informed the fauns and the nymphs in charge of it that if they were without a partner, to partner them up. So far so good. She glanced at Peter and Lucy, Peter was with their parents talking to the guests, while Lucy was well into the games. Corin, to be on the safe side, asked Susan to be his partner, but he was coming in with his brother and Aravis. She glanced back at the door, which should be soon.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would have said you liked Corin,” muttered Edmund as he joined her.

“Edmund!”

He chuckled. “I know, you just want to make sure Cor and Aravis have their first date without really realizing it. But to someone who doesn’t know about that, it really does look like you are anxious for Corin to arrive.”

“Well I just might, with all the unwanted attention,” mumbled Susan as she crossed her arms and nodded in the direction of a certain guest from Calormen, Rabadash. “I’d rather a demigod at this rate.”

“No, no, the correct response is ‘I’d rather a god at this point’, considering not many of the gods are really that trustworthy.”

“No kidding. I’d probably go with either Apollo since he’s handsome but vain, or Hephaestus since he’s not the best-looking, but sincere.”

“And Rabadash is probably more Ares,” muttered Edmund.

Susan nodded vigorously. “Yes! And Ares is not one I really like, I would so prefer Hephaestus over him, any day.”

“But, for now, you have a handsome boxer,” stated Edmund, nodding in the direction of the door. There they were! All three had just entered, Corin was standing behind Cor, who had Aravis’ hand tucked in his arm. Aravis was wearing royal purple gown with silver accents while Cor had a royal purple rose tucked in his pocket. Susan let out a romantic sigh.

“They are so adorable!” she exclaimed softly. Edmund just rolled his eyes. By then, Corin had noticed them and was walking towards them, the pine bough he picked to match Susan’s forest green gown bouncing along.

“Alright, step one is complete, they’re here. Now what?”

Edmund shrugged. “Now we just need to make sure that they stay together the whole night and get them talking. Should be a piece of cake.” But boy was he wrong. First, Rabadash had to make a scene because Susan refused to dance with him, and Corin and Edmund had to practically pull him out of the ballroom. This caused them to lose track of Cor and Aravis, and when they finally found them again, Cor was talking with Peter while Aravis was dancing with another guy, and it seemed she was flirting with him. Corin and Susan quickly stepped in and broke up the couple and got Aravis back to Cor once the dance was over. They convinced Cor to take Aravis out to the dance floor, finally, and the three seemed to relax a bit.

“Well, that was a rocky start,” quipped Edmund. “Hope nothing else bad happens.”

“Compared to Rabadash’ complete and total meltdown at someone not giving into his childish ways, I think anything else will be … well, child’s play,” replied Corin with a grin.

“Let’s just get through the night in one piece,” muttered Susan.

“Yes, let’s,” remarked Edmund.

“So, Queen Susan, may I have this dance?” asked Corin with a bow.

“Certainly, we might not get another,” replied Susan with a curtsy. The two went to the dance floor and joined in, though while still keeping an eye on Cor and Aravis. When they returned to where Edmund was sitting, Lucy had joined him, and apparently he had given her all the details.

“Why didn’t you tell me anything? Aravis is my best friend!” stated Lucy with a pout as she crossed her arms.

“Sorry Lu, but I didn’t want you to get so excited that you’d give the whole thing away!” blurted Susan.

“She does have a point,” remarked Edmund. “Ow!” he exclaimed when Lucy pinched him.

Susan sighed. “Please don’t start, you two.”

“No, but seriously, I could have talked to her, found out if she liked him back, and dropped a few hints that he might like her!”

“She does have a point,” remarked Edmund. Susan shot him a glare. “What?”

“Ugh, can we keep to the task at hand?” blurted Corin. “I know family spats can be interesting to watch, but my brother still needs to admit he likes Aravis, and maybe find out if she likes him back!”

“Well, she kinda does …” began Lucy.

“She does?” all three asked incredulously.

“Yes, she just didn’t want to make the first move until she was absolutely sure he liked her back,” explained Lucy.

“Why didn’t you tell us this?” asked Susan.

Lucy shrugged. “You never asked.”

“She does …”

“Edmund, if you say that one more time I will drag you out of the ballroom myself and you can keep Rabadash company,” blurted Susan.

“OK, OK, but she is right. We didn’t ask her, we didn’t include her in this whole thing even though she is Aravis’ best friend, so to speak.”

Susan let out a sigh. “Fine then. Lucy, do you think you can keep Aravis close to Cor?”

Lucy saluted her. “Yes ma’am, you bet I can!”

“Good. Ed, you keep an eye on Cor. Corin and I will make sure no one else distracts them.”

“Right!’ they chorused before they set off to do their tasks, right before the next accident of the night. Jill Pole had left the games and had joined Lucy as she walked towards Aravis at the refreshments station. The three were getting some punch when a rowdy faun toppled the punch, all over Jill’s lovely crimson and gold dress. She let out a shriek as Lucy and Aravis jumped in with some napkins to sop up the liquid.

“Oh no Jill!” exclaimed Aravis. “And all over your lovely dress!” She shot the faun a glare before he slunk away.

“Really?” muttered Susan with a groan as she moved to join them.

“Well, there goes that. Sorry, everybody, but, I need to head back home. I’m not staying in this mess.”

“Someone should go with you,” stated Susan.

“Ugh, fine,” muttered Jill.

“Well, I could,” began Eustace.

“Thank you, Eustace, but, I’d rather a lady. I would like some help with it,” she stated as she glanced at the sad state of her dress. Susan and Lucy glanced at each other. Susan let out a sigh and nodded. Well, there went that. But maybe Lucy could still talk to Aravis about it later.

“I’ll go,” said Lucy.

Jill smiled at her. “Thanks Lu, you’re the best.” The two walked out slowly, the dress heavier now that it was wet. Susan let out a sigh and a groan as she turned to Aravis.

“Well, at least it wasn’t Rabadash throwing a temper tantrum,” quipped Aravis.

Susan laughed. “That’s true. I think that will forever be the worst highlight of this evening. And since we’re out of punch, would some lemonade work?”

Aravis chuckled. “I think that would work just fine.” The two went and got some lemonade.

“So, despite the, uh, interesting mishaps tonight, how are you liking it so far?” asked Susan.

Aravis nodded. “So far so good. I’ve been having a blast. I’m sorry I missed the Michaelmas party, but I can’t wait for Easter if it’s anything like this!”

Susan laughed. “Oh it will be, without the spilled punch hopefully.” Aravis laughed. Susan continued, “The fauns and the nymphs know how to throw a party.”

“So it would seem.”

“I, uh, noticed that you and Cor seemed to be having a pretty intense conversation during that last dance. May I ask what was it about?”

“Oh, Cor was complaining about his family. They sent him another message to remind him that while he doesn’t have to have a  girlfriend just yet, he needs to keep an eye out for some good possibilities. Being Crown Prince sure had its down-sides.”

“Well, knowing Cor, he probably already has his sights set on a girl, he just wants to finish up his studies before he makes any moves. My only concern is that she might get whisked away by another guy while he does that.”

Aravis glanced at her in surprise. “You think, you think Cor might already be interested in somebody?”

Susan did her very best not to start squealing, she thought she was getting somewhere! Instead, she merely shrugged. “It’s possible. I think it’s very likely, in fact. Corin was just telling me that whenever he and Edmund would talk about how pretty the girls were, Cor would just stay quiet. Corin said he used to chime in, but now he doesn’t.” Susan just about lost it when Aravis bit her lip with what looked like hope in her eyes as she glanced at the fellow in question. She still liked Cor! And that’s when the next most disastrous thing happened that night, a nymph tripped and spilled the lemonade all over Aravis.

“Good grief! What is with everybody tonight?” exclaimed Edmund as he and the twins rushed to help Susan and Aravis. Well, he found out real quick, both the fauns and the nymphs had been getting plenty of liquor, and the nymph he helped up after tripping, was acting pretty tipsy.

“Alright then, party’s over!” shouted Mr. Pevensie the instant he came over and found out. He was not thrilled that children were exposed to such actions, and his children especially.

“Well, good thing I won’t have to miss too much,” stated Aravis with a smile.

Susan chuckled nervously. “There really shouldn’t be liquor out until after the children have gone to bed,” she muttered.

“Well, there’s that. Shall we escort you home, Aravis?” asked Cor.

Aravis smiled. “Yes, I would like that. Thank you.” He smiled at her as he held out his arm to her. She placed her hand in the nook of his elbow, and the two walked out. Corin practically grabbed Susan’s arm and, followed by Edmund, followed them out.

“Why do we have to come?” whispered Edmund as they quietly followed the couple.

“Because I want to see this through,” whispered Susan.

“And you wouldn’t let your sister walk home all by herself?” asked Corin in a low voice.

“Why not? She’s mean enough she could take out a whole armada of pirates,” quipped Edmund. Susan shot him a glare.

“Susan? Queen Susan the Gentle take out a whole armada? Really, Ed, you must be joking,” returned Corin with a smirk.

“I didn’t say she had to fight them. She just gives them the mean mama look and they’d run away,” remarked Edmund with a smirk.

“Really you two,”  muttered Susan.

“Sh, we’re getting close!” whispered Corin. The three became silent as they quickly ducked around the corner. They glanced around the corner at the scene before them. Cor and Aravis had arrived at her house and he was seeing her to her front door when she paused and turned around.

“Well, um, thank you for inviting me. I had a lot of fun,” she said.

“Even with the lemonade spill?”

“That’s a problem for the dress, not for me,” she replied with a grin.

“Which is kind of sad, you looked really nice in it,” blurted Cor. The two glanced away as they began to blush. Susan bit her lip as she did her best to conceal her excitement. It was working after all!

“Oh, um, thank, thank you. You look really nice in your suit too.”

Cor cleared his throat as he ran his fingers through his hair. “Oh, um thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” Aravis replied softly as she grasped at her dress and began to twist the fabric. “Um, well, I guess I should get inside. Good night,” she said after a moment’s silence.

“Yeah, um, good night,” replied Cor. The two turned, Aravis to enter her house and Cor to leave. But Cor paused and turned back. “Um, Aravis?”

Aravis turned quickly. “Yes?”

“Would you, um … Corin and I are going to watch Captain Narnia this Saturday. Um, would you like to come with us?”

Aravis smiled softly at him. “Yes, yes, I would like that, Cor.”

He smiled back just as softly. “Good, we’ll pick you up around seven. Would that work?”

“Yes, I’ll be ready. See you Saturday.”

“Right, see you Saturday.” The two stood there for another second just looking into each other’s eyes, while the twin brother was currently high-fiving Susan and Edmund. Cor finally broke the gaze and walked away, but both had big, soft smiles on their faces.

Susan and Edmund had to tell everyone the story upon their arrival at the cabin, but Susan went to bed quite thrilled. She played matchmaker quite well. Who else could she pair up?

[the-knights-who-say-book]

HEY HEY HEY have you read the Evolution of Calpurnia Tate? Because if not you definitely should; it's got natural science and feminism and weird Texas people and a protagonist who very literally says that she wants a wife (mostly to escape the agonies of baking but still that's Pretty Damn Gay) and I love it so much

ok i read it years ago and HOLY SHIT i did not remember the mc saying that but i love it

[the-knights-who-say-book]

Hey hey hey I'm gonna crash in your inbox again to say HOLY SHIT I JUST READ AVI CANTOR AND I'M SCREAMING anyway if you haven't read it yet please do because I am in desperate need of more people with whom to yell about this beautiful gay trans Jewish fairy tale hOLY SHIT IT'S SO GOOD

ohhhhh my god i swear i was already going to get it like, tomorrow or the day after but. fuck. im gonna get it right nOW ok i’ve been following the author and getting hyped about this story for AGEs ok this is huge!! AHHHH

(FOR ANYONE WHO WANTS IN!! the book in question is Avi Cantor Has Six Months to Live and you should check it out!)

[the-knights-who-say-book]

Hey uhhhh sorry I keep crashing in your inbox but I just reread Queen of Attolia and I can't stop thinking about Attolia flat-out refusing to set up any temples to Hephestia because Gen's gods were responsible for Gen getting hurt and she refuses to worship them because they betrayed him and anyway I'm sorry I just felt an exceedingly strong urge to scream about this whilst it was fresh in my mind because good lord I love their relationship so much; honestly I'd probably die for them to be happy

honestly SAME QoA just… punches me in the gut so many times but Attolia “your gods betrayed you by giving you to me when they knew i would hurt you and for that reason i will never ever worship them” Irene (immediately followed by Attolia “i love you so much that i will break that promise because your life is more important to me than the fact that your gods risked it” Irene holy shit my heart) is SO FUCKIGN GOOD/PAINFUL

pls, the screaming is ALWAYS welcome in this inbox !!

[the-knights-who-say-book]

Hi it's me again sorry but I just finished The Thief and hOW did I go so long without ever reading this; sassy Eugenides makes my heart sing and also I love Pol and I miss him but I'm exceeding glad he pushed Ambiades off the cliff, the magus (god I hope he actually gets a name at some point because christ almighty that looks weird) is my salty uncle who is done with everyone's shit fight me listen I'm sorry but it's like 1 AM and I have Emotions, I'm sorry I know I'm babbling I'm an idiot SORRY

shit i know you sent this, ages ago, idk i have no sense of time but im SORRY about the wait!!

about the magus’s name. if you’ve moved on to the next book(s) by now you must know the unfortunate truth…. It Is A Mystery

but the fandom has THEORIES!!! (some of them have been refuted by MWT, it’s true, but that’s ok because they’re good and clever anyway)

and he IS the “salty uncle who is done with everyone’s shit” I LOVE THAT

trust me these books are very “it’s 1 AM and I have Emotions” kind of books it’s all good ( @aravencycle Knows This) dw i love your messages!!

[swilmarillion]

@fingersnapchaos don’t leave your tags where I can see ‘em

“Dungalef,” said Gothmog thoughtfully.  

“What about him?” said Mairon

“Just thinking,” Gothmog said.  “I can’t decide if that was really stupid or kind of genius.”

“Which part?”

“Using, like, the palindrome of your name, or whatever.”

“Stupid,” Melkor said. “Really fucking stupid.”

“Then again,” Thuringwethil said, “none of us noticed, so.”

“Why would we have? There are a lot of criteria on my pre-employment screening checklist, but ‘is your name a palindrome of the name of one of my enemies’ is not one.”

“It is now,” said Thuringwethil.  

“Not to be pedantic,” said Mairon, “but Dungalef isn’t a palindrome of Felagund.”

“Yes, it is,” Melkor said.

“Gimme,” said Mairon, holding out his hand to Thuringwethil.  She handed over the newspaper she was holding, crossword still half unfinished, and the pen in her hand.  “Look,” Mairon said, writing.  “D-u-n-g-a-l-e-f.  Which, backwards, is Felagnud.  The palindrome of Felagund is Dnugalef.”  The other three leaned in, looking at the letters thoughtfully.

“I don’t know why I assumed it was a palindrome,” Gothmog said.

“It almost is,” said Mairon.

“Idiot can’t even do his alias correctly,” Thuringwethil said.

“To be fair,” he said, “Dungalef sounds more like a name than Dnugalef does.”

“Neither one sounds much like a name,” said Gothmog.  “I mean, couldn’t he just have picked, I don’t know, Smith?  Something normal.”

“Okay,” said Mairon, “but look who we’re talking about.”

“Yeah,” Thuringwethil agreed.  “Nothing’s normal about these assholes.”

“Fucking Finwions,” said Melkor.

[swilmarillion]

@fingersnapchaos thanks, dude! @gooooothmoooog violence between friends is always a solid start to a story @ilsa-fireswan that boy is nothing if not logical. The logic behind the backup costume, however, is more along the lines of, ‘how much is my bf gonna want to do me while wearing this costume’

[swilmarillion]

@fingersnapchaos he's the best boy and I'm sure yours is also the best boy or girl as the case may be (ps that is the best typo omg)