Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

carry-on-my-wayward-wesley:

roachpatrol:

nakedmallrat:

adventures-in-asexuality:

nakedmallrat:

cant believe a bunch of english kids go through a fuckin cupboard and find a magical kingdom full of wonder and they go “yeah we’re the royal family now”

typical english behaviour

I think what’s more creepily imperialistic is the reaction of everyone in Narnia to the Pevensies.

Like, the Pevensies end up the royal family in large part because everyone’s like ‘it has been prophesied that you will come and rule us and everything will be great!’ and, well, in-universe I can’t really fault them on that; if I were a young teen or pre-teen in a completely foreign country, I too would probably just go along with whatever seem to make people friendly to me.

But the reaction of the Narnians, in almost ubiquitously welcoming these foreigners as obviously destined to rule them even though they know nothing of the country and the culture… now that is some creepily imperialist writing.

This is the only good reblog of this post in it’s entire 3 year hellscape existence

if four foreign kids popped out of a magic box and deposed trump by the express wishes of god’s fursona, i’d crown ‘em. this winter already fuckin feels like it’s lasted 100 years. 

I’M CACKLING

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awesomenerdyfangirl:

allieinarden:

virtuouspagans:

whenever I feel bad about having a weird name I remind myself that C.S. Lewis’ middle name was Staples 

When I was a kid, one of my family members quoted the first line of Dawn Treader—“There was a boy named Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it"—and I said, “Brave words from a man whose name was Clive Staples Lewis,” and my mom lost it. 

THIS POST CHANGED MY LIFE.

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tolkien-in-beleriand:

Every time I read that post about doing things out of spite I remember that C. S. Lewis put that fucking street lamp in Narnia because Tolkien once said that no good fantasy story would have a lamp in it.

Also, in case anyone was curious, Lewis and Tolkien were like…strange bitter author buddies, and Tolkien complained about the heavy-handedness of Narnia’s Christian metaphor, and Lewis complained about EVERYTHING in LotR, basically, and they wrote each other into their stories.  According to most reports, the man who carved the Wardrobe was heavily based on Tolkien, and in Middle-Earth C.S. Lewis became (wait for it) Treebeard.  Which I imagine was a very interesting conversation.  

“You’re the magician who builds a wardrobe leading to Narnia!”  
“You’re a thing called an Ent that shepherds trees and takes years to make a decision.”
“….what the fuck.”

And as far as doing things for spite goes, I can think of at least two major plot points in LotR that only exist because Tolkien was bitter about Macbeth.  My takeaway from this would be that if the only thing keeping you going is Sheer Undiluted Bitterness, you’re in good company.

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