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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.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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!
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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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.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.
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!)
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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narnia so much more interesting than statistics
ALSO, AMEN.
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lucy's youth protects her from certain things and it's not a protection she needs, but it's one she appreciates. she takes advantage of the fact that no matter how old she is, she will always be, in many ways, their little girl. she prefers to see it not as protection but as freedom, and lets wildness moves her heart as she runs ahead of peter to the shore, laughing, leaving a trail of shed clothes behind her. maybe peter would've scolded her for it once upon a time, but one doesn't worry about such things in narnia. what he does instead is take off his clothes, too.
the war in the north is over, the giants are bested, but the ice of the mountains has yet to melt from his bones. he has long dreamed of this, the softness of the sand, the glimmer of the eastern sea, the sun shining over it all. when he saw blood turn snow red in ettinsmoor he thought of the white walls of cair paravel, the aegis of aslan, and the love of his brother and sisters, for these are the things he has come to believe would last forever.
"let us go swimming, you and i," lucy had said to him, and he didn't even have to think about it. he said yes, he said let's go, he said right now.
the sea salt stings his eyes and, through the blue of the water, lucy in the distance appears to him as a blur of nubile limbs and golden hair. he swims to her. she's afloat on her back, eyes closed, water lapping at her sun-browned body and -- because when one is with lucy, her freedom frees us too -- peter pounces on her, not even enough time for a shriek, and down into the blue they go, tangled in each other all arms and legs and flailing, exuberantly disoriented.
"you beast!" lucy sputters when they surface. "i could've drowned!"
"i wouldn't have let you," peter grins. she just splashes him, and he splashes her back, and they laugh.