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Snufflesw
"...It's a habit that I never broke..." → https://www.youtube.com/c/Snufflesw/about he/him autistic 18 year old from sweden. multifandom; writes about everything and anything i want.
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Later, Jill would say the night had glittered. Perhaps this was hyperbole, but only just. It had seemed to glitter, and that was near enough to the real thing.
Experiment House did not have formal dances; the board didn’t hold with such things. Yet when Jill had showed the dress that she had brought back from Narnia to the whole company (as Peter called the Friends of Narnia in those days), Susan had vowed with startling vehemence to find a place for Jill to wear it. So, when a few weeks later she received an invitation to a formal Christmas ball held at some estate she’d never heard of, Jill knew at once who was responsible.
She had gone to Scrubb rather shyly and asked if he would escort her, and of course he had agreed. “You could dig your clothes up,” she suggested, but Scrubb had wrinkled his nose and said he’d rather not. Probably they were in some stage of decomposition by then, at any rate. Scrubb said that he’d borrow something of Edmund’s, and that was the end of that.
Except it wasn’t, because a note in Susan’s own delicate cursive arrived a day later, this time insisting that Jill come to Susan’s apartment the afternoon of the ball so that she and Lucy could help her get ready. There was a postscript in Lucy’s looping hand which asserted that she would be very cross if Jill did not accept the offer, and that she would contrive some excuse for an absence if Jill’s parents were not amenable. Jill returned a speedy reply saying that yes, she would love to visit and no, she didn’t need an excuse, and then immediately began counting down the days until the ball.
Lucy met Jill at the train platform. “Susan’s still making arrangements at home,” she said cryptically, and immediately set about inquiring about the end of the term (“dull, in a good way”) and whether she’d enjoyed the novel Lucy had lent her (“I’m not quite finished, but I can’t believe she left!”). Jill felt something in her chest uncurl. She had never had much in the way of female friends before, but this—this felt right
Susan’s apartment smelled faintly of roses. There were soft, purple drapes in the windows that let the light in just so, a dining table with a lace cloth laid across it, and an artist’s easel in the corner. Susan greeted Jill with an embrace and guided her into the bedroom, which had a lovely white dressing table with a tall mirror off to one side.
“Should I change into the dress?” asked Jill.
“Goodness! No,” Susan replied. “Putting on the dress is the last thing you do—after makeup and hair and whatnot. It gives the dress less time to wrinkle and you don’t risk getting powder or rouge on it.”
“Not that Narnian dresses are at much risk for wrinkling,” put in Lucy, who was fiddling with the radio.
Susan sat Jill down in the dressing table and laid an assortment of makeup palates out in front of her. “Have you worn makeup before?” she asked gently.
“No,” said Jill, “never.”
“Would you like to? I can do it very lightly for you, I promise”
“Alright,” said Jill with a small smile, “I’m game for anything.”
Susan applied a soft cream, followed by face powder and a light pink rouge. Lucy sat on the bed, laying something out that Jill couldn’t see in the mirror. On the radio, Peggy Lee crooned a sad song about some love she had lost. “I wonder,” thought Jill, “if this is what it feels like to be a queen.”
She was about to ask the question aloud when Susan intruded on her thoughts. “Close your eyes and spread your lids like so.” She made an odd sort of face, open mouthed and eyes shut gracefully with long lashes brushing pink cheeks. Jill attempted to do the same, and suppressed a giggle.
When she opened her eyes, she saw that Susan had put a soft copper shadow across her lids and lined her eyes with a brown pencil. Black mascara was the finishing touch.
“Oh,” Jill breathed.
“Only brows left,” said Susan, putting her hands on Jill’s shoulders and meeting her eyes in the mirror. “Lipstick later, right before you walk out the door.”
When Susan had finished darkening her brows with a brown pencil, she stood aside and allowed Jill to stand up. Only then did she see what Lucy had been doing on the bed.
A small assortment of necklaces, bracelets, and earrings had been lovingly laid out on top of the covers. They were all different shapes and stones and metals, but there was some undefinable character that they all seemed to share in common. Jill couldn’t quite describe it, but she was certain it was there.
“You’re welcome to paw through Susan’s jewelry box too, if you like,” said Lucy, “but since you have the dress, I thought you might like to borrow some of mine. I collect jewelry that reminds me of Narnia, see?”
That was it. None of the jewelry would have looked out of place in Narnia; all of it was a comfortable weight, elegant, and light-catching.
“These are costume,” added Lucy, indicating several of the pieces.
Jill held up a little silver charm with what looked like a topaz in the center. “Would this go with the dress, do you think?”
“Yes, I think so,” answered Susan, at the same moment that Lucy suggested ���Why don’t you lay it out and see?”
The topaz charm did indeed go with the dress, as did a gold-colored armband with what looked like an ocean wave design and a woven headband that Susan supplied. “Your hair’s not long enough for an updo,” she explained, “but I’d at least like to brush it out for you.”
When this was done, Susan and Lucy helped Jill into her dress and her jewelry. “Of course, you’d have a lady’s maid to do this for you if we were really in Narnia,” said Lucy. “Arm out—”
“Well, I have queens of Narnia to dress me. That’s better, isn’t it?”
“Not necessarily,” said Susan. “My first maid was a dryad who could do miracles with updos. I don’t think, in all the years I knew her, my hair ever went flat before the night was over.”
“That’s true enough, but do you remember the first time we visited Archenland, when Queen Lora came in to help us dress before we were presented at our first ball?” Lucy stopped fussing with Jill’s sash and stood up. “She wasn’t a perfect lady’s maid, but there was something special in it. She was a queen and so were we, but for a few minutes she was almost like our mother. Remember what she said about—”
“—about the way a queen must hold her shoulders. Yes. Of course, how could I forget?” Now, Susan stood up too. “Done. How do you feel?”
“Beautiful. Comfortable,” Jill replied.
“Yes, Narnian clothes are like that.” Lucy elbowed Susan in the ribs. “Why in the world didn’t we wear our Narnian things back through Aslan’s door in the air? We had the opportunity!”
“We would have looked awfully odd standing on the platform in silk and ermine.”
“Oh, as if that would have mattered!” Lucy gave Jill a cock-eyed grin. “Oh well. At least we get to see you in this. You are really lovely, Jill.”
“Perhaps we should dig up Scrubb’s things up. Even if they are decaying and dirty, we could clean them and cut the fabric up, and you two and the boys could each have a square to carry in your pockets…”
Jill was bouncing on the balls of her feet now. “Glittering. That’s how I feel. Like something Narnian, comfortable and elegant. Like something that catches the light.”
“You are Narnian,” Lucy replied. “You always will be.”
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Thinking about Dylan inviting Ryan to an all-day music festival and Ryan's like; 😌✨ Respectfully king🥰 absolutely 😇 the ✨fuck🚫 not💀 I'll pick you and your friends up😘💕 at the end of the night 💅 but I'd literally😍 rather die 😌✊than attend 💁♀️
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Everyone keeps headcannoning Dylan and Ryan moving in together but... get this. Dylan, Ryan and Kaitlyn move in together. 2 bedroom apartment. You would think.... "Oh. No. Kaitlyn is gonna be third wheeled!"
But in reality, Ryan will be the third wheel.
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Dylan: Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight.
Nick: But are you shuffling?
Dylan: Everyday.
Chris: What language are you two speaking???
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Laura: Who the fuck added me to a fucking groupchat?
Max: >:0 language!
Dylan: Yeah watch your fucking language.
Ryan: Okay, who taught Dylan the fuck word?!
Jacob: “The fuck word”.
Abigail: Are you stupid? You guys use the F word all the time.
Kaitlyn: Oh my god, she censored it.
Emma: Say fuck. Abi.
Laura: Do it, Abi. Say fuck.
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Can we talk about how Dylan is super observant and it's literally canon? He's attentive, he pays attention to people's body language and tone and then he acts accordingly.
Whenever he accidentally upset someone as "Blasè-Dylan" by being flippant or making a joke, he immediately remedied it. Changing the topic and smoothing it over or even telling another joke to lighten the mood. Eg;
When Ryan thought he was making fun of him for listening to podcasts
When he almost outed Abi as a virgin
He realised "oh shit I put my foot in my mouth" and fixed it right away without directly bringing attention to it. We see these little glimpses of "Dylan-Dylan" all the way through the game. The softer, more mindful side to the wise- wise cracking smart ass.
Ryan says "smooth" sarcastically but he IS smooth. He's genuinely charming and while he mostly uses it for jokes and deflection (and flirting with Ryan), he also uses it to control the flow of conversation to take the heat off someone who's uncomfortable, like Abi during truth or dare and also himself in general lmao.
One of the most interesting moments in the game is when Laura shows up at the lodge door after Nick turned and Ryan's being defensive/protective and doesn't want to let her inside. Dylan tells Ryan "You're not in charge." And opens the door to let her in. He identifies that Ryan is stressed and getting angry, so Dylan takes the decision out of his hands.
Dylan-Dylan is more than capable of taking charge of a social situation, he just chooses not to most of the time. Maybe it's out of awkwardness, maybe he just prefers to be the conversation buffer for other people rather than the focal point. Maybe it's because he's not brave and doesn't see himself as a leader. But we know he's capable of it because we see him do it
It's one of the reasons I'm curious why people saw the scene where Dylan tells Ryan about "Dylan-Dylan" and perceived that as anxiety because his actions just aren't the actions of someone with anxiety (imo). Awkward? Definitely. But not anxiety.
He's so socially conscious while also being awkward. Maybe his awkwardness is what forced him to become so attentive and observant. But that's on being a three dimensional character. If only one character got properly fleshed out, I'm so glad it was him because he gets more interesting every time I replay the game.
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the other counsellors feature on emma’s youtube channel a lot. here are the titles of some of the compilations her fans made: (part one, part two, part three, part four)
dylan annoying kaitlyn for 6 minutes straight
every time jacob and nick burst out into the ‘peanut butter pops’ song
dylan and ryan distracting each other for 10 minutes not-so straight
emma and abi being couple goals for 15 minutes and 22 seconds
every time dylan mentions steve harrington and eddie munson in the most recent video
dylan lenivy being chaotic for 12 minutes gay
nick, jacob and dylan laughing for absolutely no reason for almost 14 minutes
abi blyg being the sweetest human alive <3
dylan and ryan being couple goals for 17 minutes
every time jaocb custos fixes his hair in a video that’s only five minutes long
every time the other counsellors swoon over/compliment nick’s accent
the very best of the nick, jacob & dylan take over
max and laura being the parents of the group for almost 9 minutes
dylan and ryan gazing lovingly at each other for about 5 minutes
max being confused for 8 minutes and 52 seconds
laura being a queen for 4 minutes straight
the very best of ‘counsellors react’
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Today I introduced my sister to “the problem of Susan” and I had to explain to her that Susan was left out of Narnia cuz she liked boys and lipstick now and without missing a beat she said but what about Peter? Does Peter not like girls? And I knew she was pointing out the inherent misogyny at the center of the “the problem of Susan” but the implications of that question are a source of much hilarity to meeee LMFAO like Does Peter not like girls? Does he like boys? Is he Gay? Is Narnia really just a homo-utopia where Lucy is also a lesbian and Edmund is a bisexual disaster and Susan was kicked out cuz she was too straight??? Can I make CS Lewis turn over in his grave with this new reading?
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HOW DO PEOPLE FALL ASLEEP SO FAST I DON’T UNDERSTAND I HAVE TO CREATE AND ACT OUT A WHOLE FUCKING MOVIE LENGTH STORY IN MY HEAD AND THEN CONTEMPLATE THE MEANING OF LIFE BEFORE I EVEN FEEL TIRED AND THIS BITCH STARTS SNORING IN TWO MINUTES
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