#narnia the lion the witch and the wardrobe

[valancedbreakfast]

i got confused by that book list at first because I'm pretty sure the lion the witch and the wardrobe is the second book in the Narnia series but then i realized the joke is probably that they've broken the book into several

but like... there's already several of them

So sorry to become someone who steals tweets but this is so funny

[aesthetic--mood]

Narnia Summer Aesthetic

[satellitesketchbook]

Queen Susan 🏹💛🌿

[thewritingautisticat]

Thanks for the tag!

My taste in movies is kinda all over the place and I love different movies for different things so it's hard to pick favorites but here goes!

(Would add Spiderverse up there but it was already in the last poll so I won't)

Tagging: @sparkles-rule-4eva @late-to-the-fandom @tildeathiwillwrite @thefinaljediknight @stargazer-luna and open tag!

Thanks for the tag, @traveleorzea! Making a new post because the other was getting long.

Also these are honestly just the first movies that I could think of that I Really Like because I suck at picking favorites adfasd (also leaving aside LotR because that's technically three movies)

Tagging:

@granny-griffin, @kanerallels, @katiethedane12, @thewritingautisticat, @roger-reblogs, and anyone else who'd want to participate!

[mando-lore]

shout out to Harry Gregson Williams for forever changing my brain chemistry at the age of 13 with the Narnia score

[ahalal-uralma]

It’s that time of year to start watching. ❤️

[baelaria]

Coming back from Narnia pt. 1 Peter

After getting back, the Pevensies feel out of place, wrong. Merely seconds ago they were kings and queens of Narnia, Susan and Peter almost reaching thirty years of age; and now they are thrown into reality, into young bodies who have barely grasped the concept of life.

When they get back to London and their family house Helen ( their mum ) is thrown off by their behavior. What on earth happened to her kids that might have changed them in such a wast introspective?

Her kids, that she thought she knew so well, are now completely different people. From the affection they all show her to the new intellectual level her children have reached. It all seems surreal, almost impossible.

And one of the most off-putting things she realizes, in matter of time of course, is that all her children have a fond respect of their oldest brother, Peter. And for Helen, this might’ve been even more off-putting, is that he not only likes it but demands it.

When his father first gets back from war, for a few weeks it seems House Pevensie has been thrown into the front lines of a new found war. There is a certain kind of tension you can usually feel before an explosion, and boy does it scare the family.

Peter and his father don’t fight, but you can certainly feel there’s something in the air that tastes only too well like gunpowder. Peter does not really accept at first that he actually isn’t the head of the family, and his father notices right away.

At first it’s benevolent glances and kind smiles, kissing the top of his head before standing up to go fetch the newspaper in the morning. His father loves him, of course, but like this he is also reminding Peter that at the end of the day he is merely a thirteen year old boy with too deep eyes and a feeling of asserting dominance.

But then one day Peter makes a silly comment, mumbling under his breath about how he can’t keep the children in line, and his father is looking at him, deep in his rage, and finds a knowing look, almost mocking, from his oldest.

He’s smacking his fists on the table, pointing to Peter’s room without a word, white rage in his eyes. The others say nothing.

And in that moment a hurtful realization hits Peter. His father doesn’t respect him like he wants to because Peter is not High King anymore, he’s not an adult. In his father’s eyes he’s just an impertinent child who needs a scolding.

And so he leaves it, doesn’t demand constant respect anymore, even though it gnaws away at his own persona. He feels like leaving the role of High King behind him is like leaving Narnia behind him, like a past life. And he’s not completely ready to just do that.

So he asserts his dominance ( almost like an animal, like a lion ) in school. He makes everyone clear that his siblings are not to touch or disrespect. Especially his sisters.

Once in the first weeks of school a stupid fool thought to make a move on Susan, calling her pretty, dashing, extraordinary. But slowly, very slowly, his hand on her upper hip moved lower and lower, and slowly, very slowly, Susan began to feel uncomfortable.

Of course she could’ve hit him. She was a queen, after all. Nobody could touch her without her consent, especially in places that made her feel uncomfortable.

But as soon as the thought crossed her mind, she already saw a golden mane shining in the morning sunlight, directly pointing at her and the silly boy. She saw two big strong hands placing themselves on the shoulders of the boy with an immense force, and a moment after the boy was on the floor, spitting out grass and dirt.

Peter looked at the boy fuming with rage, and wanted to hit again, but was met with Susan’s reassuring hands on his chest, stopping him from hitting the boy properly. At the end Susan was called the Gentle for a reason.

But after that curious episode, no one dared to touch Susan again. A few bullies tried to properly beat Peter once in a while, but after nearly six months, Peter was unreachable.

And so his respect was also earned in school, after time also by teachers.

But at home, his father was the head of the family. And it was almost too bitter to be reminded that. From High King to respectful son.

[callsign-blue]

What happened to the motherfuckers that played the older version of the Pevensie’s in Narnia. Like they were so attractive and then proof never saw them again what happened? What are they up to now?

[thepunkpanther]

THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA: THE LION, THE WITCH AND THE WARDROBE (2005)   

[stargazer-luna]

A poem I wrote a while back... from Edmund's pov

Even a Traitor May Mend

I thought some of my fellow Narnians might enjoy this...

(Version in Runic under the cut)

[urisk-factor]

A quick Mr. Tumnus and a background attempt

[darklinaforever]

You love Edmund too?! Love his character.

I love Edmund! And I'm fascinated by the relationship he formed with the White Witch. It was so satisfying when he destroyed his wand at the end of the first movie and stabbed him in the back in the 2nd.

Oh, and I totally understand the appeal of Casmund, even if I don't actively ship them.

[tallowandport]

If I found myself in Narnia, I’d immediately go looking for dragon treasure- because Fuck YES I wanna be a fucking DRAGON are you KIDDING? Outta the way, Eustace Scrubb, I’m getting that cursed gold!

Aslan would show up like “my child, I can turn you back into a human” and I’m just over here “no thanks, God, I’m good.”

(I am aware that technically turning into a dragon was a metaphor for greed and capitalism in Narnia- but for this specific post, I'm just talking about turning into a dragon, no metaphors involved)

[satellitesketchbook]

Narnia re-prints are here, just in time for the holidays! 🧣❄️ Check out my shop for more original narnia fanart prints and stickers 🫶

[lazyzineknightwobbler]

Sorry we melodramad your fantasy book. Yeah, the bomb ass sound track is meant to lead your emotions, the special effects were to die for, the characters are all stock characters, the dichotomy of good and evil (its there), yeah it has a cyclical plot, oh the reliance of fear and othering yeah its there, the sence of poetic justice mhmm, sory it was made for mass entertainment.

[baelaria]

Coming back from Narnia pt. 2 Edmund

When Edmund is put back into the body of a ten year old, after having a taste of adulthood, he’s absolutely distraught. His chess pieces, Cair Paravel, the street lamp, everything’s gone.

He looks at his siblings, almost likely suffering, and they slowly stand up, hand in hand, facing the now strange world once again.

At home Helen doesn’t notice much change in her youngest boy. Apart from the newfound affection towards her and his beloved people and the interest he seems to cultivate in war strategy and chess, he looks like the boy he was before the beginning of the war.

But nothing’s like it seems.

Edmund is pestered by violent dreams full of war and bloodshed, just like Peter is. But he somehow controls them better, at least doesn’t wake up screaming at the top of his lungs. Even though sometimes he does wake up in the middle of the night, and not for the scared screaming of his brother next door, and so he silently rises from his bed, clutching tightly his night robe, scared to hit something in the dark as he ascends down the corridor to his older sister’s bedroom.

Susan barely even opens her eyes as she feels Edmund hugging her tightly, pressing his tear stained cheeks in her nightgown silently, listening to her shallow and regular heartbeat.

She slowly moves her hands through his hair until he calms down and stops shaking, until his breath becomes shallow and regular as well.

She doesn’t sing a melody, nor comforts him with words. She knows that nothing will ever fill the deep chasm that is inside Edmund’s heart since he began fighting at the ripe age of eleven. And she doesn’t mention it during the day. But their mother has found them countless times curled up into one another well past the rise of the sun, also comforting one another in deep sleep.

Edmund’s teachers find him astonishing. He’s very talented and good with words, so precise with his wording that a few classmates have started to call him silver tongue.

Ed’s flattered, but every time he hears that name he makes a very nostalgic expression, almost like remembering something far, far away.

Mostly because his counselors used to call him silver tongued, also astonished by his long formal and exquisite letters he used to write to neighboring countries in the name of Peter the Magnificent.

But he is not only good with words.

As soon as he joins the chess club, which, obviously, is one of the first things he asks to do to his mum shortly after coming back; he finds truthful rivals worth many long nights in front of fireplaces with a chessboard at hand.

His rivals actually never find a way to understand his strategies, but once or twice somebody manages to beat him. Maybe after having had a short chat with one of Edmund’s sisters, but that he mustn’t know of course.

So through this valid rivalry he does find one or two friends and so often invites them to play against him in front of a freshly made pack of Turkish delights and a hot cup of tea. Who is to say no that ?

But Edmund also takes on fencing. Sure, the literary courses and activities are between his favorites, but he dearly misses fighting with a sword at hand, forever reminiscing the time when he always had a sword at his side and a shield in his hand.

So he takes on fencing. And he is surely grandiose at it. Actually, after not even a week, he even manages to beat the instructor, who baffled, must also somehow explain to his other students how Edmund beat him, even though he himself cannot really formulate a proper explanation.

So, bored, Edmund forces his brother to take on fencing as well.

At first Peter isn’t really delighted of the idea, thinking that the balance of fencing is completely different, making it hard for such a prude knight as him, but somehow Edmund manages to convince him, and boy was it the right decision.

Edmund and Peter right away find a kind of balance of their own, swinging through the classroom light as feathers. A few students even think that they’re dancing instead of fencing. But the Pevensie brothers just have a connection of their own, different from all kinds of stuff those people had seen before.

Ah, and of course another hobby of his. Edmund deeply enjoys reading, often also to other people. He loves reading lavish tales about faraway kingdoms to Lucy, who loves to be lulled into his arms while imagining those faraway kingdoms.

But he also appreciates silence while reading.

All the siblings know where to find their brother when they’re desperately searching for him, and he is overjoyed to be found in the library, feet tucked under his legs, arms with book in hand resting on the mahogany leather armrest of the comfortable chair he was sitting in.

His library back in Narnia was almost as big as a small ballroom, but back in London he has to settle with a single wall full of books.

But that does not stop him from buying more books. The bookshop employees of the little bookstore at the angle of a small street know him very well by now, even offering discounts, knowing he will always be back for other books that might peek his interest the next time he visits the little bookshop.

And so also Edmund has left a piece of his soul back in Narnia, desperately trying to fill the hole with hobbies and interests he also had back there.

But nothing will ever feel like Narnia, except - maybe- returning there…