susan has been moved to my multi @coeurmer

susan (and lucy) as the “virgin queen” motif

A JOLLY SIGHT TOO KEEN ON BEING GROWN-UP.       *        mavis’  𝖘𝖚𝖘𝖆𝖓 𝖕𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖊.

su vibes……

@sirensang

saw my work’s production of prince caspian today and it actually kinda revived my susan muse so maybe i’ll be here? possibly?

so i’m in a bit of a tight spot financially right now- my ei benefits have run out, and while i do start work this week at my job i won’t be getting my allotted full-time hours for at least a month. i owe $230 on a bill that i’ve already extended on that i just don’t have the money for.

my kofi is here, and i’m willing to make headers and promos and dash icons in repayment for people who’d like some. please help if you can and please share. i would really appreciate it 💕

the way this song may single-handedly revive my susan muse

🆈🅾🆄 🅷🅸🆃 🅷🅰🆁🅳 !! ind. prv. low-activity rp blog for 𝚃𝙾𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙺𝙾 𝙺𝙸𝙼𝙸𝙺𝙾 of xiaolin showdown. by mavis , 28-she/her. ©

Susan,

in case you couldn’t tell, susan is on hiatus. just not feeling her atm, so i’ll mostly be over on kimiko at @judoletteflip or annie @70th …. and maybe on rose @seacret

— Malia Makana, from “Like Differently Love.”

susan: this can't be the same brain i was using to read 750 page novels in 3 days during middle school

furs are very much a thing utilized and worn in narnia. even after the hundred years, winters are still very much a thing and very much cold - and narnians ( the talking beasts especially ) are strong believers in the using of the entire “dumb” animal, out of respect. they don’t expect their kings and queens to be vegetarian, because it’s not like they are.

A JOLLY SIGHT TOO KEEN ON BEING GROWN-UP.       *        mavis’  𝖘𝖚𝖘𝖆𝖓 𝖕𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖊.

“ you sound positively archaic. ” words scrape against her throat, wrap odd and harsh around her tongue as if they didn’t properly fit- susan SOOTHES it away with an inhale of menthol, exhaling a cloud of blue politely above peter’s golden head. it glows under the overhead light, like some saint or god. jazz and laughter filters through the hall door, muffled as though from another world. a funny notion, enough to elicit a brittle little smile upon her lips. crushing the cigarette delicately beneath her heeled toe, susan jerks her head towards the door. “ are you coming back in, or have you finished spying on me for the night? mary was giving you moon eyes for the past hour, she’d dance with you if you just asked. ”

@merryment ( peter pevensie ) said : that oath is still on us.