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I WILL EAT YOU UP
As my icon might suggest, I watched Where the Wild Things Are and
I spent the first half hour bawling my eyes out at like EVERYTHING even the opening credits with Max's drawings all over them, and DESTROYING HIS SNOW FORT :(((( and destroying his card to his sister :(((((((((( AND THEN HIS MOTHER HELPS HIM CLEAN THINGS UP jfdsjfkldf. Familyyyyyy, growing up and how hard it is to stay together AND OMG MAX'S STORY ABOUT VAMPIRES T_T <-- this smiley means "I AM CRYING", right?
My experience over the course of the movie can be summed up as such:
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WTWTA is what Narnia purports to be, but is too full of holes to be. I've come to be seduced by Narnia's nostalgia heartbreak of never being reconciled with the world you leave behind, but it is so, so satisfying to be reconciled! OH MAX. Oh Max. At some point, I'll drabble about you hanging out with Lucy and/or Susan, but for now I'm just going to bask in the warm glow of MY LOST CHILDHOOD and maybe write my paper.
OH AND HEY. When the mom was on the phone talking to her boss, did you guys catch what his name was? MR. LASSITER. AND I WAS LIKE XD XD XD and further convinced that this movie was custom-made for me.
I haven't been having particularly strong feelings about SPN as I watch it, possibly because usually when I watch it I'm distracted doing something else. I don't really ship Sam/Dean, and I have a feeling I'm just waiting for this Castiel person to show up so I can ship him/Dean. I already ship Winchesters/Pevensies in any and all combinations. Prompt me some Pevenchester in comments and I'll write you 5-sentence fic (um, set during S1 I guess).
I have a bunch of unusable screencaps from when I was making my LWW icons. I still have them 'cos I'm a pack-rat, so here is me getting some use out of them:
EDMUND: ...and I was like, 'No way,' but Jadis was like, 'Yes way!', and I was like--
EVERYONE (except lucy): AAAH!
LUCY: What? What?
EDMUND: What just happened to your face?!
LUCY: My face?
EVERYONE (except lucy): AAAHH!
EDMUND: There it is again!
LUCY: Oh, that? It's just my face blurring. It happens sometimes.
SUSAN: Well, stop it. If you make that face often enough, it'll stay that way forever. Wherever did you pick up such a bad habit anyway?
I spent the first half hour bawling my eyes out at like EVERYTHING even the opening credits with Max's drawings all over them, and DESTROYING HIS SNOW FORT :(((( and destroying his card to his sister :(((((((((( AND THEN HIS MOTHER HELPS HIM CLEAN THINGS UP jfdsjfkldf. Familyyyyyy, growing up and how hard it is to stay together AND OMG MAX'S STORY ABOUT VAMPIRES T_T <-- this smiley means "I AM CRYING", right?
My experience over the course of the movie can be summed up as such:
T_T T_T T_T T_T <33333333 <333333333333 <3333333333 T_T T_T <333333333jfgksjlldfs
WTWTA is what Narnia purports to be, but is too full of holes to be. I've come to be seduced by Narnia's nostalgia heartbreak of never being reconciled with the world you leave behind, but it is so, so satisfying to be reconciled! OH MAX. Oh Max. At some point, I'll drabble about you hanging out with Lucy and/or Susan, but for now I'm just going to bask in the warm glow of MY LOST CHILDHOOD and maybe write my paper.
OH AND HEY. When the mom was on the phone talking to her boss, did you guys catch what his name was? MR. LASSITER. AND I WAS LIKE XD XD XD and further convinced that this movie was custom-made for me.
I haven't been having particularly strong feelings about SPN as I watch it, possibly because usually when I watch it I'm distracted doing something else. I don't really ship Sam/Dean, and I have a feeling I'm just waiting for this Castiel person to show up so I can ship him/Dean. I already ship Winchesters/Pevensies in any and all combinations. Prompt me some Pevenchester in comments and I'll write you 5-sentence fic (um, set during S1 I guess).
I have a bunch of unusable screencaps from when I was making my LWW icons. I still have them 'cos I'm a pack-rat, so here is me getting some use out of them:
EDMUND: ...and I was like, 'No way,' but Jadis was like, 'Yes way!', and I was like--
EVERYONE (except lucy): AAAH!
LUCY: What? What?
EDMUND: What just happened to your face?!
LUCY: My face?
EVERYONE (except lucy): AAAHH!
EDMUND: There it is again!
LUCY: Oh, that? It's just my face blurring. It happens sometimes.
SUSAN: Well, stop it. If you make that face often enough, it'll stay that way forever. Wherever did you pick up such a bad habit anyway?
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"What's wrong with pamphlets?" Edmund demands.
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A woman opens the door with a suspicious look on her face. "Yes?"
"Hello!" Lucy chirrups. "Have you heard the Good News?"
"Aslan is here to guide us!" says Peter.
"To what?"
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"So he's dead?"
"Well, he came back," Lucy points out.
"Then he can come around and introduce himself," the woman says firmly, and slams the door.
"You know," Edmund says later, "that's a fair point."
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"Yeah seriously," says Edmund. "Just come down and talk with these people, I think they'll appreciate it."
"Or not," Peter mutters.
"What was that?" Lucy snaps.
"Nothing."
Aslan says, "If they are truly faithful, they will not need to see me to believe."
"Yeah, we tried that line," says Susan. "It didn't really work."
"Look, just come down and do a few miracles," says Lucy. "Nothing big, just change water into wine or destroy some bridges again."
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"Edmund!"
"What? It was--" He ducks Susan's arm.
"If you follow me, I will lead," Aslan says.
"But you've always been there for us," Lucy says. "We never had to take it on faith that you'd be there because you always are."
"And everyone likes a good party," Edmund says.
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"But!" says Susan. "Perhaps faith can be the point of these parties!"
"Yes, parties full of faith and wine," Edmund enthuses.
Susan nods her head. "A theme party, as such."
"You and your parties," Peter grumbles.
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"Can't we just fight things?" Peter asks desperately. "Susan always flirts with people at parties."
"Ah," Aslan says. "Parties are beautiful when women flirt."
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omg I giggled out loud for real XD
"I only flirt for the greater good," Susan assures him.
"Oh is that what you call it," Peter mutters. "Hey, what about destroying some bridges? I like THAT idea."
"We can destroy bridges, and then have the party afterward," Edmund nods firmly.
"YOU ARE NOT HELPING."
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"What if we destroy the bridges during the party?" Lucy suggests. "It would give the whole country a great feeling of working toward the common good."
"We could invite the ambassadors," Susan says.
"So you can flirt some more?" Peter grumbles. "Can't we destroy some bridges very soberly while you wait in a tower somewhere?"
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"What?" Lucy gasps. "Why? You're the main event!"
The Lion narrows his eyes. "You confuse me for a party clown."
"No, no, we'll get a separate clown!" Lucy insists. "I mean, unless you think that detracts from Your presence."
"It could," Susan muses. "The destruction of bridges signify His power and the wine signifies His generosity, but what would a clown represent?"
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"Why am I related to you?" Peter demands. "No parties! No clowns! I'm High King and I declare war on--on--on the Giants!"
IS IT A HAPPY CLOWN OR A SAD CLOWN
"But the Giants are--!"
"No."
"What about the Calormene?" he suggests hopefully.
"Absolutely not! It took Edmund and I months to build up a strong relationship with them again after the Rabadash debacle."
"During which you spent most of it up in Ettinsmoor, if I recall," Edmund says airily.
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"Oh, honestly," Lucy says. "We get much more done with a treaty than a sword, Peter."
"The pen is mightier than the sword," Edmund agrees.
Peter sighs and flops heavily onto the ground. Not mightier than *you*, he reassures his sword.
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"Do you think perhaps we made too many pamphlets?" Lucy asks worriedly, looking at the untouched stacks of them on a side table and the several dozen on the ground that have been trampled on by revelers.
"It's good to have extras," Susan says firmly. Edmund emerges from the crowd and she frowns at him, saying, "What've you got there?"
"Oh, this?" Edmund holds it up. "It's a balloon animal! I asked for a centaur. Looks just like one, doesn't it?"
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"Oooh, can I get one?" Lucy asks. "If they can do a faun I can give it to Mr Tumnus!"
"He can do anything!" Edmund says. "He made Pete a sword but he didn't seem to like it."
Susan neatens the pile of pamphlets. "Maybe we should try balloon Aslans," she muses.
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"Why aren't you at the party?" he mumbles.
"I came to check up you, silly. Make sure you haven't killed anything."
"Ha. The most I can probably do with this is pop it and startle people."
She gathers her skirt about herself and sits next to him, and Peter makes a show of not making room for her. Susan squeezes in anyway. "I have a present for you," she says.
"Oh?"
"It's Aslan." She holds it out to him and Peter takes it with a perplexed look on his face. "A balloon Aslan."
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Edmund and Lucy are left picking up the plates and streamers. "Let's take a break," Lucy says.
"Susan won't let Philip go riding with me if we don't finish," Edmund says morosely. Lucy nods; Susan is good at playing mother (although if you point that out to her sometimes she won't let you have dessert).
"Do you think," she asks, looking around, "that fauns can make such a mess? And they've just been making paper griffins out of the pamphlets!"
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"But," Lucy says, "everyone loved the clown!"
"The clown was a good chap," Edmund agrees, still wearing the balloon-crown on his head.
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"But Ed," Peter says finally, out of the corner of his mouth, "the Calormenes are laughing at you."
"Let them laugh," Edmund says magnanimously. "I grant them permission."
"I think it brings out his eyes," Lucy adds.
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"You are the High King, so you can make him stop," Susan replies.
He narrows his eyes at her. "...Are you smiling?"
"Absolutely not."
"Do you think this is funny?!"
Susan takes a bite of her biscuit and looks away as she wipes her mouth with a napkin.
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Rulers must wear their crowns at all times.
Crowns must be made of silver or gold.
No parties.
Queens are not allowed to drink flirtatiously.
Clowns are illegal.
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"I veto your second law," Edmund says. "Also the fifth."
"Would we have to wear our crowns in the bath too, then?" Lucy asks.
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Peter ignores them all and gives Lucy a special soap for her bath, so she can clean her crown and her hair at the same time. He also adds a chinstrap, so she can do headstands.
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"Susan!" Peter exclaims as the fauns and dryads scatter before him. "I said no parties!"
"This was a small gathering," Susan corrects. "Not a party at all. There were no invitations and no guest list."
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"I think I know a party when I see one!" Peter says.
Susan mutters something as she gets to her feet.
"What?" he demands. "What was that?"
"Only commenting on what a beautiful day it is," Susan replies, and stands straight-backed.
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"Now who sounds like Mother?" Edmund asks.
"Technically," Susan says primly, "ancient law decrees that a party must have sixty guests with four glasses of wine or three cups of mead each, and there must be dancing."
"While holding hands," Lucy adds. "Or kissing counts too."
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