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Nothing up my sleeve!
The last time I made icons for public consumption was five years ago, but then I rewatched LWW for comfort food and suddenly BLAM. Shit-ton of screencaps and 44 icons, and I am nowhere near done. You can kind of tell I wanted to icon the caps in chronological order at first, but then it was like, "FUCK IT, I just want to icon JADIS QUEEN OF CHARN." Every time she was on the screen, it was like an episode of Narnia's Next Top Model and I was Jay going CLICK CLICK CLICK WORK IT BABY WORK IT. Jadis, you are a natural! Keep up the good work and see you at eliminations.
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THIS. Haha. Tilda is such a fucking rockstar. You kind of can't blame Edmund.
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Did I mention that you have me writing snippets of Susan and Mary Poppins? It's not even a proper start to a story, I don't even know what it is! But now that I've finished watching Mary Poppins (finally, yay!) and am busily shipping Mary/Bert and realizing how very similar Mary and Susan really are, it makes me want to write them being awesome together.
"Come with me," Mary says, and Susan doesn't hesitate because this is the second chance she thought she'd already lost along with everyone who could give it to her. Together they walk down the street, and when Susan tries to introduce herself Mary waves her off. "Susan Pevensie," she says. "I know. I'm Mary Poppins." The name feels familiar, the way when the East wind blew it brought the smell of salt and the sea and the sun. Mary keeps hold of Susan's hand as they walk into the park. This too feels old and familiar, a little like walking with Lucy by the sea.
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a little like walking with Lucy by the sea omfg
i am so glad to have helped bring more mary&susan into existence. TELL ME THERE IS MORE \o/
(ALSO OMFG MARY/BERT yessss)
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I have not written any one thing longer than those two paragraphs today or yesterday or the day before it. D: I think my brain is on CAFFEINE only I didn't have any.
Susan recognizes the look on Mary's face when she leaves the latest batch of children because she's seen it so many times before on her sibling's faces. So she takes Mary's hand and they step into the sky together, because Mary Poppins is practically perfect in every way and Susan doesn't need any more facades broken.
She has always been the one being left behind, but now she wonders if it's just as bad to be the one doing the leaving.
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... I had something I was going to say about M.Poppins and S.Pevensie being awesome and facades and promises they made a long time ago and also family because Mary Poppins has uncles and cousins but where are her brothers and sisters? Her mother and father? Susan doesn't ask - that would be impolite.
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She sees no need to tell Mary this - Mary already knows.
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"I'll fly with the bora."
"You are on the Canary Islands and there are no boats leaving for the month."
"The leste will bring me to the mainland."
"You are on Sardinia, and need only a gentle breeze to take you to and fro."
"The bentu de soli will suffice."
Mary smiles, and Susan smiles back. Far below their feet are the peaks of the Pyrenees. Above their heads are their parasols, and then sky.
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Daisy, the youngest of the three children they are watching this time, is sick with the flu and won't be comforted by anything.
"Tell me a fairytale," she insists, and Susan looks a bit worried.
"I don't know if I remember any," she says, and Daisy's eyes start to water. Susan licks her lips and then smiles a bit fondly, as if remembering something.
"Once upon a time," she begins, "there was a magic land, where the trees could dance and sing, and there were really mermaids. It's name was Narnia, and it had been sung from the dark at the beginning of the world. But there was a wicked witch who put the land under her spell, and covered it in snow and eternal winter, so that there was never Christmas."
Daisy is paying happy attention, and Susan keeps talking, her voice low and smooth as she tells how four children came from our world to this other world and became kings and queens, once upon a time.
"Did they live happily ever after?" Daisy asks, and Susan's hand hesitates as it smooths the girl's hair.
"I suppose in the end, they did," she says a little wistfully, and Mary fights down the lump in her throat.
It is almost time to let Susan find her own way, she knows, but she is fighting this inevitable conclusion with all the stubornness of a woman born to magic and her own will.
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sjflksjfl <3. As for the winds, I consulted here (http://ggweather.com/winds.html). YAY WEIRD KNOWLEDGE. I think if this were a real fic, we might call it "The Names of the Wind"??
Neither of them are particularly given to tears, not anymore. They stand straight-backed, impeccably dressed and unencumbered by regrets. Susan has tamed her regrets - now they are but memories. She has her umbrella and they have the winds.
"Ms. Pevensie, it has been a pleasure," Mary says in her familiar clipped tones.
Susan smiles. "Likewise, Mary Poppins."
"I would say goodbye," she says, "but I know we shall meet again."
"And I consider myself lucky for it. Not all reunions are so guaranteed."
"Indeed."
"I should like to write you," says Susan, the shyness of her request betrayed by the stiffness of her voice. "If that's all right. In case I should have any questions."
Mary raises one fine eyebrow. "Ms. Pevensie, it is the duty of our station to be self-reliant. Others rely on us, and we should rely on ourselves. In any case, I mistrust the post. If you've anything to say to me, tell it to a blue jay, and I'll learn of it soon enough."
Susan looks down. "Of course."
"Come now." Mary steps forward and tips Susan's chin upward. "I'm sure you'll do quite all right."
On impulse, Susan hugs her mentor, feels her stiffen in surprise at the display. To her relief, Mary returns the hug, and Susan knows that when thinks of Mary Poppins, she will think of this: the soft notes of jasmine and roses in her perfume, and how warm Mary's neck feels against her cheek.
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In a Spanish garden, Susan reads a book for a dark-haired child sitting rapt with attention at her feet. Nearby a blue jay begins to sing, and Susan smiles.
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I feel like there are missing scenes from the beginning, and that this could be an actual fic. Hm. *considers and goes to write a missing scene*
Also, have to make Boston Cream Pie for my dad. XD
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Ooh! Boston Cream Pies are delicioooouuuuus.
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I KNOW I KNOW. In the end, though, Mom was like 'You shall make that later! Make cornbread for now!' So I made cornbread, and then hung out with Esther and watched the pilot of Glee with her because SHE WAS HOME YAY and NOW I'm going to make Boston Cream Pie (it's about time!).
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And guess what my dad just got for me to alleviate my flu-induced suffering. That's right: the Prince Caspian DVD. \o/ For Naaaaaaaaaaaaaarniaaaaaaaaaaa.
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