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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?

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Aslan would sigh and then let the girls fight. Lucy would fight for goodness and Narnia, and Susan would fight to get her man back.

(What's up with that anyway? Did Lewis just forget he said that by LWW?)

"We won!" Peter announces cheerfully.

"No," says Lucy. "We won."

Hmm? What do you mean?

"Aslan," Susan says, "can we rethink this high king nonsense? Peter hasn't done anything!"

By HHB, I guess I mean. Because Lucy fights in the battle and no one seems to think that's weird, so...huh.

Probably Lucy made a big snit about to Aslan or something, and Susan helped her construct some practical arguments in favor of. Like,

"ALRIGHT ALRIGHT," Aslan says. "FINE. MAKE THE BATTLEFIELD UGLIER IF YOU MUST."

Lucy beams and throws her arms around Him. "Thanks, Aslan. You're the best!"

"HARRUMPH."

Of course Aslan appreciates that Lucy helps spread the worship of Aslan through the land, I'm sure. Do they gather converts as they go? Insist the non-Aslan-worshipers pay tribute?

They gather converts, but not as many as they think. Proselytizing is hard! Peter thinks maybe we should just kill them but his siblings are like no no no, stop that. He's like, what?

"Politics, Peter, politics!"

Goddammit, Father Christmas gave him a sword, not a top hat.

"Here," Edmund says, "just take these pamphlets and put them under people's doors, all right?"

"Are pamphlets enough?" Lucy wonders. "What if we actually talk to them? You know, knock on their doors and introduce ourselves and--"

"What's wrong with pamphlets?" Edmund demands.

LATER--

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?"

"To guide us," Susan continues, "along the path of righteousness. Aslan created this world! He died for--well actually he died for my brother--"

"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."

Lucy says, "Come on, Aslan, what's the big deal?"

"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."

"Yeah, the wine was great," Edmund says.

"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.

Aslan frowns. "Parties are not the point of faith."

"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.

"You do have all those demigods," Edmund reminds him. "Might as well call them up."

"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."

"Parties are beautiful when women flirt.
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?"

"Throw your party if you must," says Aslan, "for I see your intention is good. But I cannot be there."

"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?"

"His sense of humor?" Edmund suggests. "Or maybe the inevitability of human tragedy. Is it a happy clown or a sad clown?"

"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!"

"Come now, Peter," Susan says in gentle tones, patting his shoulder. "You cannot go around declaring war on the Giants every time things don't go your way."

"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.

"Yeah," Peter says. "Getting things done."

"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.

There is a clown and there is wine, but no one destroys any bridges and Aslan isn't there.

"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?"

A BALLOON ANIMAL OMG.

"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.

Susan finds Peter sulking just beyond the square, sitting on a doorstep and staring morosely at his green balloon sword.

"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."

Duh. By HHB, is what I meant to say--he specifically says battles aren't for women in LWW but seems to have forgotten about that by HHB. The inconsistencies are still there, unfortunately.

Er, duh to me being dumb, not to you. :)

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