the butler did it

[whynot]

I wonder how much of this irrationality I can blame on PMS, as if once a month I am possessed by some demon and cannot be held accountable for any of my actions. I have a 9 AM class, a meeting with a career counselor, a shortly vaguely bullshit-ish research proposal to write before the evening, yet here I am to tell you of some of my recent irrational decisions.

1. narniaexchange is where the Narnia Fic Exchange will be happening, guys. First of its kind! (I think!) And I am, bewilderingly enough, CO-MOD. I have never moderated anything before (except moderation). What makes me think I have time to do this? I'm hoping that the adage "if you want something done, give it to a busy person to do" will work in my favor. We're still passing the rules back and forth right now, but it's pretty much the standard 'you request a type of fic and someone else writes it for you' sort of thing. I think the minimum word-count requirement will be 800. I will be writing as well as modding, and I will probably be requesting Edmund/Susan. JUST SO YOU KNOW.

2. More things that shouldn't take up my time, but has and will!

Step 1: Put your MP3 player on random.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 35 songs that play.
Step 3: Let everyone guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4: Bold the songs when someone guesses correctly. (Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!)

I skipped songs in languages with non-Latin alphabets because I don't wanna transcribe them. Skipped instrumentals 'cos duh. Skipped songs whose first lines I can't quite understand and can't find online. Skipped 'Hey Jude' because come on. If you guess right, you have the option of having me drabble for you, and it doesn't even have to be Narnia.


1. there's no one in town i know (jimmy eat world, hear you me)
2. electricity, eye to eye
3. so the fields are stubble, the garden is done
4. starvation is a creation of the devil
5. harry truman, doris day, red china, johnnie ray (billy joel, we didn't start the fire)
6. my name is robert blackwell gibbs
7. you just walked in, i make you smile (spice girls, stop)
8. i'm just another little faggot with a problem
9. creme tangerine and montelimar (the beatles, savoy truffle)
10. i was the best man in a size too small
11. yeah, pops, i need something quick, something now, to get out of here
12. gravitated towards a taste for foreign films and modern plays
13. eddie grace's buick got four bullet-holes in the side
14. it is a gift i know
15. heart attack! heart attack!
16. la lune est libre, je crois
17. i heard you late last night
18. girl, you got those hands that heal
19. i was walking home looking at the trees
20. you're such an inspiration for the ways that i will never ever choose to be (a perfect circle, judith)
21. one pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small (jefferson airplane but i have the blue man group cover, white rabbit)
22. je crois que j'ai besoin d'un peu d'air frais
23. boys there, how many boys there
24. now everybody that's grown got skeleton bones they got hidden away
25. george died in the fifth grade
26. che cosa vuoi da me?
27. if travel is searching and home has been found, i'm not stopping (bjork, hunter)
28. where's the bone, where's the sack
29. so this is how it is without your love
30. i wish i could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips
31. pull the final splinters
32. can't escape a past that wasn't ever lived
33. lady margret was standing in her own room door (folk song, "lady margret", or "sweet william & lady margaret". whatev, it is a folk song. i have the cassie franklin version from the 'cold mountain' soundtrack.)
34. a bartop divided with a stare at long eyes to hear ears
35. at home, drawing pictures of mountain tops

3. My list of things to rec is just kind of sitting there. I should get a delicious, y/n.

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[twoskeletons.livejournal.com]

ooh! there should totally be more peter/edmund/susan/lucy. here is my stab at it.


five times in england when it was difficult to let go

1. in london, the first time the train came to take the boys away to their first day back at school (back from the countryside, from the refuge of each other and the quickly fading memory of another life). the train doors slide open but the pevensies stand rooted to the platform, as if unsure or maybe unwilling, because stepping on that train means facing all sorts of things they didn't have to. edmund cracks a joke about algebra professors, susan wonders aloud whether the weather will improve, and lucy holds on tight to peter's hand as the crowd moves around them, and no one will remember later who says "can't miss the train now" but it's peter who moves as if in response. he kisses lucy's forehead and embraces susan, and the girls attack edmund with quick hugs until he's red with embarrassment and peter exclaims, "come on!" and they jump onto the train as the doors slide close. they watch their sisters shrink into the distance as the train picks up speed, lucy waving frantically, susan standing straight-backed and still.

and then they are gone.


2. when they can't sleep, especially the first few weeks after the return.


3. when they can't sleep, especially after the first few weeks after the return, when they don't feel as comfortable seeking solace from each other in the middle of the night, not anymore, not here. it comforts lucy to think that maybe this isn't a sign of disintegration, that maybe they all just need to be alone, to mourn in their own way.


4. the first time it snows in england after the return, and lucy says, "it's just like--"

"no it isn't," edmund snaps, so lucy talks about something else instead, but she sidles closer to him on the sofa and rests her head on his shoulder as she does.


5. when susan tells lucy about her first kiss with robert cowan from st. thomas and makes her promise not to tell. but lucy tells peter and edmund finds out, so susan gets angry and edmund starts making merciless jokes about robert as lucy, wide-eyed, claims, "but i didn't tell anyone! just peter and edmund!"

peter says, "it's not your first kiss though."

susan doesn't hear him, or acts like she doesn't, tells them they are all very immature people who need to learn to respect other people's privacy. her voice is rising, edmund starts yelling back, lucy is agitated, but out of habit they hold their tongues when peter tells them to.

"susan can do as she likes," peter finally says. "it is a new age after all, after the war."

susan, still flustered, looks at peter, unsure of what to say, of what to do. "thank you," she manages, with a slight bow of her head.

"my lady," peter replies without thinking, bowing his head as well.

[lettersandliars.livejournal.com]

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[twoskeletons.livejournal.com]

<33! everyone should totes write this foursome more. peter/susan/edmund/lucy is inevitable, really.