#narnia boys

[aunmenosheteroenespanol]

2.12 Chimney Begins - 2.09 Hen Begins - 2.16 Bobby Begins Again - 7.04 Buck, Bothered and Bewildered

Tommy's family arc

[kingorqueenofnarnia]

Peter, fifteen and fresh out of a bloody and brutal war, sneaking out of Cair Paravel in the middle of the night and going to the river, sticking his head into ice-cold water to shock himself out of a nightmare riddled sleep. Narnia won, but at what cost?

Peter, lying in Susan's bed with his fingers curled tightly into the fabric of her skirts, dried tear tracks on his face and Susan singing quietly in an effort to comfort him. Her fingers pick apart the strands of his hair and he falls asleep only to wake up an hour later with screams on his lips.

Peter, wrapping his arms around an Edmund who has returned from war and murmuring frantic thanks to the Gods for keeping him alive. He presses kisses on Edmund's forehead, cheeks, nose and eyelids, and considers the idea of never letting any of his siblings out of his sight ever again.

Peter, sitting on the High King's throne at the age of thirteen and wondering if he is worthy of this, if he deserves this, if he is capable of this. He is thirteen and barely knows anything about anything and he is High King who should know everything about everything is he worthy is he deserving is he capable he does not know—

Peter, in Lucy's room sitting on the floor with his back pressed to her bed, allowing her to braid flowers into his hair as he stares at the wall. The Victory Parade is in a few hours, but they lost many soldiers and people and Peter has lost sleep and sanity and good friends. Narnia has won but Peter has lost.

Peter, carrying a candle to the Castle Library at two in the morning and pulling out a book about children's fables. He cannot sleep, might as well distract himself. The candle dies down and the sun comes up, and Peter drags himself back to his quarters to get ready.

Peter, who locks himself in his chambers and does not come out for days and days, who refuses food and drink and buries himself under his blankets and stares out the window with blank eyes and slack eyebrows, who does not speak and does not cry and pushes his face into his pillow and screams for the nightmares to go away please I'll do better I just want to sleep please stop please—

Peter, who wants peace and contentment, but cannot help but go to war. Peter, who is quiet and introspective but needs to be loud and abrasive because he is High King. Peter, who wishes he could put down the sword that he wields as easily as he breathes.

Peter, who desires peace, but becomes a God of War

[narniansteel]

My Roman empire is that time this 13 year old girl threw an arrow so hard it went through a man's armor and into his chest 🙂

[they-pevensie-me-rollin]

Edmund Pevensie in the Prince Caspian movie:

Cool, suave, sassy, teenage heartthrob material

Edmund Pevensie in the Prince Caspian book:

Literally eats dirt

[ladyminaofcamelot]

King Lune told Corin not to pick fights with people weaker than him cause that makes him a bully but if he wants to pick fights with someone bigger and get beat up that's his perogative and Corin really said "okay" then went off to pick a fight with a bear, huh.

[theworstfangirl]

I love that Narnia not only realises how many powerful, influential people Iruma has on his side, but calls out that Mephisto becoming wrapped around Iruma's finger too is a very real, very threatening, possibility. Seeing how our protagonists are viewed from the outside is always so good.

Demons calling Iruma a "monster" and being wary of him though... it hits different.

[justjudethoughts]

No thoughts, just Anthony Lockwood in dialogue with this Narnia quote:

"For this is what it means to be a king: to be first in every desperate attack and last in every desperate retreat, and when there's hunger in the land (as must be now and then in bad years) to wear finer clothes and laugh louder over a scantier meal than any man in your land." -King Lune, The Horse and His Boy

That is all. Continue with your scrolling.

[little-fandom-gal]

CS Lewis is one of the very few old male authors who seems to whole heartedly get the minds of young girls. Like, all of his main female characters are distinct and likable, and they never take a backseat to the male leads in terms of story time or relevance (sometimes even overtaking them!) The best part is you can tell it’s because he had a genuine love for the children around him like his goddaughter who he wrote the first Narnia book for. If this man were alive today, I can fully see him in a pink crown and jewelry having a tea party with his goddaughter regardless of how any other man at the function scoffed

[freakcliff]

seeing edmund in the horse and his boy is so much fun because going off of cs lewis's timeline he's here he's like 24 years old and he's been put in charge of a 12 year old who does NOT want to be put in anyones charge and you first meet him through him scolding what he believes to be said 12 year old for running off and later in the books hes like you're 12 you aren't allowed to fight in battles and its like. what do we think king edmund the just was doing at 12 years old. being king of an entire nation, having already fought in multiple battles. one of four humans in the entire country. no one is allowed to tell him what to do but his older siblings and truly how good is he at listening to them. he has nooo reference for what 12 year old boys Should be doing and now oh no he's lost the child. the child has gone missing in the streets of a foriegn capital

[nar-bo00]

──⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑁𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌⠀:⠀𝑌𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂⠀﹙⎯🐺♡ ﹚

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐷𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇!

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[white-boy-of-the-year]

White Boy of the Year - Round 1 Voting: Poll 3

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Happy voting!

[zannolin]

lucy talks to rabadash before aslan judges him.

she never knew him well—she's never been very interested in any of her sister's suitors, not unless she's certain she'll need to step in, and he seemed reasonable enough, if smug and rather small in personality when he visited cair paravel. she didn't understand why susan wanted to go to calormen, but she'd never stop her sister from something that might make her happy, and edmund was going with her, so it's not like anything could go wrong. and anyway, someone needed to stay at cair paravel while peter went to the north. lucy would rather have gone with peter, but she'd also rather susan not be alone in the south. susan's alone all too often while the rest of them venture out across narnia. it's only fair she gets to spread her own wings a little.

they never thought anything could go wrong, no matter what the reputation of the tisroc. but then suddenly the splendour hyaline is spotted at the mouth of the harbor, and the raven is bringing her news both joyous and grievous in turn of her siblings' northern flight, and now there's a stag come to tell her that rabadash and a company two hundred strong have come to lay siege to anvard. lucy has an idea what he's crawled out of calormen for, and it's nothing to do with archenland. judging by the sick look on her sister's pale face, susan can guess well enough herself.

it's that look that has lucy mounting up beside edmund and riding out to anvard at double time. there is very little she wouldn't do for her family, and the lion help anyone who is the cause of her sister's distress. in the end, it's probably better it was edmund who fought rabadash in battle, because lucy's not so sure she'd have spared him.

the morning before he is to be judged, she escorts herself to the chambers where he is confined, a knife in each hand, and locks the door behind her. he is unbound, but the look in her eye keeps him seated in the chair where she finds him.

"i should like you to know," she tells him, not bothering with proper greetings—he does not deserve them, after all—as she leans against the arm of the chair opposite his, "that your cowardly plan would never have succeeded, even without the warning."

rabadash sneers at her, and not for the first time, lucy wonders how he ever conducted himself to be anything more than the ass that he is.

"narnia's high king is a fool and a craven," he scoffs. "he never would have attacked the great land of calormen and my father, the tisroc, may he live forever, over something so trifling as a mere sister."

this is not his first mistake, but he is lucky that it isn't his last. lucy's face goes very still and very stern, and rabadash glimpses for one terrifying moment why the narnians all call her valiant. why she is named for the sea, the harsh and changeable mistress, and the flowers that grow back first after wildfires.

"i wasn't actually talking about peter," she says, her voice chillingly light, all pretense and formality dropped, "though if you think he wouldn't have marched on tashbaan to save our sister, you're a much bigger fool than i thought."

her tone makes it perfectly clear just how much of him she thought, and it certainly wasn't very highly at all.

she strides forward to stand before him, which would be a very foolish thing to do in a company of an unbound and dangerous prisoner if that prisoner were braver than rabadash and lucy were anyone else, and leans down to meet his eye. she's not very tall, queen lucy, and yet to him she seems like a giant—terrible and beautiful in an entirely different way than her sister. she's so close he can see a long white scar on her neck, can smell horse and leather and chainmail and clean sweat, can see how her hair is bound back for convenience and not beauty, and her hands are rough and capable.

he is aware, suddenly, that he is afraid. that perhaps he has been since she entered the room.

"know this, son of tashbaan," says queen lucy the valiant, and the smile on her lips does not at all match her eyes. "if you had laid even the tip of one finger on my sister, the queen, i would have skinned you alive."

she leans back just enough for him to breathe, and he gasps with it.

"and do you know what?" she asks cheerfully.

he doesn't want to know. she tells him anyway.

"i really don't think peter would have stopped me."

[fandomsarefamily1966]

I just realized that I’m not following enough blogs, so...

Reblog if you like/love any of the following:

Little Women

Anne of Green Gables

The Lord of the Rings

The Chronicles of Narnia

Doctor Who

Steven Universe

Gravity Falls

Amphibia

The Owl House

Percy Jackson

The Beatles

The Beach Boys

The Monkees

Pink Floyd

Queen

Anything 60′s or 70′s related

[lenoreamidala]

- c.s. lewis, 1954

[narniansteel]

Susan loved Narnia so much that she chose to forget it, because that hurt less.

[ladyminaofcamelot]

Do you ever think about the contrast in King Lune's parenting and the Tisroc's parenting and go a little insane? Cause here's the thing, Rabbadash and Corin are actually quite similar in some ways (eagerness to fight, quick tempers, and both crown princes, to name a few) but they are so different because they were raised by very different men. The Tisroc tells Rabbadash not to go to war unless there is a certainty of winning. King Lune tells Corin not to pick fights with anyone weaker. The Tisroc is aware he may be sending his son to die in war, and does not care. King Lune sees his son was in the battle and scolds him for it because he could have been hurt, but is also proud of his courage in defending his home. Like just the way you can see the differences in these two rulers and in the family is so artful to me. You can see a similar comparison with Aravis and Susan in Aravis' father vs Edmund. We see Edmund say that if Rabbadash wants Susan against her will it will be over his dead body, but no amount of pleading can pursuade Aravis' father not to marry her off, so she is forced to escape alone in her brother’s armor. A brother who went away to war, like Peter. And while Peter is alive and Aravis' brother is dead, neither of them come into the story except by mention. There are so many little foils and parallels throughout the book (especially with the general theme of twins) and it makes my little writer's heart so happy. I swear I could write a full essay on each one.