Happy women's day to these girlbosses!!

there's just something so captivating about the siblingship that edmund and lucy share throughout their lives.

like they were both born into a battlefield and, in the midst of war, one learns how to grow into the horrors that surround him while the other maintains a childlike simplicity. because of this, there's so many misunderstandings between the two children, a clash between the cynic and the idealist.

war has taken away much of their family. their father, their mother. both know this, and it affects them in different ways. but, then again, war has also changed him, spared him, and given him back. edmund never forgets.

because of this, there's an unspoken promise the two share between them.

you know i'll always have your back, right? you know that, no matter the circumstances, i'll always believe in you? i'm right behind you, i'll never leave you.

they're victors in their own right, heralding a golden age that no other royal could hope to outshine; but in the shadows, no one notices how much they've lost and lost and lost.

mum. dad. mr. tumnus, the beavers, oreius, and more.

because of this, there's no argument in the world that could ever tear them apart like that ever again. war separated many, but in turn it made them inseparable.

I like my clothes to be versatile and fit for any circumstances I may encounter in my daily life. For example, they must be fit to depart Rivendell with the Fellowship in the morning and have tea with Mrs Beaver and Mr Tumnus in the afternoon.

A while back I was into doing paintings that also included text. Normally I don’t like to handwrite fonts, but if it’s meant to look like something organic, like wood then it’s less intimidating for me to draw. So here's some Fantastic Mr Fox, Angry Beavers and Puss in Boots!

A movie for every year since I was born: The Chronicles of Narnia (2005)

anyone else screaming? because i'm screaming

A little moment I didn't catch the first time I watched this film but loved when I noticed it later: Mr. Holly admiring the model bridge and being embarrassed when Mr. Cushing catches him.

Camel: I can't get the Beavers off my head it's too funky

Also Camel: /studying for a degree in Animation/

(I was told to blame @gayvillainera for this? Please contact @jon-withnoh for further questions)

Car doodles

beaver when he's explaining narnia's history to a group of human siblings who haven't even been there for a whole two hours:

© Paolo Dala

illustration Pauline Baynes (1970) Chapter 10: The Hermit of the Southern March of The Horse and His Boy of the Chronicles of Narnia by C. S. Lewis (First Collier Books Edition)

The Good, Not Safe, Lion

In C. S. Lewis’ first Chronicles of Narnia Book, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, Lucy heard great stories of Aslan the Lion (C. S. Lewis’ Symbol for Jesus Christ)… Lucy asks Mr. Beaver:

Is He safe?

Mr. Beaver answers:

Safe? Don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.

That exchange was so good. C. S. Lewis is a master when it comes to arguing against extremist ideologies. Some, like most Pagans, believe that God is all wrath and judgment. On the other hand, others believe the complete opposite. God is all grace. You can sin all you want and He’s OK with it.

Quite frankly, a lot of Christians today believes the later. And this was just C. S. Lewis reminding us:

Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.

When you come to Him ask for repentance and accept His salvation, He’ll forgive you and accept you in His Kingdom… If you don’t, He’ll bring down judgment on you in His own time.

I'd like to think there is a pen pal system for anyone who so wishes to participate in Narnia. It's true that for many, adventure comes in the form of riding into a mysterious forest or sailing off in uncharted seas. However, at its core, adventure is about journeying into the unknown. And really anyone can do that with just parchment, quill, and ink. So that's exactly what Queen Susan the Gentle sets off to do.

You see, despite being in the good company of her siblings, Mr. Tumnus, and the Beavers, Susan often feels isolated and bored within the castle walls. There's a bit of guilt added to these emotions too, because boredom is a byproduct of safety, and Susan truly does not intend to wish for anything more eventful after the war with the White Witch. It's just, there is something so irritating about the formalities that separate her from her people. She knows they mean well, but she wishes she had the friendly charm that graces Lucy or the open wit and jestlike nature that Edmund is starting to sport. And Peter... well, she wonders momentarily if this is something akin to what he feels as High King. How odd, to have so much power in the palm of your hand, yet lack the power to make a simple friend, based on status alone.

Well, that's why she finds hope in this system; for the first time in a long while, she might just be able to make a friend, a genuine one that would see past her role as Queen. If it works out, she'll tell Peter. God knows he could use a friend of his own, not the pompous excuses that butter him up for their own interests. She hadn't expected it to work so seamlessly.

Her partner conversed with her as if she were an old friend to begin with. The envelopes were bursting with pages upon pages of narratives; in fact, the seal was almost threatening to tear. If Susan didn't read the letters, she would think her pen pal was lonely and in desperate need of someone to talk to. Fortunately, that isn't the case.

Rather Susan's partner in writing was a merchant at the core of her city's activities, a centaur always coming and going with things to sell. She's quite the talker to anyone who will hear her and in her letters she claims that she can hook the attention of any child at the market. Susan can see why. There's eagerness in the centaur's words, a vibrancy that makes the pages come alive with scenes of the town she lives in. It's intriguing. She considers telling her to become an author; considers being her patron. Over the course of time, Susan loves her pen pal so much that it scares her. She wishes she could write with as much detail, wishes that they could meet to talk more, but her identity would be given away, and she'll lose her friend. So the letters will have to do. At some point, they begin to send each other small gifts. The centaur starts the tradition during the winter for Christmas season, but Susan continues it. It never quite stops. At some point, Susan becomes careless, excitedly gifting quite remarkable trinkets because it's what her friend, best friend, deserves, objects that the centaur knows she can sell a great deal for, but never does because something tells her she shouldn't. At some point, in the late, late night, it dawns upon the centaur what the crest on the crimson seal signifies and she drops the envelope. It can't be.

It is.

When asked about her identity, Susan spawns a grand total of forty three drafts for a letter she never thought she would have to write. She's built so much trust with this friend of hers, and she doesn't want to lose it.

"Dearest friend of mine, there's so many things I wish to say but I don't have the talent to find the right words like you do. All I can say is that what you assume is true. But please, I beg you, treat me no differently from those you would cherish close to you."

Susan anxiously waits for a response and cries when she doesn't receive her letter at its usual two weeks. She's absolutely positive that she ruined it. Her siblings are alarmed at the sudden loss of her composure lately, never having seen their sister so withdrawn and morose. Edmund is the first among them to figure out what the root of the problem is; once he does, Lucy and Peter struggle greatly to stop him from sending out a search party to track the one who broke his sister's heart. He eventually backs off, but he'd be damned if he didn't find a way to make things right again. In the meantime, Lucy and Peter try to snap the Gentle out of it, but nothing really works.

On Thursday on the fourth week after Susan sent that letter, one of the staff alerts the three monarchs (Susan hasn't come out of her room in so long) that a citizen requests an audience with them. Specifically with Susan if possible. Peter raises an eyebrow. He meets the gaze of the other two. Under normal circumstances they wouldn't so easily entertain a request, but anything potentially concerning Susan is an exception.

"Bring them in."

The centaur is out of breath, but she looks around.

"Your Highnesses," she huffs out, bowing, "Forgive me, but where is-"

"Susan?" Edmund interrupts with a quirked lip. There's something alight in his eyes, the centaur discerns, something along a simmering anger or blazing mischief. She's a good reader at people, which is how she could recognize the letter coming from Susan out of all the four monarchs, but when it came to the Just King she couldn't tell which of the two emotions presented itself more. Then again, she could barely look him in the eye to begin with, so maybe that had something to do with it. If it weren't for his ranking, the centaur would have squinted in suspicion. She knows better than to risk her head for that.

"I couldn't send the last letter as the mail deliverer's wife had a baby and I knew Her Majesty would think something was wrong and I came all the way over here to assure her I haven't thought ill of her or our friendship."

Lucy and Edmund look at each other. The centaur reads the look in their eyes as distrust.

"I'm the one she sends letters to, I promise. Here! I even have some of them as evidence. Just please, let me talk to her. I fear I must have put her in a sour mood, judging by her absence."

She shows them the letters, and sure enough it's Susan's handwriting, a calligraphy that's known across the land to be impossible to forge. Edmund steps off his throne, and so does Lucy.

"We'll take you to her," Lucy says with a smile.

If the castle corridors rang with the teasing words, "We found your girlfriend Su!" and the Gentle became the Rapid with how she came out running to greet her best friend with open arms, well, that's between the four of them, isn't it?

“Gimme holy water i can bless the non acheivers all those beliebers believing in Justin Bieber I’m not that eager to say that I’m a believer im the Non disputed captain of the angry beavers I Have a blog in which I blog bout angry beavers and Nickelodeon but Disney channel was probly cleaner I was probly mean back yeah I was probly meaner But You’ll never catch me in a prison from a misdemeanor Sentimental bout skeeter And Doug funny Ppl start reminiscing bout Lola and bugs bunny Maybe mr krabs would say that he loves money I’m not mr krabs but Ill say that in sum Mary Bc I do not love money”

Caspeter, but in a Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement AU.

Okay, but hear me out.

Peter takes Mia's role.

Caspian takes Nicholas' role.

Aslan takes Clarisse's role.

Miraz takes Nicholas' uncle's role.

"And now," said Lucy, "do please tell us what's happened to Mr. Tumnus."

"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe" - C. S. Lewis