Reepicheep could just walk into Mordor. Easy-peasy.
He could definitely get there, but he wouldn't be my first pick as Ringbearer. I definitely don't think he'd have it any easier than Frodo and Sam. If I had to send Narnians to do the Fellowship's jobs, here's who I'd send:
Reepicheep could kill the Witch King of Angmar
Puddleglum and Hwin could take the Ring to Mordor
Caspian could take the Paths of the Dead, with assorted Old Narnians (Trumpkin, Trufflehunter, etc.) as backup. Drinian is along to sail the ships.
Puzzle could unwittingly contact Sauron via Palantir
Tumnus is my pick for improvising Boromir's funeral lament. We know he's musical and HHB shows that he thinks fast on his feet
On the flip side:
Faramir could stamp out the Green Lady's fire
Bilbo could joyously take the coracle over the edge of the world (unless it's the First Age, in which case it's definitely Eärendil)
Sam would do the Jill thing and rescue Puzzle from the stable, then immediately speed bond and refuse to let anyone hurt him
Any number of Middle Earth warriors could do single combat with Miraz, but I think Aragorn would come up with the plan on the spot the way Peter does. Very similar vibe to the attack on the Black Gate
Also:
Father Christmas could hand out gifts and cryptic advice in Lothlorien; Galadriel could arm the Pevensies and patch up the Beavers' dam
Lucy stands the best chance of anyone at finding the Entwives
Pippin and Cor would have a lot to discuss re: first experience in battle. Pippin and Corin would have a lot to discuss re: everything else
Ramandu and Coraikin have a biweekly book club with Tom Bombadil and Goldberry. Gandalf is also invited, but only pops by once in a great while
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I woke up and chose violence SO
König would never actually get over your passing. He would constantly tell himself it was never supposed to happen that way. He has been so careful, he really thought no one knew about you. But, unfortunately, he wasn’t careful enough and his enemies found out about you.
He would blame himself for dating you in the first place. If he didn’t, at the very least you would still be alive and well and he could watch you thrive from afar. But he was needy, selfish, he wanted you and now you’re gone.
König wouldn’t even dare wipe the dust off of your nightstand. Things in your shared apartment were exactly the same as you left them, just much messier. He was scared that if he cleaned up, you would disappear for good. Dust would pile up on whatever you left on the nightstand and he would fall asleep on your side of the bed.
He would still talk about you as if you were still there. Only the closest to him would know the truth. Everyone else would just think he is incredibly lucky to have someone wait for him at home.
He would always make two cups of coffee. Always. And he would sit down, set one in front of him, and talk his head off. Just like you two would always talk together over coffee.
Nights were the hardest, because as much as he could pretend you’re there during the day, it was more difficult to pretend when nightmares awake him and your side of the bed is empty.
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There's something to be said about Heaven Sent/Hell Bent, despite the Doctor overthrowing the Time Lord Council and spending four and a half billion years in the confession dial and him and Clara and Me meeting at the end of universe, therefore technically spanning the longest time span, being fundamentally the smallest in stakes of any of the modern Doctor Who finales. At the end of the day, there is no threat to earth or the galaxy or the universe or reality. It's just about two people and the way that they turn each other inside out and the way that they reflect each other as two sides of the same coin and the way their relationship was always going to end this way- with the flip of the coin, spinning in the air, each trying to override the other, each trying to take control of the story, each haunting each other forever.
It's under my microscope. It's rotating rent free in my head. It's everything good about Moffat's writing- fairytale vibes, wrenching character work, two characters that thematically parallel each other- and none of the bad, because he's not trying to be too clever or fuck with the rules too much, there's a couple of simple concepts played straight to their inevitable conclusions: Clara Oswald needs to die but the Doctor can't let it happen, he wants her to forget but she can't let it happen, so they both will do the most devasting things in the world to stop the other and they both get their way in the end but only in a way that will leave them haunting each other forever.
And it's so fucking good.
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begging the Netflix ATLA crew to stop giving interviews, every day there is a new article inflaming the Internet and you can literally see the Sims relationship decline animation happening in real time
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Price: What kind of movies do you like anyway?
Graves: I dunno. Westerns?
Soap: Predictable. What about sci-fi? Star Wars is basically a space Western.
Graves: Never seen it, actually.
*whole room goes silent*
Graves: What?
Price: Get your Yankee arse on the couch, Phil.
Soap, yelling down the hall: MANDATED STAR WARS NIGHT!!
Gaz: AGAIN????
Ghost: We just had one last week because Garrick called the guns phazers instead of blasters!
Price: GET ON THE COUCH.
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